"I'm in a size queen's paradise tonight."I've mostly grown out of my size fetish over the years. It's still a visual turn-on, but I definitely appreci...te a more normal-sized endowment for certain things. Which is kind of a shame, anything that turns you on as much as a big one used to do for me can't be all bad.At eighteen, though, I was definitely a size queen. Jon's cock looked huge even through his briefs, clearly outlined as it lay pointed at his hip. I hadn't seen a truly big one other. "Hello there young man! I've been hired by associates of your Father'sto put on a bit of a show." he said as he offered an envelope to P.J.Opening it, P.J. read it aloud, "Faust's Illusions and Events.Entertainment of a Devilish Nature." More than a little leery of thewhole thing, P.J. looked the guy over before saying, "Uh, okay. Come onin I guess."The outlandishly dressed man followed P.J. down the hall and into therec-room. Everyone there stopped talking and focused on the strange. Relative poverty aside, my friends and I had a good time. The presence ofhalf a dozen of the nation's finest academic institutions in or aroundCambridge, and the more than one hundred thousand or so undergraduatesattending, makes the city and its surrounds an unusual hotbed of youthfulsexual tension. The party scene was hot. In the mid-90's geeks weresuddenly almost cool. It seemed as though everyone (except me) wasworking for startups, or knew people who were. Even undergrads were beingpoached. Quite a few of my friends and family from England visited as you would expect, amongst them were a number of ex-lovers who were more than happy to have an inexpensive holiday and get reacquainted with an old frame. The first bit of fun that came out of the blue (instead of planned or expected) was with a French lady who was staying for two weeks. She had brought her own bike and spent her days, as far as I could tell, cycling, swimming and sunbathing. She was fit, that was for sure. A couple of.