The Cock-Tease.
A short fantasy story involving a little teasing and a whole lot of penis expansion
I've done a few stories here before. This was a recent inspiration following a discussion with my girlfriend about the possibilities along the lines of the plot of this story. That was a very enjoyable conversation (and subsequently!....). She really enjoyed reading this story as I wrote it. I'd really appreciate your comments and suggestions for development of the next part.
Any ladies with an interest in fiction along these lines please get in touch too - we would love to meet/chat to females with similar interests that we have!
Chapter 1-
Im Benito. Im 26 and started at medical school last year. My Mother is from Italy and my Father is English. Ive got three sisters, all older than me. I like to ski and learnt to sky dive a couple of years ago but broke my femur on a bad landing when my lines got tangled with my friends parachute. As you might expect, Im a big fan of Italian cooking but also like Mexican and Sushi.
At least, that was what I had meant to say. Erudite. Articulate. What a catch!
Instead, gabbling like a fool, talking crap like an idiot I absolutely failed to get a date with any of the girls at the speed-dating meeting that Friday night at the bar on the corner of Highborn Lane and West Street which my friend, Emma, had persuaded me to attend. Thanks, but no thanks.
This was my problem. I guess you might call me handsome (a certain kind of girl might say I was attractive in a good light, on a good day). Im 5 foot 10. Dark skinned, dark hair. Typical Mediterranean features. Brooding you could say. Hidden depths? Mysterious secrets?... maybe that part is true.
When I was about 12 years old I found something out that shocked me, surprised me you might say. I talked to my friends about it. They thought I was weird. I never asked my parents. That would definitely have been weird. My sisters talked about all sorts of things between themselves. Sometimes I would overhear. Sometimes I would listen in secret. It was always eye opening. I think I would put my sexual education down to those stolen moments, hiding under beds, listening at doors. Once my sister Julia brought a boyfriend around. She was about 17 at the time. She didnt realise I was still in the house and thought she was alone with this guy. I accidentally caught a glimpse of this guy face down in her crotch through the partially open doorway to her room. She was laid on the bed with him and was panting and moaning. She kind of looked in pain, but also in pleasure too. I had no idea what was going on. Later she had sat up and grabbed the guys dick. It hadnt looked like mine, or other guys dicks I had seen in the shower. It was longer, fatter and pointed straight up. She held it and kissed the end. I only caught a brief glimpse before I hid away again, afraid she might catch me watching and tell our parents. I remembered the way she had held him though it made me curious.
I thought back to that day 14 years ago, sitting in the bar later the evening of the speed dating disappointment. Nursing a beer and a heavy heart I realised that day marked the beginning of my whats the right word?... neurosis perhaps? Quite possibly. It was a little early in my medical training to be a good judge of psychiatric or psychological issues but I think I was on the right track with this one.
The night after I had watched my sister and her boyfriend I experimented a little. I guess all guys do. Egged on perhaps by friends tales of white pee, or being shown some scraps of dirty magazines by an older brother. For me I always had a thing about big breasts. I freely admitted it. My partially Italian upbringing had resulted in being bounced around a lot of hefty bosoms. Most of my extended family were busty. My mother and sisters were pretty well endowed. I guess it was what I was used to. So, armed with the large bra pages of the lingerie section from a department store brochure, I snuck to the bathroom and proceeded to rub my dick in the way I though would produce some reaction. After a while of looking at the pictures, and fairly unimpressive masturbation I gave up. Sure, I had got hard. That kind of felt good. But once I had swelled up a bit I just couldnt seem to get anywhere else. I must have been doing something wrong I thought. I tried a few more times the next few nights but still nothing exciting happened. Friends of mine at school had mentioned ejecting huge quantities of goo, talked about the pleasure of a good wank session. But after several hours one night, laid in bed imagining Miss Wilson, our French teacher (and her amazing chest) with no result, I lost interest.
So sat there drinking my beer, feeling sorry for myself I thought this to be the root of my problems. No, events a few years later would prove even more bizarre and fuel my major hang-up.
I was about 15. Puberty had not been kind, leaving me with spots and moods. My body had changed a lot too. Stupid hair, ridiculous clumsiness and the voice of a thousand octaves. Also, I was getting erections on an hourly, if not more frequent basis. I woke with one, I fell asleep with one. I still didnt bother trying to wank myself off properly. In the course of one overheard conversation of my sisters, I heard her mention the size of her current boyfriend. Wow is all I can say! she had said, laughing, his cock must have been at least 8 inches hard and it is so fat I had trouble holding it. Her friends and my other sisters giggled. One of them had asked her Hey, Sharlene, what about your brother?. Ewww! Dont be gross Maria. I have never seen my brothers dick and I dont want to. She had replied. Yeah. I bet he is hung so big it is like a salami Sharlene!. More giggles. Yeah. Oh mmm its so big Benito!... oooo! Maria had acted out a scene with her hair brush, holding it to her lips. Stop that. Thats too gross! my sister had said, but she laughed along with the joke. That had got me wondering though was I small? Was I normal?
