Chronicles of Eddie Jr
written by:
Isabella Lamont

Chronicles of Eddie Jr.

The following are extracts from my journal, started in 1992 when I was 12 years old. There are several entries dated prior to 1992 -- these were written years later based upon personal recollections.

Eddie McCulloch

September 2, 1980

Minutes after I was born, a young delivery room nurse whispered to another, "Good grief, did you see the weapon on that kid?" My mother, who'd not had a chance to check me out, overheard and wondered what she meant.

She told me this story years later. My brand new ‘Willie' was 3" long and as thick as her thumb. Obviously that's not large by adult standards, but it sure stuck out on a newborn baby.

May 1986

When I was five years old, I contracted Rheumatic fever. Doc Smith worried that the fever had also caused heart damage, so I was confined to my bed for almost six months.

Eventually I made a full recovery but I was small as a youngster, compared to other kids. I started school a year late at age seven; about the same size as all the other five and six year olds in my first grade class.

July 1988

When I was 7, my mother walked into my room one day while I was dressing and saw my penis. She seemed shocked and asked me if it was okay. "Does it hurt?" she asked. "Have you banged it on something?"

I had become very modest; it had been almost a year since she'd seen my privates.

"No," I said, not understanding what was bothering her.

Later that week, she sent me to see Doc Smith. He measured it at 4 and a half inches and just over an inch thick. He told my mom that in over twenty years of practicing medicine, it was the largest he'd seen on a kid my age. But otherwise I seemed healthy and he didn't think it was anything to worry about.

August 15, 1991

This summer I was finally old enough to join the Cub Scouts; something I'd really been looking forward to. We got to go to a summer camp at Skye Lake, a couple of hours from our tiny community called Brodie. It was a week-long camp and the weather was perfect -- lots of swimming, hiking, and games.

Now that five years have passed since my bout of childhood Rheumatic fever, I'm fully recovered and starting to become fairly athletic -- Mom says I have fast reflexes, so I did well in all the team sports. On the last day, it was time for the traditional camp skinny-dip.

Late that morning, the councilors herded all us boys to a secluded bay. I wasn't even thinking about my cock as we stripped out of our bathing suits for the mad-dash down the beach to the lake. The boys nearest to me couldn't help but stare at my tool. Now at 10 years of age, it was almost 6 inches long and slapped back and forth as I ran like an enraged snake with its tail caught in a rat trap. Some boys ran away from me, while others jockeyed closer to get a better look. Even some councilors came over to see what all the ruckus was about.

The camp was over that afternoon, but the damage was done. Even boys I considered friends would no longer talk to me, or even look me in the eye. I was ostracized like a leper and glad when Mom arrived in the old family ‘beater'. In tears, I told her about it on the long drive home -- she just smiled and told me not to worry; they were all jealous and I'd feel differently in a few years.

I wasn't buying it.

October 1, 1993

My Grade 7 English teacher gave us an assignment today -- to start writing a journal. This is my first entry. I'm 13 years old, and like school a lot -- especially the sports. I pitch for our baseball team, and can run faster than any other guys in my class.

My biggest problem is my penis -- it's now over 6 inches long and as thick as a banana. I have to be careful about any of the stuff I wear -- jeans, gym shorts, normal pants. I look ridiculous in everything, unless they are really baggy. I have to make sure nobody ever sees it.

Why did I have to be born with something like this? I wonder if you can have them shortened?

September 15, 1994

Well, I've just started Grade 8 at Brodie High; my first year of high school. I do pretty well in school -- my marks are good, and my running has gotten even better. I'm in a running club; training for a full marathon, and looking forward to all the team sports this fall.

After Cub Camp three years ago, I've learned to be very careful never to let anyone see my body -- none of the guys who were at the camp are in any of my classes at Brodie High. But I'm worried; I'm hearing rumors that showering is compulsory after PE.

What am I going to do?

September 16, 1994

I had my first PE class today, and we played baseball. It was hot; over 80 degrees, but it was a great game. I got a home run, a single, and stole two bases. At the end of the game, we were drenched with sweat. In the change room after stripping down, I quickly wrapped myself with a towel and headed for the showers.

I hoped the steam and water would hide me, but the guys were making a big joke of flicking each other on the ass with their towels. When several of them came after me, they first stared like I had some kind of horrible deformity; then started hooting and hollering. The rest of the guys in the change area came running back to the showers to see what was going on. I quickly left the showers wrapped in my towel, got dressed, and got the hell out of there, red with embarrassment.

It was almost like Cub camp all over again.

September 30, 1994

A few weeks have passed since the shower incident. The novelty seems to be wearing off, and the teasing has died down a bit, but I'm still treated like a freak by many of the guys. I can't walk down a school hallway without hearing a horse-whinny somewhere in the background.

My cock is now nearly 7 inches long and thicker than the salami that Mom buys for our sandwiches. It has become a serious problem when playing sports or on long distance runs -- if I don't deal with it properly, it rubs and chafes, causing a lot of pain.

Imagine trying to run ten miles with a salami shoved down your shorts.

April 15, 1997

Today I'm 16 years old and in Grade 10. My cock is 7 inches long. When I have a boner (which seems to be all the time, these days), it's about 10 inches long, depending on the cause of the boner.

When hard, my cock is shaped a bit like a cucumber -- thickest in the middle, just over 2 inches across. My erect circumcised knob is just under 2 inches long and an inch and a half across.

Any guys reading this might be envious, but trust me, it isn't as great as you'd think. I'm still getting lots of hassles from other guys in Brodie. I still feel like a freak, and I know that if a girl ever sees this thing, she'll think I'm a monster. What are my chances of ever getting laid with this thing? Not great...!

It's really difficult to deal with when there are girls around. If I get a boner in class, I'm in big trouble. I've learned to wear lose pants and tight underwear, and to adjust it so it travels backwards between my legs so I'm essentially sitting on the damn thing. Otherwise, if it expands to either side, it's visible 50 feet away. If it expands upwards -- well it better be under my shirt because it'll poke out the top of my waistband, nearly to my belly button. So back between my legs works best. This way, if a cute girl smiles at me, or I catch sight of some cleavage, or even worse; a girl not wearing a bra, my expanding cock stays more or less hidden. I'm in extreme pain, but at least it doesn't look like I have a presto log shoved down the front of my pants.

But the worst thing about my abnormal cock is the bullying and fights. Even here in Brodie, we have a bullying problem -- I have to fight almost every week.

My uncle Gord raises chickens, and told me one time that if a chicken looks different for any reason, the rest of the chickens will eventually peck it to death. High school kids are a bit like that.

I'm regarded as a freak, and so I'm a target. I'm fairly skinny and not a great fighter so I nearly always lose. But at least I make sure that the bully takes a few good shots before the fight's over.

I wish I could have it cut down in size. Mom just smiles when I ask about it, and says to wait a few years. I don't see anything funny about it at all.

I really hate having this disgusting dick.

April 19, 1997

Two days ago while walking home from school, six older guys ambushed me. I tried to fight back, but two of them got me by the arms while their leader, Kerry Wheeler, stood in front of me, smirking. After a couple of punches to my face and belly, he ‘horse whinnied', and kicked viciously at my groin. By twisting a bit, I was able to take some the force against my thigh. But I could feel my balls and cock being smashed by his boot. It took a second for the pain to hit; when it did, it was like a pure white-hot explosion. Nearly unconscious with pain, I was dry-heaving and gagging. Wheeler's buddies dropped me and off they went, laughing.

Lying in the fetal position on the side of the lane, hands clutched to my groin, my eyes squeezed shut, and sobbing with pain, I now thought I was hearing things. A soft feminine voice, right beside me, was saying, "Eddie... Eddie! Are you OK?"

