* * * * *The rest is yet fantasy, but we hope the fantasy come true. Maybe he will even see this story on the net, or maybe my naughty wife will write...and tell him about it.* * * * *One Thursday I came home from work, Lene came and kissed me, and she was really happy and cheerful. She told me that she had got a mail from Ali and he would come Friday evening, and stay for the weekend, she said; "I'm so exited, finally I'm going to feel that big cock of his. By the way we have decided, that I. I know things get larger when we are aroused, but there were some really dinky dicks.And then there was Tim. Oh My God! In the 7th grade Tim was already a man. Hairy chest ... shaving every day ... deep voice ... and then there was his Johnson! So that's what I might look like some day down there. Or at least I could hope ... but at least in the shower I was able to look and wonder if mine would ever look like that.In addition to PE and moving from class to class ... there were the girls. It. A soft chime in her headset let her know that Mr. Tyler was ready for this mysterious guest.Relieved, she keyed the intercom and spoke into her headset. "A Mr. Paulus Hooke is here to see you sir"The heavy oak door slid open silently and, without a second glance at the secretary, Hooke walked into Bobby's richly appointed office. His job as a "solo", a hired gun for the rich and immoral, had led him to appreciate the finer things in life. His practiced eye casually appraised the understated. Cynthia looked up when Markentered. Mark could see the Cynthia looking at him as if she had neverseen him before. Cynthia and Mark had been together for 2 years. Inthat time, they had bonded well. Mark, however, had not disclosed hissecret for fear of losing Cynthia."I am sorry. I should have told you from before. I ..." Mark tried tosay, but was interrupted."I don't want to hear anything. You lied to me. You kept this from me.How could you?" Cynthia cried."I ... I am sorry," Mark said.There.