Later that night I had taken a ruler with me to the bathroom. Armed with a secret copy of Playboy I tried to see where I measured. Rubbing myself up to a full erection I held the ruler over my dick, the end resting on my pubic bone. The tip of my cock reached just over the 6 inch mark. Was that good? I had no idea at all. I tried again to see if I could make myself come. After about an hour I gave up again but, interested to see if it made any difference to my size I measured myself again. This time the mark came almost to the 7 inch point. Huh? What was that I measure it again, less generous pressure on my pubis this time but still the same number. Must be some mistake I thought.
The next day the same thing happened. 6 inches to start with. After about an hour of failed masturbation it was 7 . Another hour however and it reached just over 8. Painful as it was I managed to peak at 8.5 inches of length after 3 hours of wanking what the hell was going on? Thinking I was some kind of freak I stopped doing this altogether. I had a faulty dick, some kind of disease, perhaps cancer my mind ran away with my imagination. Nightmares of dragging a ridiculous length of flesh behind me walking naked through my schools corridors. Girls laughing at me. Medical emergency teams arriving with blue lights flashing. Nurses fighting over my bed to bath me what the fuck was going on in my head?
So I sat there with my beer and my thoughts. I hadnt noticed the girl pull up a bar stool next to me until she spoke.
Hi there.
I turned to look at her.
Wow.
Erm. Hi.
She was gorgeous. Long curly brown hair. Beautiful dark grey and hazel eyes. Wonderful figure maybe too wonderful? I tried not to stare at her boobs. Boy they were big.
Im Sarah. She held out her hand.
Im Benito. Nice to meet you.. I shook her hand, turned back to my beer and took a swig.
She just looked at me for a while. Have we met before? she asked.
I dont think so. I looked at her again. Maybe a little familiar looking?
Im sure we have met. She said, looking me up and down. Im sure I would have remembered. She smiled.
Erm. Was all I could say.
Do you work at the University? she asked.
No. But I am a student there.
Wow! Thats it yeah! she explained, Im one of the anatomy demonstrators. I did my PhD there and now Im doing some part time teaching!
Really? Oh!... sure? I said.
A short fantasy story involving a little teasing and a whole lot of penis expansion
I've done a few stories here before. This was a recent inspiration following a discussion with my girlfriend about the possibilities along the lines of the plot of this story. That was a very enjoyable conversation (and subsequently!....). She really enjoyed reading this story as I wrote it. I'd really appreciate your comments and suggestions for development of the next part.
Any ladies with an interest in fiction along these lines please get in touch too - we would love to meet/chat to females with similar interests that we have!
Chapter 1-
Im Benito. Im 26 and started at medical school last year. My Mother is from Italy and my Father is English. Ive got three sisters, all older than me. I like to ski and learnt to sky dive a couple of years ago but broke my femur on a bad landing when my lines got tangled with my friends parachute. As you might expect, Im a big fan of Italian cooking but also like Mexican and Sushi.
At least, that was what I had meant to say. Erudite. Articulate. What a catch!
Instead, gabbling like a fool, talking crap like an idiot I absolutely failed to get a date with any of the girls at the speed-dating meeting that Friday night at the bar on the corner of Highborn Lane and West Street which my friend, Emma, had persuaded me to attend. Thanks, but no thanks.
This was my problem. I guess you might call me handsome (a certain kind of girl might say I was attractive in a good light, on a good day). Im 5 foot 10. Dark skinned, dark hair. Typical Mediterranean features. Brooding you could say. Hidden depths? Mysterious secrets?... maybe that part is true.
When I was about 12 years old I found something out that shocked me, surprised me you might say. I talked to my friends about it. They thought I was weird. I never asked my parents. That would definitely have been weird. My sisters talked about all sorts of things between themselves. Sometimes I would overhear. Sometimes I would listen in secret. It was always eye opening. I think I would put my sexual education down to those stolen moments, hiding under beds, listening at doors. Once my sister Julia brought a boyfriend around. She was about 17 at the time. She didnt realise I was still in the house and thought she was alone with this guy. I accidentally caught a glimpse of this guy face down in her crotch through the partially open doorway to her room. She was laid on the bed with him and was panting and moaning. She kind of looked in pain, but also in pleasure too. I had no idea what was going on. Later she had sat up and grabbed the guys dick. It hadnt looked like mine, or other guys dicks I had seen in the shower. It was longer, fatter and pointed straight up. She held it and kissed the end. I only caught a brief glimpse before I hid away again, afraid she might catch me watching and tell our parents. I remembered the way she had held him though it made me curious.