I managed to open my eyes and there knelt one of the prettiest girls in our school, Allison Summerville, a grade ahead of me at Brodie High. In spite of being in the worst pain of my life -- a hundred times worse than the time I fell off my bike and broke my arm, I was mesmerized with how beautiful she was. It was almost as though there was an angel, right there at my side.

"I saw the whole thing from our front window, Eddie, and I just called the police and an ambulance." That's the last thing I remember until I woke up in the hospital.

This morning, a cop came into my room and interviewed me. As he was leaving, he handed me a card and said, "Hey Eddie, I'm Doug Lauder -- call me when you're outta here. I run a small gym down on Triumph Street, and I can teach you a thing or two about dealing with guys like them."

My balls are the size of coconuts and purplish black, I'm pissing blood, and I can barely walk. I think I will go see Mr. Lauder when I'm feeling better.

May 1, 1997

Doug Lauder is a United States Deputy Marshall -- he commutes to Charleston, a big city about 40 minutes east of here. But he and his family like the small town lifestyle and live in Brodie. We're really a village -- too small for our own a police force. So Doug is all we have, as a local policeman.

Today I went to see his gym. He invited me into his cluttered office and closed the door. He was the first cop to arrive at the scene of my attack, and helped the ambulance guy get me inside his rig, which also serves as a hearse for Green Valley Memorial, the only funeral home in Brodie. He'd assisted the lone paramedic to evaluate my injuries.

"Eddie, my boy," he said, "I'm glad you came in for a visit today. The fact is, I have a special appreciation for some of your problems. Is it okay if I talk in real plain language here, pal?"

"Sure," I said, not knowing he was talking about.

"Eddie, I'm going to tell you straight. I saw you in the ambulance, and I know you have been blessed -- or cursed, depending on how you feel about it, with abnormally large, ahhhh... apparatus. Has this been as difficult for you as I think has?"

I glowed red with embarrassment. I had never discussed this with anyone except my mother. I could only nod, my face down, staring at the floor.

He paused, and then asked, "Hey Eddie, I hear through the grapevine that your dad isn't in the picture anymore. What's up with that?"

I don't mind talking about that; it's no big deal. "Yeah, he left before I was born -- I've never seen him. Mom does a great job though; we get along fine."

"Your mom must be a very special lady. I can tell by talking to you that she's done a great job." He paused and went on. "It's a good thing I was driving by the other day, buddy, because there are not many men who understand exactly what you've been going through. I had the same problem when I was your age. Still do, but believe me, I don't think of it as a problem anymore."

He pointed to a framed 8 X 10 photo on his desk, taken on a white sand beach with palm trees in the background. A truly gorgeous blond woman in a tiny bikini was laying on a towel; she had a slim athletic body and large breasts, precious little of which were covered by the bikini top.

"That's my wife, Sharon. Now, how do you suppose a poorly paid, plain-looking flatfoot such as myself ever attracted a looker like her?"

She did seem like a movie star, compared to poor old Doug -- a middle aged, balding man with a thickening waistline. He wasn't bad looking, but he sure wasn't in her league. I looked at him -- he smiled back at me, and said, "You haven't got a problem, kid. You have been blessed. Trust me!"

"You mean...?" I started to ask.

"Exactly!" Doug replied. "By the way, Eddie, there was a girl there the other day; the one who called us. Do you know her? She was really concerned about you."

"Yeah, we both go to Brodie High -- she's in Grade 11."

"Good looking girl; I'd be making a special point of thanking her. She stuck by you until the ambulance pulled away."

"Yeah, I'm definitely going to..." I said, amazed to hear that she had been so concerned.

"Eddie, I've decided I'm going to educate you in a number of different subjects that you'll never hear about in school. And I'm going to teach you to fight; or more accurately, how to avoid fighting. I want you to come to my self-defense classes starting next Saturday, 9:00 AM sharp. Okay?"

"Sure," I replied, "I think I'd really like that."

"I guarantee you will, pal.."

May 10, 1997

I saw Allison at school today -- she was with some of her girlfriends. I walked up and asked if I could talk to her. When I got her off to one side, I tried to thank her but I got so tongue-tied that I sounded like an idiot. She didn't even talk to me. She just said okay, and after standing there a minute, turned around and walked away.

God, she's beautiful!

September 8, 1997

Major, major bummer.

I've just started Grade 11 and learned that Allison Summerville won't be in school this year. She's on some kind of student exchange thing over in Europe for a whole year. I'll probably never see her again -- she's in Grade 12 and will go to college next year.

I tried a few more times last year to talk to her, but I just can't do it. She'd stand there like she was waiting for me to talk. She'd look at me really carefully for a minute, but then just walk away.

I'd have given anything to take her out, but she obviously didn't want anything to do with me.

March 7, 1998

Doug and I worked out at the gym today. It's been about year since that first self-defense class. Now I work out here twice a week, and work part-time for Doug, cleaning up around the place. Charleston police recruits and members of the State National Guard come here for hand-to-hand combat training from Doug -- he's really good at it.

Today we practiced his technique of striking to the Adam's apple -- a blow that can kill if done with enough force. But it will end a fight instantly. Doug's philosophy is to avoid fights at all cost. If forced into one, the key to prevent injury at the hands of your attacker is to inflict brutal vicious damage in the first few seconds of the fight, putting him out of action. The Marques of Queensbury is no friend of Doug's.

After six months of his classes, I have not lost a fight. I don't get into them anymore, after it ‘got around' that anyone who forces me to fight will likely end up in the hospital. Thanks to Doug's classes, I have received not so much as a scratch at the hands of a bully.

Doug has become like an uncle to me. I can talk to him about anything; he is a never-ending source of advice that's usually pretty good. It's almost like he knows what's going on inside my head. His family has me and my mom over for dinner every now and then. Mom really likes Doug and his wife, too.

"Hey Eddie," asked Doug, as we rested, leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring, "Have you ever noticed that the girls in your school look at you just a little differently than the rest of the guys?"

I had been aware of some strange looks from girls for about a year now. I thought I was imagining things. "Yeah, I think I have," I replied. "How'd you know?"

"Well, kid, I happen to know because the same thing happened to me when I was your age. Do you know why you're getting those looks? After all, appearance-wise, you're as plain as a mud fence..."

I threw a towel catching him full in the face. He peeled if off, grinning, but clearly awaiting an answer.

"No, I don't think so...," I said.

"Well, arsehole, think about it. You tell me that all the guys in school give you a bad time about your ahhh, endowment. Do you think it's possible that word of this might possibly have leaked through to the female population of Brodie High?"

This had never occurred to me. Girls wouldn't be interested in anything like that. Would they? I was an average looking guy -- now six feet and about 165 pounds. I was quite trim because of my running. Doug's exercise routines were finally developing my torso and upper body strength. My blond hair had a mind of its own and was always all over the place, but that seemed to be in fashion these days. I had been spared the acne that seemed to ravage some kids. I guess I was okay looking, but let's face it -- nothing special...

Doug smiled. "Hey buddy, let me be the first to point out that women are just the same as men in many ways. Most of them will be as turned on at the idea of an oversized cock, as men are by a big set of mammaries. I'd bet a year's pay that every girl in that school of yours, would trade their first born to have a peak at the legendary Eddie Jr."

I laughed out loud at ‘Eddie Jr' but couldn't think of anything to say, and didn't really believe it.

Doug continued. "So how are you with the ‘fair sex' -- are you a good talker? Are you comfortable ‘chatting them up'?"

"Some of them," I replied. The truth was, some of the girls in high school intimidated me -- especially Allison Summerville before she left, and I couldn't bring myself to talk to them. If I did, it just came out as gibberish. I tried to explain this to Doug, and he smiled.

"Let me guess," he said. "The better looking they are, and the bigger the boobs; the goofier the gibberish. Right?"

"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up," I admitted.

"Well my boy, good news; there are two things that will make you extremely proficient at it. One is practice, and this leads to the second -- confidence. The trick is to talk to them all; about anything. Ask them about themselves; you'll find that once they start, it's hard to get them stopped."

