Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
There’s a ripple of laughter around all the men in the pool. “Yeah, I’ve said the exact same thing,” Carson says.
“And me,” Jimmy adds.
I look to Theron and Gabe, who both entered the pool quietly via the steps rather than jumping in like the rest of them. It’s cute that they didn’t want to disrupt our discussion.
“What about you, Theron? When did you realize you were on the upper end when it comes to size?”
“I’m from a Greek family,” he says, as though that explains everything.
“Greeks don’t have the same kind of sensibilities as other nationalities,” Gabe explains. “You got a big dick? That shit’s discussed proudly by your father at every family gathering.”
“Yeah…it’s Thanksgiving and the turkey neck will be compared to your cock size,” Theron holds out his hands in an exaggerated measurement. “It’s Christmas, and the Toblerone is compared to your dick.”
There’s a snigger as the group listens with amusement as Theron and Gabe begin to show their humorous sides. “We’ve got this sausage called Pastourma…you can guess where the conversion goes whenever the family is grilling that on the barbecue.”
“Do they ever talk about anything else?” Stefan jokes.
“Yeah. Mostly about how much weight everyone’s gained or lost. Or about how much money people have or don’t have. And about who’s got the bigger house and the more expensive car.”
“They sound like they’re obsessed with the size of everything,” I say, wishing I could meet Theron and Gabe’s crazy family.
“Kind of.”
I run my hand through the water, splashing some onto my thighs that are getting a little pink from the sun. “Another question,” I say. “How many women have had a problem with your size?”
“I had one relationship that broke down because of it,” Tom says. “She had a general problem with sex, though. I think my big dick was just the last straw.”
“What was the problem?” Oliver asks, with concern lining his expression.
“She’s had some bad experiences in the past. It caused a condition. I tried to help her through it, but it became too much of an issue in her mind. She used to look at my dick with real fear in her eyes.”
“That would be a boner killer.” Jimmy’s usual joking tone is reduced to something softer and more empathetic.
“Yeah,” Tom says sadly. “It was. But there’s more to relationships than sex. I just wanted to make her happy, and I was confident things would have gotten better over time. She just had too much of a hangup about it.”
“I’ve had women ban us from fucking in certain positions because my dick hits too deep,” Gabe says. As he confesses, he cups his fisted right hand in his giant left palm, crunching his knuckles.
“Yeah, doggy can be fucked up,” Jonas says.
“It’s hard to control the depth,” Carson says. “Especially when you’re getting close.”
“And losing control,” Clay adds.
“Exactly,” Jimmy agrees.
And as they talk more about sex and positions, my mind drifts to a place where I don’t have to be sensible and professional. Where my life hasn’t been driven by financial pressure to be successful, and I can relax enough to have experiences like these men, and the women in their tales. My mind becomes filled with forbidden images of them over me and under me and behind me, filling me with cocks so big, they make my eyes water and my body convulse with pleasure.
I might still be a virgin, but I have a vivid imagination.
They fuel my filthy thoughts with their sparkling eyes and tanned skin, their big biceps, and broad chests. They fuel them with their huge hands and abs that stretch like ladders down to places made for sin. They make me think such debauched things that I feel like a hypocrite for being mad at the delivery driver. As I try to fan away a hot flush with my hand, all I can think is thank goodness I’m recording this conversation because I’m so lost in my own fantasies that I’ve missed out on information that could be crucial to building my article. I can only hope my blood-tinged skin doesn’t give it all away.
CARSON
I’m not sure how I’m nominated to cook on the first night we’re together, but that’s what’s happening. My mistake for talking about all things food with Russell after the barbecue feast he prepared for us. My Thai Green curry recipe must have tickled his taste buds enough to mention it to a few others in the group.
As I prepare the ingredients, the air in the kitchen is filled with anticipation. Allie is pretending not to watch me, her attention focused on her phone, but I feel her gaze drifting over every so often. She is an intriguing mix of confident and tentative. It’s like she has belief in herself up until the point she hears the whisper of doubt in her ears. In truth, she reminds me a little of myself.