I've always had an unusually large penis.
It's not anything I brag about or take pride in. It's just what it is.
Growing up I heard all the jokes and had several nicknames, most given in fun and jest. Very few people were mean spirited about it. And it's not like it helped me to become some ladies man. I wasn't getting any more pussy than my friends, and some of them were getting more.
I was an athlete in school. I loved playing football. I was pretty fast for a white boy, at least that's what Coach always told me. I attended a predominently African-American school and Coach was always telling me I played fast and loose, with the natural rhythm of a black kid. He said most white kids were kind of stiff. I don't know about that. For one thing, I didn't know any other white kids (except my siblings, and none of them played sports).
My junior year we defied expectations and were in the playoff hunt toward the end of the season. We really needed to win the game against our cross county rivals. That was the game I took a shot to my kidneys. A guy speared me helmet to lower back, and I wasn't adequately protected. It didn't really hurt at first. We won the game, but 24 hours later I was puking bile and pissing blood.
I'd end up staying in the hospital a week and a half while my badly bruised kidneys were treated and observed.
I was in a spooky old Catholic run hospital. The room was cold all the time and at night sometimes I'd wake up and people would just be in my room. There was one particular priest who would come in and just stand at the foot of the bed staring at me. I called him the vampire because the dude had coal black eyes. I mean, I literally could not see the whites and he scared the shit out of me. Usually once he sensed I was awake, he'd smile and walk out without saying a word.
Then there was Lupe, a chubby Hispanic lab tech. He'd come from blood. I guess he really was a "vampire", but he was cool. The guy could draw blood so easy you never even felt it.
My favorite night visitor was Elle. She was a Brit and had a really sexy English accent. She had just graduated from the local university with a degree in nursing. She was tall, slender, brunette and young enough to be a gamer when off duty. We spent hours over my stay in hospital talking games. Apparently she was pretty bad ass at Call of Duty.
But that wasn't why Elle was my favorite visitor. Very early on in my stay, I'd woken up to find her looking under my covers and hospital gown. Tanya, the chubby strawberry-blonde desk nurse was with her, grinning.
"Wow," Tanya whispered. "You weren't kidding."
"I honestly don't think I've seen bigger," Elle said. "This kid's a freak of nature."
They giggled, then stiffled themselves.
"Maybe he's Jewish," Tanya considered.
"I'm Irish with a little German on my father's side," I yawned. At the sound of my voice, Elle threw down my gown and blanket and both women started.
As they stammered apologies and looked from one to another as if saying "Oh shit we're fired" I laughed and told them to relax. I wasn't going to say a word. I didn't mind.
Tanya and Elle both visibly relaxed, and Tanya excused herself to go back to the desk before she was missed. Elle said she had to go too, but I asked her to come back later so we could talk games or something. I was having trouble sleeping and wanted company.
Elle came back a couple of hours later.
"How are you feeling??" She asked.
"Lower back is sore," I said.
"That's to be expected."
"Other than that," I sat up, wincing slightly. "A little horny. But that's your fault."
"My fault?? " She put a hand to her chest. "How so??"
"Earlier," I reminded her. "Totally your fault."
She apologized again. I told her it wasn't necessary, again.
"Would be nice if you helped me out though," I said.
"How do you propose I do that??" She asked.
"Handjob would be nice," I shrugged.
She shook her out and said that would be out of the question, then she told me she'd get me something for pain and left. I frowned and stared out at the night sky. It was slowly starting to lighten as dawn approached.
When Elle came back, she handed me a pain capsule. "Take this. And I've had a change of heart."
"About??" I swallowed the capsule with some water.
"It would be rude of me to just leave you in your present state of affairs," the ghost of a smile touched the corners of her mouth. "Therefore, I shall take measures to rectify the situation."
"Handjob??" I smiled.
She scooted the one chair in the room up beside the bed and sat down. Next she pulled the covers and my gown aside and took a wrapped condom out of her uniform pocket. This she unwrapped and expertly applied to my semi-flaccid, but quickly hardening member. Once properly sheathed, she squirted some sort of lubricant into the palm of her right hand and them rubbed her hands together, slathering it around. Finally she nodded. "Lay back. Enjoy it. This only happens once."
What followed was the best handjob I'd ever had (ok, the only one I'd ever had to that point - but still, man of man). She started off slow, firm and gentle but increased both the speed of her stroking and the firmness of her grip at a regular pace, until by the time I blew my load, she was practically pounding my cock. I arched my back and grit my teeth and groaned as I came. When I finished, I dropped back down slightly onto my bed and sighed.
Elle smiled. "Was that good for you??"
I could only nod.
She cleaned me up and threw away the evidence of our personal time, then told me goodbye for now. Her shift was ending and she was going home.
Later on that day, I was surprised by a visit from Tanya. She was in her civilian clothes and brought me a stuffed bear wearing a football helmet.
"Just wanted to say sorry again about, well," she shrugged. "You know."
"It's fine," I told her and took the bear. "Stay a minute??"
She sat down. She was about my mom's age. Chubby, thick glasses, real nice tits though.
We talked a little and eventually the conversation got around to that morning and we laughed. "It was a little rude of you two to get me excited and then just leave," I told her.
She laughed. "Me, excite you?? Pshh, I'm old enough to be your mom."
"You aren't my mom though," I reminded her.
She blushed a little and smiled.
"You could always make it up to me," I said.
She shook her head. "I'd lose my job and probably go to jail to boot."
"Not if nobody knew," I said. "I'm not telling."
She considered. "Well, there is a 20 minute gap coming up in..., " she looked at the wall clock. "Well now, actually. Nobody should come in unless your expecting company."
"Not me," I said. My family had already visited.
Tanya stood up and pulled the privacy curtain all around. It wasn't necessary I had the room to myself. Then she moved aside my cover and gown and started stroking my cock. When it was hard and erect, she went down on me. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the blowjob. I could feel her tongue slipping and sliding all around me. In no time, she excited me into orgasm and I blew in her mouth. She swallowed, then covered me back up.
"We've got a few more minutes," she smiled. "Want to play with my tits??"
I nodded. She unbuttoned her blouse and walked up close beside the bed. I reached out and groped between her legs first. She let me squeeze and rub there for a minute, then leaned forward and let me fondle her huge tits.
Then, all too soon she raised back up. "Time, sport."
I frowned and she laughed. "Don't look so heartbroken. I'll be back. You want me to come back??"
"Absolutely.&quo t;
And so she did. Visiting me everyday, the rest of my stay. It kind of killed things with Elle and me though. She seemed kind of pissy toward me after Tanya's second or third visit, and when I asked her to come by to talk games with me she just said "Why don't you ask Tanya about games?? I'm busy." Ok then, I thought.
I never saw either of them again after being released.