Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2005 20:49:08 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Star is Porn

A star is porn...I mean born

The following is a totally fictitious account of the adventures of a
ridiculously over endowed young man who seeks to find a place for himself
and his ever present sidekick, or sidecock.  It explores no great social
issues intentionally and is meant only to provide some inspiration for some
singular fun, so enjoy, unless you're underage in which case leave and come
back when you're old enough.


Harold was never more glad then when his last day of high school came to an
end.  He had already made arrangements to spend at least the summer house
sitting for an elderly aunt who had to make a lengthy stay in a rehab
facility to recover from some serious surgery.  Although he was only
eighteen his parents felt he was mature enough to handle the situation.
Actually, his apparent maturity derived from the fact that he was never
invited to parties, never had a party since he figured no one would show
up, and wasn't popular enough to have attracted any girls.  The girl issue
was a sensitive one because Harold was hit with a double whammy.  He was,
to be honest, a pretty geeky looking boy with too much height, too little
weight, bad hair and until a few months ago, bad skin.  The other thing he
had was, to his way of thinking, far too much cock.  Bigger isn't always
better, at least not in his experience.  Since the first time he had to
drop trou in a gym locker room he was aware he was not like the other guys.
And it only got worse as he got older.  Today he possessed, at full staff,
fifteen inches of beer can sized cock.  He had long ago given up on briefs
and wore boxers and the baggiest pants he could find.  It did keep him in
fashion so to speak, but the rest of his appearance weighed against him.
Those girls who didn't mind his looks were scared off by his `reputation'
whereas those that might have found his equipment of interest weren't
interested in his geekiness.

So on this warm sunny June afternoon he walked up to the nearest trash can,
dumped the contents of his battered backpack into it and headed for his
car.  It was already packed and in minutes he was on the road and on his
way to a summer of freedom.  His aunt's house was located in a small
community in the San Fernando Valley and would take him around four hours
driving to reach.  Besides several bags of clothes, some food and laundry
stuff, he had his `special' bag.  He planned to make extensive use of its
contents this summer as it contained his collection of stroke magazines and
videos, several selections of jack off lube and a new item he acquired, one
of those fake blowjob toys.  He was looking forward to being able to walk
around the house naked and stroking off whenever he felt like it.  Because
even if it made him the butt of many jokes, he really loved taking his
massive cock in both hands and stroking till he blew a huge load, often
directed into his open mouth.  He had even begun to experiment with
fellating himself and wanted to explore this even more.

Right on schedule he rolled into the driveway of his aunt's house.  It was
a modest ranch with a nice yard in a decent working class neighborhood.
His job was to keep an eye on the place, maintain the yard, keep the inside
clean and make sure all was in order when his aunt returned in a couple of
months.  The neighbors had been alerted that he would be there and since he
had visited at least once a year for as long as he remembered he was
passingly acquainted with those on both sides.  Within fifteen minutes he
had lugged all his stuff into the house and proceeded to settle in.  He
would stay in the guest bedroom and dumped all his bags in there.  The
first step was to take a shower since his car had no working A/C.  Not to
mention he was horny as hell and the shower was a prime place to bring his
monster to life and let it roar.  He stripped down in the bedroom then
walked naked down the hall, his still soft cock swaying with his steps.
Even flaccid his cock was longer then most were hard, about seven and a
half inches.  His balls were likewise large and full and hung low, the
bottom of the bag almost even with the tip of his soft dick.  His aunt's
shower was ideal for what he had in mind.  Due to her frailty the shower
was set up with a small bench like protrusion opposite the main shower
head, plus several small heads in the wall.  It had a full glass enclosure.
Harold had brought his shower kit in with him and put his shampoo and soap
in the shower stall and his shaving stuff on the vanity.  Since his skin
cleared up he didn't mind shaving but he thought he would take the summer
to experiment with some face hair.