Doug really had my attention now.

"When you're hanging with your friends at school, do you notice that some girls smile whenever you're around? They're always tossing their hair, and finding excuses to touch you on the arm? Stuff like that?"

"Sure, there are some just like that. I just thought they were being silly."

"Start there, my boy. The next time a girl acts like that; ask her to a movie. Or for a hike around the lake. Whatever. Get her away from the crowd, and spend some quality time just talking to her. Women dearly love to be talked to -- probably more than anything else in this ol' world. Write that down. It's the best advice you'll get in your whole life."

And on it went -- some of it actually sinking in. I was in awe of Doug's knowledge of women, and couldn't wait to put his suggestions to work.

Oh, by the way, today my flaccid cock is 9 inches long; when angry, it's just over 12 inches long and 2 ¾ inches wide in the center. The ‘helmet' alone, is 2 ½ inches long and 1 ¾ inches wide. For perspective, the average beer bottle is 2 1/4 inches wide.

I know I'm screwed; or worse, not screwed. No female in her right mind will ever want to have anything to do me or with a cock like mine.

September 10, 1998

Yesterday was one of the most memorable days of my life.

After school, this year's running club met to train for a 10 mile run. First we ran cross-country, then around the Merganser Lake trail. It was hot -- around 80 degrees. During the run, I chatted with a small but very nicely shaped girl named Jane McCrae. We'd blathered on for an hour about nothing in particular, when it suddenly occurred to me that she was exhibiting all the signs that Doug had described.

Jane was an army brat. She had transferred to Brodie High after her dad retired and moved back to the USA from his last posting in Africa. Jane had lost two years of school along the way, and was actually a year older than me.

She wasn't a raving beauty, but cute and trim with large breasts constrained in a wide athletic spandex bra held at the front with a zipper. Just a couple of inches of cleavage were exposed at the top of that zipper -- deep, provocative cleavage. Her long brown hair was tied in a pony tail. Her spandex running shorts were skin tight, looking like they had been spray-painted over her perfectly formed backside. In this heat, her face was flushed and beaded with sweat; the sides of her spandex bra were soaked.

Running with a cock like mine is not easy. The method I've developed is to wear the largest athletic supporter I can find -- even it's not large enough to fully contain me. Without it, my cock flops back and forth, up and down, actually chaffing in my underwear.

Suddenly aware of the size and shape of Jane's breasts, and of the marble-size bumps in the vicinity of her nipples, I began to feel a swelling inside my cup. Eddie Jr had a mind of his own. My expanding girth was slowly pushing the whole assembly out from my body, causing a grapefruit-sized lump in the front of my baggy fleece running shorts. I could see Jane catching peeks of it in her peripheral vision, while trying not to let on. I put on a burst of speed to get ahead of her. It didn't last long, as the pain of my erection caught up in the tight athletic gear, soon caused it to subside. But there was no doubt that Jane had noticed.

When we arrived back at the school, I told Jane that I was going to jog home and shower there rather than in the school. Would she like run with me? She lived just a couple of blocks from our house.

"Sure," she said, and off we went.

We stopped at a gas station near the school. I bought a couple of quart bottles of ice-cold Gatorade and we jogged down to the river to have a rest after our 10 mile run.

The Merganser River flows through about a mile of forest before reaching the outskirts of Brodie. Local kids have been swimming in the Merganser for a hundred years -- there are lots of secluded areas where skinny-dipping is common. As we walked along, chatting and sipping our drinks, we followed a trail bordering the river. Soon we found ourselves in the forest -- it was shaded here, and slightly cooler. We stopped and sat on a fallen log protruding out over the river, our runners kicked off, bare feet dangling in the cold, clear water.

"It's a shame we don't have bathing suits," I said. "A swim would sure feel great."

"Go for it," said Jane.

"Well Jane," I said. "Thanks, but I'd be a bit embarrassed to swim in front of you like this. All I've got under here is a cup and straps.

Jane smiled. "Fat lot of good it did you..." I guess I knew what she was talking about. "Eddie, "I've got brothers -- I've seen boys before, if you know what I mean. You don't need a swim suit."

"Yeah," I said, unable to look at her. "I ahhh, have a special problem, and I'm not sure that I'll ever have the nerve to skinny-dip in front of a girl. It's really embarrassing."

"No kidding," she said. There was a long silence.

"You know, Eddie, I've been hearing stories about you for a year or so now; ever since we moved here. Is it true what they say?"

"Damned if I know; what do they say?"

Jane was struggling to pick her words. "Well, I guess that you're just bit more, uhh, endowed than other guys?" She was now pink with embarrassment.

I smiled weakly and admitted, "Yeah, it's true, I guess. It's the pits. I can't image that any girl would ever be interested in anything like mine. It's too big for, ahhh.... you know..."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that," Jane said. "You'd be surprised at what women are capable of. Good grief -- babies come out of us. It can't be as big as a baby. Can it?"

"It's as long as a baby," I replied, my ears burning.

This talk was having an effect on Eddie Jr -- I could feel him pushing hard into the cup and straps. I leaned forward and partially covered my lap with crossed arms. Jane seemed to understand what was happening. "It's painful in this cup," I whispered, blushing brightly.

"Well for Pete's sake, Eddie," she said, gently pushing me back upright. "If it hurts, lose the cup. I know how good it feels to get out of a tight bra like this one."

"It won't stay under there," I said. "It'll poke out the top of my shorts.

"Oh come on," Jane said, like she didn't believe me.

"OK", I said, "You asked for it." With my lap hidden from Jane by my t-shirt, I reached into my shorts, grabbed the cup and pulled it out of the elastic harness. My cock, now freed and almost fully erect, rose upwards, protruding above the waistband of my shorts. I adjusted myself so that it lay flat against my stomach, the tip just above my navel.

Jane was breathing a bit faster. She looked me in the eyes, and lifted the bottom of my T-shirt. Her eyes widened as the top my straining cock came into view. "My God!" she said. She looked at me again. "Eddie, may I please see it?"

"Well," I said, "The thing is, when guys get totally excited, and then have to calm down afterwards, it's painful. With me, the pain is almost unbearable because of an injury I had a couple of years ago, so I can't get really turned on. It'll ache for days."

"Ahhh... Maybe I can help with that," Jane said.

Oh, what the hell, I thought, and raised my butt off the log, tugging my shorts down past my knees, and off. The cool air on my buttocks and exposed cock felt good after being restrained in my athletic ‘straight jacket'. Jane seemed to be having even more trouble breathing, as she stared at my twitching erect cock.

"Good Lord!" she said, staring at my tool in disbelief. "It's beautiful, Eddie!"

She reached out with her tiny hands, encircled me near the base, and began to slowly slide them up and down the length of my shaft. It felt exquisite to have hands (other than my own) rubbing my cock for the very first time. I was now having trouble breathing. Sweat was saturating my shirt, so I peeled it over my head and threw it on the log next to us. For the first time in my life, I was naked in front of a desirable young woman, and it felt incredibly good.

Now one of Jane's hands concentrated on the head of my cock; gently rubbing in the copious glistening lube seeping from the tip. Her other hand continued rubbing up and down my entire length. The feeling was beyond belief.

Eddie Jr. had now reached his full ‘fighting length' of 12 inches; rock hard; longer and thicker than Jane's forearm.

"Jane," I stammered, "have you ever seen a guy cum? Because it's going to happen pretty quick... "

Jane smiled. "Eddie, although I look like a bit of a ‘goodie-two-shoes', I have been with a few boys. I've done this before and know what'll happen. And I know a few other things, too."

With that, she released my cock -- my heart skipped a beat with disappointment. But her hands went to the zipper between her breasts. A second later, the bra slipped off her shoulders leaving her naked from the hips up. Then she raised her butt, and off came the spandex shorts, too.

