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The following is another true story that happened to me. This time I'll change the name. Let's call him Brad.
Once upon a time I had a 18 year old assistant named Brad (and yes, he was 18). Now Brad was a great kid. Mannered, funny, very helpful, and genetically build like a brick house. This kid never worked out in a gym, but was sheer muscle. Brad also lived alone (his parents had several homes). They would live in NYC, while Brad was left alone in this house so he could attend a better, Non-NYC, school.
One winter there was a blizzard. The snow had forced the closure of all my routes home. I had considered staying in the one local hotel, although the idea didn't appeal to me. It wasn't a nice hotel (roaches).
Brad offered that I could stay at his house. I kindly accepted. When I arrived at his house, I found it cleaned up, surprising for a 18 year old living alone. I found myself the couch in the living room and Brad brought me a blanket and a pillow. I was thrilled just to have a place to sleep, and prepare the couch to be my bed for the evening.
With that he went upstairs to his room, and I stripped down to my boxer briefs to go to bed. The stay over wasn't planned, so I didn't have an overnight bag.
After a few minutes, Brad came back down stairs to check on the rest of the house before he went to sleep. He was wearing nothing but a pair of red shorts, and they were tight on him. The shorts had short legs... not like gym shorts, more like the shorts muscle builders would wear. Similar to boxer briefs.
Now I knew that Brad was well built. But seeing his body like that, I could not imagine how he managed such muscle. Again, the kid never worked out... but his arms were big, his pecs were perfectly formed, well defined abs, and legs the size of tree trucks. And almost perfectly smooth, no shaving required. Truly impressive.
He sat down next to me and just sort of waited, checking to see if I wanted to start a conversation. Brad had worked for me just over a year. He knew that I enjoyed having him around. He was a hard worker, hard to find in this day and age. We had chatted before, normally about work... and we had spent some time hiking on our off hours.
At the time, I was working out in a gym so I commented on his muscle. The conversation continued on the topic of body building. He would stop chatting every now and then to show off his muscles, flexing this and that. Then we go back... chatting about different muscle. pecs, arms. legs, etc. Each time he'd flex that part.
I commented about how he must have been a lady killer in school. With that comment, the look on his face changed. The smile was replaced by a combination of sadness and embarrassment. He asked me if he could talk about something personal. I said sure. With a red face filled with self doubt. he told me that he had never had a girlfriend. In fact, the girls tended to stay away from him. I was shocked. This kid was a girl's dream.
I asked why, and he said "I don't think my penis is normal". Now I'm thinking he is dis-formed. Being the nice guy, I said "well, everyone is different". He said "I think it the wrong size". I'm thinking the kid thinks he had a small cock, and he is self-conscience. He stands up and faces me... now his shorts are showing a bulge. Through the fabric you can see the outline of a cock, 6 to 7 inches. I smile at him. Laughing I say "Kid, thats a perfectly normal size hard cock, you have nothing to worry about". He grins in return, then says "Its not hard".
Surprised, I ask how big does it get. What happened next surprised me. Yep, he took off his shorts. Sat down next to me and started stroking. And his penis started to grow, and grow, and grow. He told me when he was fully hard, and asked if I thought it was a normal size. I said "No, definitely not normal". I asked if he had a tape measure (he didn't), so I asked for some strings and a ruler. We set out to measure his monster ... 18yrs old.. 10 x 8 cut. I laughed and said he should be in porn.
Girls wouldn't suck him, and they certainly weren't going to let him fuck them. He was just too big. I felt sorry for the kid. I asked if any had ever given him a hand job... he said no. When he strokes himself it takes 30 minutes to cum. I told him that seemed like a long time. To prove me wrong, he started stroking. His cock was so large he couldn't wrap his fingers around it. I sat there quietly for the whole 27 minutes. He only thrust twice... never making so much as a moan. Cum started shooting up on his chest. At this point, his cock was a little bigger, but we didn't take a rock hard measurement.
Sitting there on the couch, cum on his chest and still oozing from his cock, he turned to me and said "what do I do".
I smiled and said someday you're going to find a girl willing to take it. (I should also note that we did try putting a condom on it... extremely tight fit, even for large size, and it made him uncomfortable. What ever girl was going to take it, she'd need her own protection). He smiled back, not so much happy about finding a girl, but I think happy he finally found someone to talk to.
He got up, went to the kitchen and cleaned the cum up with a paper towel. Said "Good night", and up the stairs he went.
In the next few months, he formed a bond with me. And he would later comment that he was happy I never touched him, just let him show me and jerk off in front of me. He said that solidified his trust in me. (sometimes you have to know what not to do). He'd talk to me at work about girls he liked. 3 months after that snow storm, he came in my office with a big grin and said he lost his virginity the night before. I wasn't anything special (sex in a jeep), and he knew the girl didn't want to date him, just fuck him. But he was happy. And I was happy he was happy.
Today, Brad is married, with kids. And still not doing porn.
