In high school, Jeff got the nickname of Stallion, not because he was particularly attractive, even though he certainly was, but because of a particular feature that us guys saw while in the locker room. The fucker was extremely hung. Had to be at least ten to twelve inches and the fucker was thick as well. Since we came from a rural area, it was second nature to compare it to a horse. Some of the horses lost.
You’d think having a cock like that would put him at the top of his game, but it in fact did just the opposite. He was certain that once a girl saw how big it was she’d go running in fear and tell everyone what a freak he was, so he tried to blend into the background. It was of course hot on the gossip vine as soon as someone told their girlfriend about this huge dick roaming the halls of Lincoln High.
It was Laura Connor who actually managed to convince Jeff to let her see and play with it. When she finally convinced him to fuck her, it changed our buddy for life. When he discovered just how much he wasn’t a freak, but rather a commodity to be used, he changed literally over night.
Once he shagged Laura, she told her girlfriends and by the end of school, Jeff had become a stud to reckon with. We guys all felt jealous of his luck but were just thankful that none of us were seeing anyone who might be tempted to try out the stallion.
A group of us went off to college at various schools including Jeff. I had no doubt that he was scoring like a maniac once his manhood was confirmed. As for me, I was busy with my own issues. I had declared my major of physical therapy while at the same time declaring myself gay. I felt free for the first time and I loved it.
Didn’t take too long before I met Robert and we hit it off together. Over the next three years we grew together and learned each other’s quirks and likes. It was great and by the time we graduated, we had decided to settle down back in my hometown area so we could be watching over my folks, since his had already passed.
We both found good jobs in our fields, I went to work for the local hospital working rehab and Robert took over a coffee shop his uncle owned. He was just waiting for Robert to graduate so he could retire and move to the Gulf.
I reconnected with my old buddies and we would gather every so often, drink beers and reminisce over good times. Of course Jeff would come up every so often as we still wanted to have his problem as our own. There was much conjecture as to what became of him and someone mentioned that he managed a gym downtown. Then he turned to me and said that I’d appreciate this, our well hung buddy turned out to be bi. He’s been screwing anything that catches his eye.
Oh fuck, just what I need… competition. Everyone laughed but secretly it was what they were thinking. Well a least I’ve already got my man. Robert is, if nothing else, devoted to me.
The guys all gave me a hard time over that statement and said that anyone who sees that member would be tempted by it. Hell, I was tempted by it. We all looked at Jake as he said this and he quickly added that he never acted though…
We all gave him grief about that admission, but it left me wondering just how much truth was in that statement. I let it go along with many other things we shared while drinking. In fact, it was forgotten right up to the moment when my receptionist informed me that my three thirty appointment was ready in room 3. I flipped open the chart to see Jeff’s name across the top.
I was reading the prior info as I entered the exam room to find my old class mate seated on the table with a smile on his face. I saw his face and found myself transported back a few years to high school. I almost embarrassed myself by calling him Stallion instead of Jeff, but I caught myself in the Nick of time. He looked well even though he was a bit fuller around his midriff.
I chatted a few minutes with him catching up and he was definitely full of himself by the way he seemed to think he was a gift to the community. It seems he had blossomed into a fuck object and it did wonders for his self morale.
He told me how he’d pulled something in his crotch while cleaning up at the gym and needed some sort of help as it was very difficult walking or perching on stools. I did a cursory exam and then a full on exam of his groin. Oh fuck, there it was. Just as big as I remembered and those bull balls blocking his legs from connecting. I prodded along tendons until I found the area affected. Jeff added that any more touching and I had to get a permission slip before chuckling.
I recognized a deep groin pull and suggested deep heated therapy followed by massage of the muscles to increase healing. He asked if I did that here and I conceded that I was licensed to do so. He then set up weekly visits for the next few weeks before limping out of the office.
Once he’d left, my nurse came forward showing me that he’d left his phone behind. I told her I’d return it to him two days from now when he returned for his first session.
That night, as I told the guys about Jeff coming to see me, the first question was did I see it? I replied that of course I had and it somehow looked bigger. The general consensus was that was impossible. I told them I was sure of it. Then I told them he was coming in for therapy and that he was so excited that he forgot his phone when he left.
You mean you’ve got his phone?
Yes, that is what that means. I’m going to return on Thursday when I see him.
I bet there’s a pic of his huge dong on it. It’s probably hard too!
It would be highly unprofessional for me to examine it, guys. I could get my license in a lot of trouble.
Fred then suggested that I should do it to verify it’s his. You never know for sure. And if you happen to see something…
You guys are terrible. All right, I’ll look, but you’re all coming with me. I don’t sink alone! So the guys rode with me to my dark office where I let them in the front door.
As we gathered in my office I unlocked the top desk drawer and retracted the phone. It showed a picture of the gym on the front screen as I slid my thumb over the image and it was replaced with Jeff’s smiling face.
“Well that answers that question. We can put it away.”