Earlier in the day, while admiring her backside, I'd wondered about the lack of panty line -- even the straps of a thong should have been visible. There was nothing underneath. I missed a couple of breaths; her trim little body was absolutely perfect. Her unrestrained breasts were the size of cantaloupes; her fully erect nipples were the size and color of ripe cherries. Jane had no hair of any kind below the nape of her neck. I could see the top of a delicate cleft, just above the bikini tan line. My breathing was now seriously strained.

Then if I wasn't shocked enough, Jane knelt in the shallow water in front of me and parted my knees. She leaned in and took my cock in her hands, pulling the tip down to her mouth. First she slowly applied long wet licks and kisses along my entire length.

Then she concentrated on the head, licking it all over, finally slipping it into her mouth. I had no idea that something could feel so incredibly good. Her mouth was both cool and hot inside -- I could feel her tongue swirling around the entire surface, and the friction of her tight lips as the rim of the my cock slipped in and out. After a minute of this, she allowed as much cock to penetrate as she could take. Her lower jaw was stretched to the limit, with 4 inches of me in her.

Now she pulled me forward a bit, so my balls hung free and clear of the log. One of her hands massaged my sack.

Watching and feeling a third of my length, gliding in and out between Jane's soft wet lips was excruciatingly erotic. I had never seen anything so wonderful in my life, and I began to feel the first telltale signs of an immanent explosion.

"Jane," I moaned. "Jane... Jane... Oh Jesus Christ, Jane, I'm getting close."

Instead of stopping, she moved faster, pumping my rock hard cock in and out of her mouth. I felt a powerful force building deep inside me, spreading upwards throughout my entire belly, rising like a volcano, and suddenly my cock started to pump like an oil well gusher. Spasm after spasm racked my entire body, and I groaned a deep guttural cry. Jane kept pumping me in and out, letting the tip exit her mouth before each new thrust. Cum poured out of her mouth, cascading down her chin, splattering her breasts, and drizzling down her belly into the water. A minute later, I finally began to relax, not believing the incredible experience I'd just had. Jane was scooping up handfuls of water, washing her face, breasts, belly and my cock. Finally she rose, leaned in and gave me the most incredible kiss of my life, her tongue slipping between my lips and playing with my tongue. I will never forget this experience as long as I live.

"It's my turn next, big guy," she whispered in my ear. "Hey, let's go for that swim you were talking about," she added.

A minute later we were in the middle of the stream, naked as jay birds; laughing, splashing, and having a fantastic time. At one point, Jane stood in waist deep water, legs spread, and imitating her father's deep base voice, singing...

"Have you ever bin swimmin' with bow legged wimmin' and dived between their legs?

I tried to dive and swim between Jane's legs, but I was laughing so hard, I came up choking and sputtering water. She said, "What happened, big guy -- your anchor drag bottom?" And we both exploded in laugher.

And it was her turn next....

September 14, 1998

She's back -- I saw her. Allison was at school today. Apparently she's going to repeat Grade 12 -- she was on a Rotory exchange to China last year, and due to the language, didn't get everything she needs for college.

I walked up and tried to talk to her, but know I sounded like a complete moron. She looked like she was going to make some kind of comment. But instead, she just walked away; almost as though she was mad at me.

Who needs her? There are lots of other girls at Brodie High.

May 5, 1999

Today, the Principal of Brodie High shook my hand and told me I'm going to pass with honors.

The end of high school is in sight -- I've been accepted for admittance at several respectable colleges. The fact that I won a state marathon for guys my age, plus a number of other track events, and have the highest RBI on this year's baseball team, has opened some doors. The straight ‘A's didn't hurt either.

Mom looks at my report cards and just shakes her head. "I have no idea where those genes came from," she says. "They sure weren't from your father -- you'll be the first person in our family to go to college."

Since my swim with Jane last fall, we've dated a few more times. I've dated a half-dozen other girls from our school as well. I am starting to develop an appreciation for the magnetic appeal Eddie Jr. seems to have on the ‘fair sex'. There is no question that most girls in Brodie have heard about him -- but he's still causing problems.

First, the genes responsible for my cock also apparently supplied matching internal plumbing. My partners seem astonished at the amount of cum that I produce. If I haven't cum in say, 3 days, I pump out enough ejaculate to half-fill a teacup. Girls are really ‘grossed out' by it.

Second, with Jane and the others, my cock is simply too big for normal sex. When we have sex, they can only manage to take in about a half of me, before it's too painful. We do okay as long as I'm very careful not to push too hard or deep. It's quite disappointing. Don't get me wrong -- I still like having sex, but it's not what I thought it might be.

May 14, 1999

Our grad ceremony is next week. It's funny -- even though I'm one of the better athletes at Brodie High, I still can't dance worth a damn. I flounder around out on the dance floor like a newly born moose calf. So I've decided to take some lessons.

I've heard about a dance club at the state university in Charleston. For a small fee, you can take a day long course -- you don't need a partner and apparently, there is a demand for male partners. So yesterday, I attended one.

The class was crowded -- about a hundred people, with one instructor and two assistants. The students were mostly university students; an approximate 65/35 ratio of women to men. Many of the women danced together and the competition to snag a man for the next exercise was fierce.

The instructor was brilliant -- she explained the steps so they were easy to understand. I'd grab a partner, standing facing her, and as the music started, the instructor would call out, "Readyyyyyy. Ladies back left; men forward right... one, two, three, four; one, two, three, four". Soon we were doing it -- waltzing, jiving, cha cha cha; and looking pretty damned good. After being a complete klutz since my first dance a couple of years ago, I now felt like Fred Astaire in the old black and white movies that Mom likes to watch.

Most of the attendees were university students; I felt like the youngest person there. None of my many practice partners struck me as anything special and they apparently felt the same way about me. But towards the end of the lesson, the instructor needed a partner to demonstrate a step, and plucked me out of the crowd. The music started, and off we went. She had of way of leading, while making it look and feel like I was leading. Every step went perfectly, and I found myself enjoying it immensely, to the point that I felt Eddie Jr stirring -- he was hanging down the inside of a pant leg. Thank God I managed to ‘will' the pending erection away, by concentrating on mathematics and how I'd cleaned the neighbor's dog shit off our lawn that morning. When the demo-dance finished, we even received a smattering of applause from the rest of the class.

The class ended, and I went for lunch in the cafeteria. Not knowing anyone, I was sitting alone reading the university newspaper, when someone sat down across the table from me. Looking up, I found myself staring into the eyes of the instructor. She was in her early 30's -- trim, athletic, and very attractive. Her name was Cheree Pearce.

During our conversation, she told me that up until last year, she'd lived in Las Vegas, dancing as a showgirl in the Jubilee Review. I learned later that this was the highest quality topless show in Vegas. But she'd lost her job to younger, more attractive women; so she decided to settle in her old home town and operate a dance studio.

"You could be a really good dancer, Eddie. The problem with guys is they think they're bad, but it's just a question taking a few lessons and getting some practice."

"I don't think I'll have time to come in for more lessons before Grad," I said. "Do you give private lessons -- could I get more help on a couple of evenings before then?"

"I think that could be arranged -- I have a small studio in the house. You name the time." I agreed to come over on Sunday evening after dinner, and maybe once or twice more before Grad weekend.

May 15, 1999

Last evening, I took Cheree at her word, and went over to her studio for some follow-up dance lessons. The studio was about 15 by 20 feet with mirrors all along one side.

Cheree worked my butt off. We covered the waltz, jive, and even some Tango. I asked about ‘free form' dancing. Most of the high school dances were like this -- all the dancers a foot or so apart, doing whatever movements they liked. Some people have a knack for it, and everything they do looks good. Others like me, look ridiculous. We spent another hour, developing some moves and techniques that suddenly made me feel like John Travolta. I could actually do it, and not feel like a total loser.