He turned on the water and let it get hot and stepped in.  He washed his
hair and then used the soap to lather up his body paying particular
attention to his cock and balls.  The former began to grow in appreciation
of the attention it was receiving.  Harold rinsed off and then sat back on
the bench adding soap to his cock and using the lather as lubricant.  Soon
he had to bring both hands into play to handle the huge mass of flesh.  One
of his favorite techniques was to lean back, laying his cock along his
stomach and chest and running his palm flat along the bottom while his
other hand fondled his balls.  He let his cock fall away from his body.
His cock was simply to heavy and large to stay upright when hard and if
left to its own would arch out away from his body.  He let the water run
over it, rinsing and stimulating at the same time.  Figuring now was as
good a time as any he took the massive shaft in his hand and bent forward
bringing the head to his lips.  He liked the way the big spongy head felt
on his lips and he let his tongue flick out and around it.  Letting his
slim torso fold forward some more he found his could get the head and about
three inches of the thick shaft in his mouth.  This was more then enough
for now and he reveled in the feel and taste of it.  He continued to stroke
with both hands and in less time than he usually required he felt his balls
pull up tighter to his body.  Continuing in the exploratory mode, he kept
his lips clamped firmly around the base of the head and waited until he
felt his cock jerk and the first heavy stream of cum strike the roof of his
mouth.  This was followed by two more and then he had to pull off as he
choked a little on the thick cream.  The last three streams shot upward and
arced back to land on his chest and stomach.  As his orgasm subsided he
slumped back, letting the water run over his slimy cock head.  He stood up
on weakened legs to rinse his chest, stomach and face.  This was going to
be a good summer he thought.  The feel of his cock head in his mouth
started a train of thought rolling that brought him to some interesting
possibilities, but first and foremost was some food.

He left the shower stall and dried off.  Feeling a little giddy with the
freedom of being the only one home he stayed naked and headed for the
kitchen.  With the help of the neighbors and an account opened with a local
grocery store, the refrigerator had been stocked as well as the pantry
closet.  He noticed that the windows all had blinds that had been pulled
down which afforded him a lot of privacy.  He made a quick dinner and then
headed for the living room.  His `special' bag was there and he pulled out
his favorite porn video that featured guys with big dicks doing all kinds
of things with young large breasted woman.  It was always a source of
satisfaction for him that he never saw a guy with a cock bigger than his in
any of his videos.  This always helped him get through those times when he
felt nature had played a huge, pardon the pun, joke on him. He pulled out
some lube and settled in for a nice long jerk off session, now that the
edge was off.

He had been watching and stroking for over half and hour when there was a
knock at the front door.

"Shit," he said in a low voice.

"Just a minute," he yelled.

He dashed into the bedroom, pulled a pair of baggie sweat pants out of a
bag, and a Velcro strap.  He pushed his still hard and slick dick along
side one leg and used the strap to hold it down and then pulled on the
pants.  They were baggie enough to keep his massive erection hidden as long
as he didn't step the wrong way.  He then shuffled to the front door and
saw one of the neighbors standing on the front steps.  He pulled the door
open, using it to shield himself.

"Sorry, I was just getting out of the shower."

The neighbor, a man in his late thirties, flicked his eyes up to Harold's
still wet hair and nodded slightly.

"I just came over to see if you were all settled in and to return your
Aunt's extra house key," the man said.

Harold reached around with his bare arm and took the key.

"Thanks, yeah, everything is okay, plenty of food and all."

"Okay, well I'm Bill, and I'm next door on the right, you need anything,
give a yell.  I work from home so I'm usually around."

"Great thanks."

Bill nodded and went back down the stairs and crossed the lawn to his home.
Harold shut the door and went back over to his seat.  Fortunately the TV
wasn't visible from the door and he had turned the sound down.  Once his
heart slowed down he slipped his pants off and freed his somewhat softened
dick from its mooring. He thought a minute and decided to switch tapes,
selecting one that featured a series of young well hung men in solo jerking
off action.  Soon he was as hard as they and as usual, quite a bit bigger
then the hunky stars.  Two stars had reached sticky cumshots before Harold
felt himself start to tense up.  For the second time that evening he leaned
forward and slipped the head in his mouth just in time to catch the first
stream of cum.  Determined to catch it all, he swallowed quickly and caught
the next and then the third in rapid succession.  The last two filled his
mouth and he let it run back down his turgid shaft.  Grabbing some napkins
from the lamp table he stopped the stream from running down onto his balls
and the chair.  He leaned back in the chair and noticed that the tape was
ending.  He had never seen it all the way through and something caught his
eye.  A trailer played after the last scene which read,

"The producers of this film invite any well hung young men interested in
appearing in future productions in this series to contact us at the address
below."

The address was for a town not ten miles from where Harold was staying.  He
leaned back in the chair cleaning the lube and cum off his slowly
diminishing shaft and thought about more possibilities for the summer.

To be continued.