I’m not very good at cricket. But I enjoy the camaraderie of the younger players, and they put up with me. So it was on a warm English summer afternoon that we were back in the changing room of our rather grandly named pavilion. Essentially, it was a line of benches against a wall where we all changed together.
Isaac was one of our star players, in his mid-twenties, tall and well-built. He’d just had a good day at the crease, so I was surprised to see him rather subdued as we changed. We were the last two people in the pavilion, and I was searching for the keys to lock up when I asked what he was doing tonight.
I was surprised when he burst out with “Going out with yet another girl, which will go wrong as usual after a week or two.”
I must admit I was surprised at this; I thought he was something of a ladies’ man.
“That sounds a bit sad. Why? What’s the problem? You don’t look the sort to have problems going out with women.”
Isaac smiled. “Okay. Got ten minutes? Shall I tell you a rather bizarre story?”
He began. “When I was a teenager, the girls were always chasing after me. It was flattering, and I soon had a girlfriend. It wasn’t ‘serious,’ but we were attracted to each other as only teenagers can be, and we were desperate to get each other’s clothes off. Her name was Helen, and she was a petite girl with short auburn hair and large, firm, pale breasts with tiny nipples. I couldn’t get enough of sucking on them, and a few days after meeting, we were naked in her bed at her parents’ place.”
It was then she saw my cock. “God, that’s beautiful, I’ve never seen one that big before,” she said. “Let me feel it in my hands – wow, it’s getting bigger if anything!”
This was the first time I’d ever had a girl actually look at my cock, and my desire to slip it into this gorgeous, slippery, slithering girl was becoming overwhelming. Her legs opened, and I climbed clumsily on top of her as she giggled.
She held my cock and started to rub it along her wet slit. The sensation was overwhelming, and I pushed forward, wanting to bury myself in her.
Only I couldn’t.
“Oh god,” she said, “that hurts, slower, try rubbing it against me more, that’s sooo good.”
And I did, but after a minute or two, I wanted to try again, and then with a squeal, she rolled away from me. “Not going to happen,” she said. “But put it between my tits so I can see the monster.”
I did, and as she held me between her breasts, I looked into her eyes, saw the desire there, and orgasmed over her breasts, her face, the pillow, and the head of her bed. It was wonderful, though I’m not sure she was happy about the amount of cleaning up she had to do before her parents came home.
We went out for a few more weeks before breaking up at a party, when she disappeared into a bedroom with someone else. Like all teenagers, I was heartbroken – for about a week – until a friend of Helen’s started paying me a lot of attention. We were at a friend’s house with lots of people around, but we were doing a bit of kissing and cuddling when she suddenly said. “Can I see it?”
I’d become a freak show.
I’m not proud of it, but after several such encounters, I began to show off. I’d let girls play with my cock and lick it, and challenge them to see if they could get it inside them.
Most just ran off after a cautious feel, but then there was one girl, Deborah, who said she wanted to try it. Deborah had a reputation as someone who liked sex and was keen to try new boys. Dark, curly hair and well-rounded with a huge bottom, Deborah laughed a lot and kissed with her large, moist lips in an amazing way.
“I’d love to get that inside me. Let’s go down to the scout hut, and you can fuck me with it there.”
The Scout hut was a bare room, but with a couple of gym mats, and we were soon wriggling out of our clothes, kissing and licking each other. Debs had thick, black curly pubic hair and long vaginal lips which parted to show her very pronounced clitoris. She was wetter than any girl I’d ever felt before. I was beside myself with excitement.
“Going to take a bit of work to get that in me, lie on your back,” said Debs, and I duly did so.
She sat astride me, pushed my cock flat to my chest, opened her labial lips, and spread them to each side of my cock.
The sensation was amazing, and I felt the warm wetness engulf me. Sitting up now, she placed my cock head at the entrance to her vaginal passage and sank down on me an inch or so.
“Fuck that is big, and believe me, I’ve had a few,” she laughed.”Play with my tits as I masturbate, and let’s see what we can do.”
Unfortunately, it was impossible to resist the extraordinary desire to bury my cock deep inside her. And so I pulled her hips down onto me, and though my cock went in only another couple of inches, she pulled me right back out. There were tears in her eyes. At that point, there’s only so much a boy can do to hold off orgasming. As my cock was pulled out, I lost control, and as it slipped out of her, I orgasmed over her lush pubic hair and tummy, utterly out of control.
And, of course, she told her friends.
I’ve had a number of girlfriends since. Some we just agreed not to do penetrative sex. Some were disappointed they couldn’t get it fully in and made me feel like a freak.
Lots of them told their friends. Men always tell me how lucky I am to have such a large penis and that the girls must love it. It’s humiliating to admit it’s a problem, and generally, I just joke along with them.
The trouble is, it doesn’t get better, and it makes me miserable. It’s like a woman who has huge breasts that make her life difficult. But for a woman, there’s always breast reduction surgery. For me, there’s no solution.
“Wow,” I said. “That’s some story. I’m so sorry. But come for a drink with me. I want to tell you another story. And if I’m right, it might have a happy ending for all.”
Part 2 to follow