As 10:00 PM rolled around, I was really getting it. It was now dark out, and Cheree said that we'd have one or two more slow waltzes, just so I could relax and enjoy them.

"Concentrate on your technique," she said. "And practice sending me invisible signals, telling me what you want me to do." My brain did a little flip, wondering exactly what she meant by that.

At the end of the room were double doors leading out onto a patio. It was now uncomfortably warm in the studio, so in mid-waltz, I led us out onto the patio where we continued to dance. The cool air felt wonderful after the hot lights inside. After a minute, Cheree rested her head on my shoulder -- I could feel her breath on the side of my neck. Eddie Jr. responded immediately and began to swell. Cheree couldn't help but feel it. At first, the pressure of her body against me increased ever so slightly. Then she began to rub her thighs against me -- I could feel the friction against my hardening cock.

She whispered in my ear, "Eddie, could I interest you in a soak in the hot tub?"

"That would be great," I replied, my voice strained. "What about a bathing suit?"

"Oh, we never wear them in the hot tub," she said smiling.

I then noticed the large covered tub off to one side of the patio. She pulled back the lid and said, "Jump in, Eddie. I'll go get us a couple of cold drinks."

When she disappeared inside, I peeled off my duds and hopped in. Some jets started up, producing volumes of bubbles -- I guess Cheree had turned them on from inside. The lights went out in the dance studio -- it was now quite dark here on the patio, with just a few moon lights around the edges, throwing dark shadows.

Out came Cheree, now in a robe, carrying two bottles of diet coke. The robe fell to the deck and she quickly joined me, placing a coke next to my elbow. It felt incredibly good sitting next to her submerged to our shoulders, the bubbles and hot water jets massaging our bodies after hours of dance practice.

I put my arm around her and she leaned into me. Then in the dark swirling water, I felt her hand on my cock. She first held it near the head, and then slid her hand down its length, as though checking it out. "Good Lord," she whispered. We began some serious necking and I explored her entire body, too -- she was more like a teenager than a woman in her mid thirties.

One of her hands was massaging my sack. I spread my legs to provide more access. Now a long slim finger slid up between my buttocks, gently rubbing my asshole.

"I have to warn you; what you're doing feels so good, I'm going to foul your hot tub pretty soon."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" purred Cheree. "At least, not yet. Jump up and sit on the edge of the tub, Eddie. I'd like to have a better look at you."

I complied, and seconds later, the two of us were sitting on the edge with our feet in the tub. Cheree seemed fascinated with my cock, inspecting every inch, and gently rubbing, licking and kissing its entire length.

"Eddie," said Cheree, "I've seen a lot of men in my short life, and many large cocks. But this is by far, the largest of them all. It's truly beautiful -- you're a very lucky guy."

I didn't now to respond. "Sometimes it's more trouble than it's worth..." I mumbled.

The music was still playing in the dance studio, and a song started with a perfect slow dance pace. Cheree took my hand and gently pulled me back onto the patio. She lifted both her arms over my shoulders, and we began to dance. With my arms around her waist, at first we did proper waltz steps, but Eddie Jr was enjoying this too much, and soon protruded rudely between Cheree's thighs. She reached down, and directed the tip upwards, and into her sopping wet pussy. Natural lubricant was pouring out of her, oozing down the insides of her thighs and soaking my cock. Our bodies were still wet with water from the tub, and we left strange wet footprints on the smooth cement of the patio. By dancing on her tiptoes, and me crouching a bit, the tip of my cock was now positioned perfectly, and it slipped upwards into Cheree. With some firm pressure and gentle thrusts, I felt the full tightness of Cheree's sopping wet tunnel, as more and more of my cock slid into her.

We couldn't dance properly anymore, but we swayed in time to the music and gently made our way around the patio in time to the music, my cock embedded in Cheree's streaming pussy -- she moaned gently in my ear.

It occurred to me that Cheree was able to accommodate more of Eddie Jr than any of my previous partners. After a minute I was able to stop worrying about hurting her, and thoroughly enjoy the experience.

Cheree now smiled and backed away -- I felt cool air on my wet cock as I slipped out of her. She moved into me again and ground her pelvis against mine. "I have never been fucked like this in my life. Do it Eddie, fuck me hard with your magnificent cock."

I backed her up against the tub, lifting her butt up onto the edge, and began to plow into her, pumping in and out like a piston in a diesel engine. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms still around my neck. I could sense that she was close -- now her back arched backward and she let out a long guttural rasping groan. Her entire body vibrated and shook in a series of spasms.

Now I slipped out of her again, and spun her so she was standing facing away from me, her arms supporting her on the edge of the tub. I slipped my cock between her perfect buttocks, coated and glistening with her lubricant, and rubbed it up and down, trying to catch my breath. I pushed harder, and Eddie Jr slithered between her cheeks and thighs until my pelvis was pressed tight against her buttocks. Now at least 4 inches of my cock jutted out in front of her. She grabbed it and rubbed the head in her fisted hand. I pulled back, and her hand followed, lifting the tip, and directing it to her pussy. I thrust and buried Eddie Jr. deeply inside her tight hole.

I pumped slowly at first; then faster and faster. Cheree was gasping louder and louder in perfect time with my thrusts. I could feel the end of my cock battering the depths of her pussy; I could no longer hold back. Now I could feel the liquid hot pressure building deep inside me -- spreading upward like a wildfire. In a few seconds, a long pulsing series of spasms racked my entire body, as my cock pumped and pumped an impossible quantity of cum up inside her. I could feel Cheree coming -- a long mangled raspy cry signaled that she was there, too.

After a minute, I finally began to relax, and felt a hot stream of cum running out of Cheree's pussy, down my cock and our legs, spilling onto the patio below. We just hugged and gasped, trying to get our breathing back under control.

Later, as I was leaving, she whispered in my ear, "You're welcome back for refresher lessons whenever you want, lover..."

May 25, 1999

Our ‘Prom' night and dance is next weekend. Tonight, we had the actual graduation ceremony. One by one, the Grade 12 graduates walked up on stage in their gowns and square caps to receive their diplomas and a handshake from the Mayor of Brodie. Each of us received an ovation from the crowd.

When my name was called, there was lots of applause. Then as it died down, from somewhere came a horse-whinny, and a light smattering of laughter.

I'm following Doug's advice, and sticking with girls that I'm totally comfortable talking to and being around. If the girls in high school were rated using the classic ‘one to ten' system, I tend to hang with 7's and 8's. I'm still flustered by 9's and all 10's.

One of our ‘10's' is Allison Summerville. I tried to work up the nerve to ask her to the dance, but simply couldn't do it. Besides, she was probably asked a long time ago, and wouldn't have come with me, even if she didn't have a date yet. Instead I invited Peggy Dye; a girl who graduated last year, but still occasionally hangs around school with her friends.

Peggy is a ‘7' -- maybe even an ‘8' when she's all dolled up. She's average height, long blond hair, slim with large boobs, and has a perky smile. But she isn't athletic at all, and having seen her mother, I suspect Peggy will start packing on weight early in life. She has little or no muscle tone, and her large breasts are already developing a slight sag. She'll have to hook someone fast -- I don't think her looks will last.

I'd played with those boobs yesterday afternoon. Over at her place, she asked me if I'd like to see their childhood tree house. Her dad had built it when she was a little girl. It was about 8 feet square, and large enough inside for a kid to stand upright, but not an adult. Access was via a 10 foot wooden ladder built into the side of the tree, up to a small deck and door. Peg insisted on going up first, to open the door.

As I started up behind her, I looked up and nearly let go. Under Peg's sun dress, was; well... nothing! I was astonished. Inside, the floor of the tree house was covered with plush carpet. I was speechless and Peg was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. The dress had form-fitting bodice and apparently there was nothing under there, either.