I thought back to that day 14 years ago, sitting in the bar later the evening of the speed dating disappointment. Nursing a beer and a heavy heart I realised that day marked the beginning of my whats the right word?... neurosis perhaps? Quite possibly. It was a little early in my medical training to be a good judge of psychiatric or psychological issues but I think I was on the right track with this one.
The night after I had watched my sister and her boyfriend I experimented a little. I guess all guys do. Egged on perhaps by friends tales of white pee, or being shown some scraps of dirty magazines by an older brother. For me I always had a thing about big breasts. I freely admitted it. My partially Italian upbringing had resulted in being bounced around a lot of hefty bosoms. Most of my extended family were busty. My mother and sisters were pretty well endowed. I guess it was what I was used to. So, armed with the large bra pages of the lingerie section from a department store brochure, I snuck to the bathroom and proceeded to rub my dick in the way I though would produce some reaction. After a while of looking at the pictures, and fairly unimpressive masturbation I gave up. Sure, I had got hard. That kind of felt good. But once I had swelled up a bit I just couldnt seem to get anywhere else. I must have been doing something wrong I thought. I tried a few more times the next few nights but still nothing exciting happened. Friends of mine at school had mentioned ejecting huge quantities of goo, talked about the pleasure of a good wank session. But after several hours one night, laid in bed imagining Miss Wilson, our French teacher (and her amazing chest) with no result, I lost interest.
So sat there drinking my beer, feeling sorry for myself I thought this to be the root of my problems. No, events a few years later would prove even more bizarre and fuel my major hang-up.
I was about 15. Puberty had not been kind, leaving me with spots and moods. My body had changed a lot too. Stupid hair, ridiculous clumsiness and the voice of a thousand octaves. Also, I was getting erections on an hourly, if not more frequent basis. I woke with one, I fell asleep with one. I still didnt bother trying to wank myself off properly. In the course of one overheard conversation of my sisters, I heard her mention the size of her current boyfriend. Wow is all I can say! she had said, laughing, his cock must have been at least 8 inches hard and it is so fat I had trouble holding it. Her friends and my other sisters giggled. One of them had asked her Hey, Sharlene, what about your brother?. Ewww! Dont be gross Maria. I have never seen my brothers dick and I dont want to. She had replied. Yeah. I bet he is hung so big it is like a salami Sharlene!. More giggles. Yeah. Oh mmm its so big Benito!... oooo! Maria had acted out a scene with her hair brush, holding it to her lips. Stop that. Thats too gross! my sister had said, but she laughed along with the joke. That had got me wondering though was I small? Was I normal?
Later that night I had taken a ruler with me to the bathroom. Armed with a secret copy of Playboy I tried to see where I measured. Rubbing myself up to a full erection I held the ruler over my dick, the end resting on my pubic bone. The tip of my cock reached just over the 6 inch mark. Was that good? I had no idea at all. I tried again to see if I could make myself come. After about an hour I gave up again but, interested to see if it made any difference to my size I measured myself again. This time the mark came almost to the 7 inch point. Huh? What was that I measure it again, less generous pressure on my pubis this time but still the same number. Must be some mistake I thought.
The next day the same thing happened. 6 inches to start with. After about an hour of failed masturbation it was 7 . Another hour however and it reached just over 8. Painful as it was I managed to peak at 8.5 inches of length after 3 hours of wanking what the hell was going on? Thinking I was some kind of freak I stopped doing this altogether. I had a faulty dick, some kind of disease, perhaps cancer my mind ran away with my imagination. Nightmares of dragging a ridiculous length of flesh behind me walking naked through my schools corridors. Girls laughing at me. Medical emergency teams arriving with blue lights flashing. Nurses fighting over my bed to bath me what the fuck was going on in my head?
So I sat there with my beer and my thoughts. I hadnt noticed the girl pull up a bar stool next to me until she spoke.
Hi there.
I turned to look at her.
Wow.
Erm. Hi.
She was gorgeous. Long curly brown hair. Beautiful dark grey and hazel eyes. Wonderful figure maybe too wonderful? I tried not to stare at her boobs. Boy they were big.
Im Sarah. She held out her hand.
Im Benito. Nice to meet you.. I shook her hand, turned back to my beer and took a swig.
She just looked at me for a while. Have we met before? she asked.
I dont think so. I looked at her again. Maybe a little familiar looking?
Im sure we have met. She said, looking me up and down. Im sure I would have remembered. She smiled.
Erm. Was all I could say.
Do you work at the University? she asked.
No. But I am a student there.
Wow! Thats it yeah! she explained, Im one of the anatomy demonstrators. I did my PhD there and now Im doing some part time teaching!
Really? Oh!... sure? I said.