The room erupted in chaos as the guys demanded to see his photos. I chuckled to myself at their own actions as I slid over a flower, which gave way to a couple folders marked paint and swall before a bunch of pics. About six in, was the bingo prize they all wanted to see. It was Jeff standing in front of a wash machine with his hand gripping that famous cock around the base as it stood large and in charge from his crotch. It was worth seeing. Jake pulled his own camera out and snapped a pic of the pic. The guys all made him swear to send the pic to them as well. Well at least they weren’t dumb enough to leave an email trail by sending it from Jeff’s phone.
They urged me to thumb through the rest, but nothing else. Guess he used that one to snag dates online. I was about to close the phone up when someone asked about the two files?
I ran my thumb over the paint file icon and there were a bunch of pics of naked women and guys smiling. Well now this is interesting. There were several ladies we went to school with a long with a few jocks as well. Guess you never can tell. Underneath each picture were the letters lh, bh, and nh. No definition. When I saw Tom Sears I gasped as I’d secretly crushed on him through high school. He looked good waving his six incher at the camera.
There were also several older folks as well, including a well respected cop who batted for both teams too.
I thumbed back out of the folder and without thinking hit the swall file. As the much larger group of pics downloaded I suddenly realized what the names meant. Paint for painted their faces and swall for swallowed my load. Jeff was a lot more organized than I ever gave him credit for.
As the pics visualized, I saw a lot more of our former classmates. And these were heavily tilted to the male population. Again the strange markings underneath the pics of lh, bh, and nh. There were quite a few more jocks here as well as most of the coaching staff. I guess it must be true about everyone being at least bi curious.
As I scrolled through five years worth of pics I just sat amazed by the sheer number of people who tasted this guy’s jizz. Towards the end I saw something that made me stop cold in my tracks. There was a pic of Robert smiling as he handled his familiar seven inch cock and the new purple butt plug he recently got online. I stared at it as I read the letters nh under his photo. There were a few after him and I recognized the one as Tammy, his head barista in the mornings. She had a lh under hers.
I was visibly shaken and aroused but I think everyone else was too. I think we were all glad that our pics weren’t up there, even though I think a couple wanted to. I scrolled it back to the start page and placed it back in my drawer before locking things up for the night.
I was a little upset that I saw Robert in there, but until I knew for sure, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. I went home and turned in for the night. All night I dreamt of Robert telling me that no one was allowed to fuck him unless they could match Daddy Jeff.
Thursday couldn’t come quick enough as I readied myself to face Jeff. When I came into the exam room I had his phone in the pocket of my lab coat. I pulled it out and saw his eyes light up as he said he didn’t know where he had left it. I was so many places Tuesday. I’m such a clutterhead.
With that I knew he was conning me. I saw how organized he kept his files on that phone. One thing he was not, was sloppy. He thumbed really quickly before looking up and grinning. Then he asked me how I liked his pics. The security app tells me it was opened.
I stammered as I was caught unprepared. I tried to act like he was mistaken but he then showed where the phone was opened Tuesday night at 8:17.
I said,“ but how would you know that I looked at the pics?” He grinned as he told me I had just given myself away.
I wanted to slap my forehead as I realized I should learn to keep my mouth shut. Then I thought that applies to quite a few residents of this city as well thinking about all the pics in his phone.
Realizing I was caught, I said I think I understood the paint versus swall labels, some finished with cum on their faces others with it in their mouths, but what about the lh, bh, and nh?
He just grinned as he looked up from his phone. You always were smart, Deke. I admired you for that. That and the fact you had the nerve to come out and still return to this backwater redneck town.
As you can see there are lots of guys who are just like you only not strong enough to stand up for themselves. What you don’t know is that quite a few have had that notation under their pic changed. It’s my way of remembering who can give decent head. Bh stands for both hands, lh stands for left hand, and nh, I interrupted with no hands?
Jeff chuckled as he appreciated my input. Yes indeed. You see my dick is rather tall and I start out holding with both hands while the person gives the top three inches a good licking and sucking. Usually this leads to them going further where I remove my right hand and let them take it further. If they’re really good, they reach the point where I don’t need to hold it at all as my cock plunges down their throat. They get the covered nh, like I believe your boyfriend did.
He looked so sexy with those dark smoldering eyes staring up at me as my club was plummeting towards his gut. In fact he wrapped his strong mocha hands around my ass pulling me in tighter as he felt my balls tighten up on his chin. He hummed as I shot off down his esophagus. I will be looking for his number again. That slut who works with him couldn’t suck worth shit, but she was a fun fuck. All I know is I have a new favorite coffee shop.
Now can we begin my therapy or do you want to try and outdo your man? It’s going to be fucking hard to do, but I’m always willing to let a hungry fag give it a try. No? Afraid you can’t deliver? Can’t be any worse than your dad was when I helped him clean out his basement. He was a lh, but since I didn’t have a pic at the time, I didn’t record it. At least he was a swallower. But then most guys are. Guess they recognize the importance of finishing a task.