"That's a nice dress, Peg," I said. Eddie Jr was swelling at the thought of the overhead glimpses I'd just been treated to. The front of my jeans was bulging as my cock tried to find a direction in which to expand. Peg was watching with interest.

"Eddie," she said. "I lost my virginity up here. It's a great place to get away from my folks. I've even done it up here when they're out in the yard." Peg's folks were not at home at the moment -- I don't think I'd of had the nerve to do it with them anywhere nearby.

That caused my cock to swell even further. "It's pretty cool Peg. It's quite comfortable up here, too. I stretched out on the floor and pulled her close. In seconds, we were necking up a storm, our tongues probing and exploring.

Peg felt something pressing against her stomach and looked down. Eddie Jr was now protruding several inches above the waist band of my jeans. Her eyes widened, and she reached down, grasping me.

"Jesus, Eddie, I've heard about this, and didn't think it was true..." She quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled down the top of my briefs; now my entire length was on display. Peg was like a kid at Christmas with a new toy -- she just couldn't take her eyes or hands of me. That suited me fine, of course.

Her sundress was held up by spaghetti straps -- I slipped them over her shoulders, and it fell to her waist. Her breasts were large and stunning to look at. We quickly removed the rest of our clothes and set about exploring every inch of each other's bodies.

Peg, who apparently had more experience in these matters than me, began licking her way down my chest. She took a good 15 minutes licking my cock and balls, and then gently sucking as much as she could take in. As she sucked, she gently stroked the rest of my shaft with her finger tips. The resulting sensations were indescribable; yet seemed to lack the pressure that would cause me to come. I was lasting much longer than I would have thought possible with oral sex.

Then it was my turn -- I mimicked her performance, slowly working my way down. I took a long time licking her breasts all over and sucking and licking her nipples until they were blood colored and as hard as pencil erasers. Then slowly down her belly to the narrow strip of soft fuzz on her mound. We twisted around on the floor so I had easy access to her with my tongue, and I spent a full 10 minutes licking and sucking every nook and cranny, giving special attention to her tiny little clit, peeking out from the folds. She squirmed, her hips ground into my face, and she moaned continuously. I hoped no one came home and out into the back yard. Peg could probably be heard a block away.

I suggested that Peg be on top to control penetration. She sprang up and straddled my hips. Reaching down, she held Eddie Jr upright, his tip rubbing her pussy, and gently lowered herself onto me. The first three or four inches disappeared quickly, into her drenched pussy. But I could feel her getting tighter and tighter, until it was almost uncomfortable for me. She seemed disappointed that she couldn't get more of me into her and it was hurting her to try.

For the next 5 minutes, she simply pumped up and down on the top third of my length. It felt great to me; to the point that I could have come anytime. Instead I pulled out, rolled her over onto her knees, and slipped my cock between her lovely butt cheeks. This provided even more friction for me, as my cock rubbed between her buttocks as well as her incredibly tight little pussy. It must have been good for her, too; there was lots of groaning. One of her hands was busy rubbing her clit from under her belly. Now I was getting close.

Finally, I rolled her onto her back, pushing her legs forward until her knees were on either side of her breasts. Kneeling, I quickly entered her and decided that what I was missing in depth, I would make up for in speed. I began to fuck her as fast as I could pump. She was again using her fingers to rub her clit. The sight of my cock surging in and out of her pussy, of her hand working her clit, and of her large breasts surging up and down like a series of mini tsunamis, was more than I could withstand, and soon I was gasping and pumping her full of hot cum. As my cock slipped out of her, a river of semen followed. We lay there and cuddled, our bodies shiny with perspiration, as we regained our breath.

"I can tell you, Peg, this is one tree house I'm never going to forget." She smiled, and invited me back to play in it anytime.

An hour or so later, when her folks arrived home, they announced that they were going to rent us a limo for the Grad dance. I sense they like me, and hope I'll stick with her.

June 2, 1999

Two nights ago was our Prom dance, and the most memorable night of my life.

The limo picked me up first. I strode down our front walk dressed in my rented tux, as proud as punch.

I met Peg at her front door with the obligatory corsage. I finally gave up trying to pin it on -- Peg's dress was a strapless affair, barely concealing her nipples. It was short, too, coming only to mid-thigh. It was a very sexy dress, and I was a bit surprised that her folks had let her wear it, but I wasn't complaining. Her mom tied the corsage to her wrist, and I led her down the walk to the limo where the driver was holding the door. We were on our way.

Peg opened her purse, took out a small stainless steel flask and offered it to me. "Gin and tonic?" she asked.

"No thanks Peg; never touch the stuff, but you go ahead."

We cuddled on a long padded bench until the limo pulled right up in front of the school entrance. As the driver held the door, he said, "Just call me when you're ready to go home -- here's my card. You can be as late as you like -- the limo's paid for until 2:00 AM." I thanked him and slipped him a ten-spot.

The gym looked nice; the decorating committee had done a great job. A fairly decent rock band from Charleston was pounding out song after song at an earsplitting volume.

I had a few dances with Peg, who was now beginning to show the effects of the gin. I sensed she was bored with me. She became interested in another group of kids, disappearing outside from time to time, drinking and smoking pot. That didn't interest me, so I started dancing with other girls.

At one point on the dance floor, I came almost face to face with Allison Summerville; looking even better than a ‘10' tonight. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, but there was no smile -- she looked away quickly and carried on dancing with her partner. She was obviously not impressed seeing me there.

God she was gorgeous. Five foot five with killer curves, large shapely and obviously unrestrained breasts; her dress was some flimsy fabric, almost see-through. It had a deep neckline with a lacy black camisole beneath. There was a matching slip of some kind under the lower part of the dress, almost like a petticoat, that prevented any chance of catching sight of her curves through the gossamer-like material. She was without a doubt the most beautiful girl in the school -- possibly the best looking girl that had ever attended Brodie High. And then she was gone, out of sight into the mob of shaking, gyrating teenagers.

An hour passed without catching sight of Peg. Then I saw her with the other group, staggering drunk. A while later, someone came looking for me, saying Peg's mother was out front. I went out and there was Peg in the backseat of their family station wagon, her head hanging out the window, vomit smeared down the side of the door and pooled on the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Dye -- she took up with another group of kids, and I lost track of her. They must have had liquor outside."

"Don't worry Eddie; it's not your fault. She's done this before -- I hoped she'd follow your example. I know you don't drink..." I felt sorry for Mrs. Dye and hugged her, before she climbed back into the driver's seat.

I waved at Peg, but her eyes were closed, apparently passed out.

"Oh, by the way Eddie," she called. "The limo's paid for -- call the driver when you're ready to go home." And off they went.

Now I was bummed out and didn't feel like going back in. It was dark out but still warm, so I wandered off, around the side of the gymnasium. The loud music and hooting and hollering spilled out the open doors.

Minutes later, I was around the back of the school, looking for one of my buddies to BS with. I could see a group of kids off in the shadows near the edge of the parking lot. I wandered in that direction to see what was going on.

There seemed to be some kind of altercation taking place. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I was shocked -- a rough looking group of young men was gathered around a young woman. The woman was Allison Summerville and the young men were the Wheeler gang.

Kerry Wheeler was being his usual obnoxious self, giving Allison a bad time about something. He apparently knew that she'd called the police that afternoon two years ago. Now he was threatening her with all sorts of retaliation. Allison was sobbing, and begging them let her go. Wheeler had her by one wrist; pulling her towards the parking lot. She was trying to fight back, but he was simply too big for her. Now he twisted her arm behind her back, and laughed as she tried to kick backwards at his legs.

All of Doug Lauder's training kicked in -- the only thing I had going in my favor was the element of surprise. Doug had taught me that it takes guys several seconds to psyche themselves up to fight -- to get the adrenalin flowing. The fight had to be over in seconds, before they were ready; otherwise, I'd be outnumbered 6 to 1.

