It seemed like it was overnight that my cock grew to the size of a large banana. My balls grew to the size of tangerines, and there was a lot of fruit...salad going on down there if you get my meaning. It seemed like I had a hard on all of the time. It was explained to me by my father that all of the men in my family are hung like that. I was getting a reputation in the neighborhood for being a tough guy who could get things done. As far as the ladies are concerned, they like a guy who is a. You'll be living the life of a cool little East Memphis socialite from now on." Please. Don't talk about it while I eat."I sat and chewed and tried to think of something else to say. But the only thing I could think about was that Martha Jane would not be in that college forever. She would be teaching one day, perhaps far away. I knew better than to bring up that subject. In fact, everything that I could think of as material for discussion somehow led to the fact that the one person in whom I. It was a shitty movie, but for a bunch of guys who had in lingerie catalogs their best jerk off material it was really hot. For quite a while no one said anything as the girl in the movie sucked the guy off. I felt my cock harden beneath my pants but like everyone else I was too shy even to caress it on the outside, so I just continued watching the movie. I could tell that everyone was like me, with bulges in their pants but not doing anything about it. That first time all we did was talk and. “Hello. I’m Rebecca. Mr. Carter told me I’d find you here.”“Yes, Nathaniel has graciously offered me the use of his home the the night. He won't be back until tomorrow, so we won't be disturbed.”The few candles in the room and a low fire burning in the hearth provided only enough light for Becca to make out the slim figure of woman sitting at a desk under a window on the far side of the room. By the deeper timbre of her voice, Becca guessed she was in her forties. Her silhouette, partially.