Nearby on the lawn, I spotted an empty wine bottle and picked it up. Holding it like it still contained wine, I pretending to be drunk and staggered out of the shadows. I wobbled by them as though headed for my car -- they were all so engrossed by Wheeler dragging Allison, that they barely noticed me. That was a mistake.

Once alongside the group, filled with an adrenaline-fueled rage, I struck fast, hitting the guy next to Wheeler on the back of the head with the wine bottle so hard that he slumped unconscious to his knees, and then over on his side. Thanks to Doug's training, I knew precisely where to land the blow. Before any of the rest of them could react, I got in a thunderous groin kick to the second guy, and he fell to his knees screaming, clutching his balls with both hands. I swung the bottle again, smashing his nose and upper lip. Less than five seconds had elapsed. Wheeler recovered his wits first and recognized me. "YOU SON OF A BITCH...!" he roared, and rushed at me, releasing Allison.

As he approached, I side-stepped and spun; swinging the bottle with all of my strength, catching Wheeler flush in the Adam's apple. The blow was probably hard enough to kill him -- at that point I didn't care. He clutched his throat with both hands, his eyes wide as saucers, realizing he could no longer breathe. He fell to the ground, making horrible sucking-croaking noises, trying desperately to draw some air through his collapsed windpipe.

There were three left, and they were in shock. Their leader and two buddies were on the ground, severely injured and out of the battle -- Wheeler apparently in some danger of dying. I was facing them, bottle in hand like a club, daring them to move. Doug taught how to lock eyes with an opponent during a fight, to telegraph the message, ‘Fuck with me and you're dead meat!'

After a five second staring contest, I finally said, "You assholes need to get this piece of shit to the clinic -- fast. Then I want you to call a buddy of mine, United States Marshall Doug Lauder, and tell him exactly what happened. Don't bullshit him; he'll know if you do. There are witnesses. Tell him the victim and I will come in and see him tomorrow morning. You can probably pin the blame on Wheeler -- you guys should be okay. You weren't actually doing anything. Understand?"

Now on his side, Wheeler fought to suck in air, emitting horrible gurgling, rasping sounds. Tears, saliva and snot poured down the side of his face.

There were sullen nods. I went to Allison now standing off to the side, sobbing quietly. I took her arm, and we quickly headed back to the light of the school. A minute later we were outside the back door to the gymnasium. Even though it was warm, she was shivering from shock so I took off my jacket and slipped it over her shoulders.

"How are you doing, Allison? I'll call your folks to come and get you."

Finally she looked at me and smiled, sniffing and rubbing her eyes. "No, I think I'd like to stay."

"I'll find your date, then..." I said. "What's his name?"

"He was one of the guys back there," she said. "I didn't know he was a friend of Kerry's -- I'll bet that's why he asked me. He suggested going outside for some air, and suddenly, the whole gang was there. Kerry has been threatening me for months now..."

"One of the guys that I got?" I asked hopefully.

"I think he's going to hurt, peeing tomorrow..." she said, smiling weakly.

We stood and talked for ten minutes. Two years ago, I'd tried to thank her for what she had done for me, but I'd been so shy that I'd stammered like an idiot. I thanked her again now, and she thanked me for getting her away from Wheeler. We were talking like old friends -- all my goofy nervousness seemed to have vanished.

"Would you like to go inside and have a couple of dances?" I asked. "There's still almost an hour before this soiree's over."

"Yes, I'd really like that," she said, and up the stairs we went.

After two fast dances, the third was a waltz. I quickly realized that Allison had taken a few dance lessons herself. Soon we were floating around that dance floor like a couple of soap bubbles. Very few high school kids waltz properly, and we were being watched by everyone in the room. We tried to blend into the crowd in the dimly lit auditorium.

I whispered in her ear. "Allison, I've never stopped thinking about you since that day two years ago. That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me in my life. It would have been so easy, just to go back inside and not notice. I have been your biggest admirer ever since."

She whispered back. "Well, I have a confession too. I've always been attracted to you, Eddie. Even before you were injured in the fight, I used to watch you in school and out on the track. But I was just too shy to talk to you."

I was astonished at this. "Good grief," I said. "Me too -- the few times I tried to talk to you, everything I said came out as gabble because I was so nervous."

"Me too...," she whispered. "It was so bad for me, I was afraid to talk to you."

We pulled apart a bit and looked into each other's eyes. I leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss -- even though it was only a few seconds long, I could feel her lips part and the touch of her tongue on my lips.

Oh oh, I thought to myself. I could feel Eddie Jr awaking, aroused by the kiss and the pressure of Allison's long curvaceous body, pressed against mine. I could feel the line of her hips and the weight of those glorious breasts against my chest.

I tried to will my cock into submission, but it was a waste of effort. I had forgotten to take the precaution of properly positioning my dick; now hanging down inside a pant leg -- the worst possible scenario for keeping it hidden.

I knew that Allison could feel it. She looked at me and backed off a bit. Blushing brightly, I whispered that I was sorry -- I had absolutely no control over it. She smiled demurely and leaned back into me. Even in the dim light, I could see her blushing, too.

With that, the waltz ended, and a fast one started -- a jive. By moving fast, and concentrating on the dance, my boner began to subside. I was able to divert attention away from it. By the end of this dance, my erection was almost gone. During a spin, I was able to discreetly pull Eddie Jr back up inside my briefs.

After one more fast dance, Allison excused herself to go to the washroom, so I headed for the men's room. I arrived back at our table just as Allison returned. She shoved her purse under a chair, and we headed back out onto the dance floor hand-in-hand.

The next dance was a fast one, and I was astonished to discover that while in the washroom, Allison had apparently removed her black lacy undergarments. If she moved just so, I could look down through the vee in the front of her dress to admire the most spectacular set of breastworks I had ever seen or imagined. When she turned so the bright lights from the stage were behind her, I could see the form of her body through the chiffon like material of the dress. My heart began to beat like a sledge hammer. Finally the dance ended.

The band had developed a ‘rocked up' version of the Tennessee Waltz that went on for a full five minutes, the lower volume permitting couples to actually talk to one another. It was a smart choice for the last dance of the evening.

As the music started, Allison melded into me in a tight embrace. Eddie Jr was once again stirring, but this time Allison didn't back off. I felt her hand slip into my jacket pocket. "What's that?" I asked.

"My camisole and slip are in my purse," she whispered. "That's my thong is in your pocket." Looking down, I could see her smiling. Eddie Jr of course, roared back to life. This time, I had him properly positioned inside my briefs, so he ‘leapt' upwards, well above my belt-line, up under my shirt and above my navel. Allison could feel the swelling mound, and began discreetly rubbing against it, making it expand even more.

She was whispering in my ear again. "You know, Eddie, the day the ambulance guy worked on you, he had to remove your track pants. I was standing just outside the door, and I saw something that I'd heard rumors about for years. I was probably the only girl in school who knew they were true."

I was breathing heavily, and so was she. She continued whispering. "Even though I was too shy to say anything, I always knew that you'd find a way. I knew that we'd be together eventually."

"I didn't know we would, but I've dreamt about it every night for two years..." I whispered back.

We remained in our hug, dancing slowly for a half minute after the dance ended. I buttoned my jacket to hide the monstrous bulge from my naval downwards. Finally, we made our way out of the gym, arms around each other, amid a stream of chattering teens. From the school lobby, I called our chauffeur who told me he'd be there in five minutes.

True to his word, we were soon ushered into the back of the limo -- the driver's eyebrows rose as he checked out Allison. He gave me a smile and wink of approval as he closed the door.

Once underway, I buzzed him and said, "Would you mind driving us around Brodie for a while before taking us home? I'll probably never get to ride in a limo again in my life."

"Sure thing. Buzz me when you're ready."

We settled onto one of the long padded bench seats. "Would you like something cold to drink?" I asked.

"Sure," said Allison. I went over to a small bar fridge and opened it -- there was a good selection of pop and bottled water. "Tonic water?" she asked. I opened a bottle of water for myself and nearly drained it in one go. Allison sipped at hers. I opened another and sipped at it this time, rejoining Allison on the bench. I slipped my arm around her, and she leaned into me.

"I wonder what that little platform is for?" she asked, pointing at a square patch of linoleum in the center of the floor.

"It's right under the roof hatch," I said. "Let's check it out."

I activated the electric roof panel; it slid back out of sight. I stood, and pulled Allison up too, so we could both stick our heads and shoulders up through the opening into the night. The wind blowing into our faces felt great. Allison was in front; I was behind her.

With one arm steadying me against the swaying hatch, inside the limo my other arm encircled her; my free hand rubbing up and down her athletic curves. I felt Allison respond, pushing back with her buttocks, into my upper thighs and groin. I slowly pulled up the hem of her dress, and ran my hand up her bare torso -- to my utter delight, she was naked under the dress. My hand followed the curve of her thighs and hips, around her waist, and up her flat belly. Now my hand moved down and behind her, slipping between our bodies to cup and fondle her magnificent buttocks. I massaged both cheeks, finally letting my long middle finger slide lower and deeper, until I felt heat and wetness. The insides of her thighs were slick with natural lubricant.

As my hand wandered, not letting a single square inch of her go unexplored, her entire body gyrated and ground backwards against me. Eddie Jr was at full mast and straining mightily inside my pants. My hand now wandered upwards under her dress to cup her large, perfectly formed breasts.

Allison's free arm was now working on my belt and zipper. Soon my straining cock was free, and I could feel her hand checking it out -- sliding up and down its length. She actually turned and looked down for a few seconds as though she couldn't believe what she was feeling. "Holy Christ, Eddie," she said. She faced forward again, and continued massaging my dick; the warm wind streaming through our hair.

Now she guided my cock between her upper thighs so that the tip protruded in front of her, between her legs. We both moved, causing my rock hard cock to glide back and forth through her thighs. She was producing copious hot, wet lubricant and soon my cock looked like it had been dipped in an oil bath. I could feel Allison's breath racing like she had just run up ten flights of stairs. Now she took my protruding cock in her hand, massaged the head for a few seconds, and guided the tip to the entrance to her hot tight little pussy.

I whispered in her ear, "Allison, this may be painful for you. Don't do it if you think it's going to hurt..."

She ignored me -- I felt her rubbing the engorged tip of my cock all around the entrance to her pussy.

With a firm push, I was in. I gently probed -- her sopping wet pussy expanding, and to my utter amazement, almost ¾ of my length sliding into her. She definitely felt tight, but not impossibly so. The heat and wet friction were indescribable.

I also quickly discovered that when making love like this from behind, I could push ‘to the hilt' -- my pelvis slamming against her glorious backside. This seemed to prevent me from penetrating too deeply. We were both so incredibly horny from the dance floor that neither of us lasted long. In less than three minutes, Allison came first in a series of wild bucks and wailing moans that immediately caused me to cum too. As I came, I pumped harder than I ever thought I might dare -- even outside the hatch, the wind whistling past my ears, I could hear the pounding of my belly on her backside. I exploded in her and nearly fainted from the mind-boggling rush.

After closing the hatch and cleaning up with the ‘bar towel', we snuggled on the long plush seat, regaining our breath. Allison explained that her folks were in Europe and she had their place to herself for a month. "Come and stay tonight," she said. I instantly accepted. There was a car phone in the limo -- I called home, and left a message that I was staying at a friend's place for the night.

We pulled up in front of Allison's house. As the limo pulled away and we strolled up to her porch, the memories of an afternoon two years ago came flooding back. Allison was remembering them too.

She gave me a long hug and said, "Eddie, what I want most in the world right now is a shower. It's a big shower, lover, if you catch my drift." I did.

She wasn't exaggerating -- it was big enough for four people, and we stood under the stream of water, washing and gently massaging each other's bodies. There was a bench to one side -- we took turns sitting on it, first me standing in front of Allison. She gently licked and sucked me for almost 10 minutes before I came in a monstrous gush that spilled from her mouth and ran down her chest and my legs. Then I sat and she stood in front of me -- after ten minutes of gentle licking and sucking on her clit, she too collapsed moaning in my lap.

By now the hot water was almost used up -- we had one last quick rinse before it turned ice-cold. Allison gave me a pair of her dad's baggy fleece exercise shorts and pulled on a long tee shirt that came to mid thigh. We wandered through the house, and out onto their back porch. Now 2:00 AM, it was still almost 80 degrees. There was a swing-seat with enough padding and pillows that it was like a chesterfield hanging by chains. A layer of clouds had moved in, obliterating any light from the sky. There were no street lights in the area. Allison turned off the porch light -- it was inky black out here. I could hear her pulling off her tee shirt -- I immediately shucked off my shorts, and we settled on the swing, as naked as the day were were born.

For a half-hour, we just kissed and cuddled. Then Allison faced me and straddled my thighs. "Let's see how long you can last, lover," she whispered. She reached down and rubbed my cock until it was as hard as a baseball bat. She guided the tip into her hot, wet pussy. She eased downwards, the head of my cock slipping inside her. She continued to lower herself, until I was as deeply impaled in her as she could accommodate. The sensation was exquisite. Her buttocks now settled on the tops of my thighs, her arms around my neck, her magnificent breasts against my chest.

I whispered to her, "Allison, I was so afraid that I'd hurt you back in the limo."

She understood what I was saying. "Well Eddie, I told you I've always known we'd be together one day. And I knew from seeing your penis in the ambulance that I'd have to be ready. You're the first guy I've been with, but I've used a large vibrator to make sure I could, ahhh... accommodate you."

With that, she quickly raised and lowered her hips, giving Eddie Jr a few wonderful pumps. He strained upwards, desperate for more. Then she stopped, permitting him to calm down.

We remained like this for a half hour, just moving enough from time to time, to keep Eddie Jr hard. We kissed, talked; kissed some more. If I felt Eddie Jr softening, it just took a few gentle hip movements to bring him back to life, and once again we were still. Having cum twice in the past 2 hours, Eddie Jr seemed perfectly content with this.

Now Allison's legs were cramping. I slipped out of her, and we stretched out in the classic ‘spoon' position -- my front to her back. By gently sliding my cock between her lower buttocks, Allison guided me into her from behind. With a few gentle thrusts, I was again deeply imbedded inside her.

We lay luxuriating in these wonderful sensations and each other's company. We dozed a bit. I awoke noticing a bit of light in the eastern sky. It was raining softly outside the deck and had grown cooler. Allison was sound asleep -- I arose, gently picked her up, and carried her inside. A small nightlight lit the way to her bedroom, where I laid her gently on the bed. I peeled back the covers, climbed in beside her. Resuming the spooning position, Eddie Jr responded to being nestled between those glorious cheeks. With a gentle thrust, he nosed his way between Allison's warm soft buns, into that wonderful wet place. Now partially awake, she groaned gently; I felt her grind backwards into my pelvis. I stopped moving, and a minute later fell asleep with my cock buried deeply in her.

Many hours later, I awoke to sunlight streaming in the window. We had both tossed in our sleep -- I rolled back into the spoon position. My cock was immediately hard as I considered all the wonderful things I might do to awaken Allison.

Now she was stirring, feeling movement behind her. She became aware of a thrusting pressure between her legs; of a hot slippery shaft forcing its way between her thighs, straining against her wet pussy and clit, and she pushed backwards against it.

She lifted the sheet and peered down the length of her body. Just the tip of a cock peaked out, directly below her pussy. Seconds later, an additional 4 inches of wide, hard, glistening-wet cock slid into view. She stared at a minute, fascinated with how wonderful it felt, and imagining what she might do to it over the next half-hour.

"Good morning, Eddie Jr," she purred.

The End