6'10", 220#, hung, masculine gay man:

I'm a 51yo, 6'10", 220#, good looking, masculine, deep voiced, gay man with a really big cock. I wear boxers so my cock hangs down my left pants leg; its obvious I am hung. Since I was a teenager I've attracted men and women. I've been with some women, but only when a male is present, otherwise I can't get hard.
I grew up in a mid sized town in the south west in a very, very strict and religious family who believed your going to hell for almost anything; I was not allowed to participate in Phs. Ed. Classes at school based on my parents (mother's) religious objections.
I was always taller than guys my age, developed body hair at 11 and was shaving before guys my age.
At 13 my dad took me to the local grocery store where they shopped and told the owner I wanted to work Saturdays (the store was closed on Sundays). After my permit was received from the state I began stocking shelves and loved it. I was accustomed to people seeing my cock hang a little down my leg and knew men and women would stare sometimes. I am a good looking man and was bothered that people didn't see the real men, or even my height, for staring at my crotch. While stocking we wore short black aprons with pockets similar to a carpenters work belt. One Saturday evening just before the store closed, I was taking out a man's groceries. When I put the last paper bag into his Mercedes trunk he leaned in beside me and handed me $20.00 bill. I was shocked, and about to tell him he need to get change, when I saw a piece of paper with a phone number. And in a deep voice he said, "Son, when you turn 18 give me a call there's a lot more where that came from. I like what I see hanging down your leg." Hell, I didn't make that amount of money all day long. That was the first time an adult had propositioned me, but not me last. Later a women hit on me as she slipped $2.00 in my hand and reached for me cock as I was bent over her trunk.
When I was 14 I went to work at a local productions plant on a mini-shift: 4-8PM and 8 hours on Saturday. As long as my grades remained "B" I could work and I did. At 16 I was working 30 to 60 hours a week on the evening shift and weekend production lines. Now, I had my own car and was given freedom, thanks to my dad, who went along with mom's fanaticism. Dad told me later, it was easier to give into her than fight. However, he was a wise man who knew I was hung and would deal with being "eye candy" and "bait for horny folks" and he intended me to have some freedoms my 2 older sisters were denied.
The man who supervised the Mini Shift was 40ish, divorced, lived with a g/f in a mobile home park but his license had been suspended for 4 years due to wreck less driving. The summer I turned 16 I worked 40 to 60 hours a week and became his taxi to and from work since he lived on my route home. One night after our shift ended we went into town to eat. It was my first time at that restaurant and as we were eating he began to point out the gay guys coming in after the gay bar closed midnight; it was their hang out restaurant all the time, and the surrounding blocks was their cruise area. After a few weeks of us eating there on Friday Nights and him talking to some of the gay guys I figured he was bi and I was correct. Driving him home another night (2am in the morning),for the first time in almost a year, he mentioned my dick hanging down my pants leg. Then he asked how big it was, how often did I jerk off, had I ever been in a pussy that couldn't take it all. I am just as masculine as any jock dude, but I am gay and he had no idea. I am getting hard the dash board lights were reflecting on my rising cock, and he was a looking. Then he said, "damn man it hangs half way to your knee. You know there are gay and bi men who would pay some major green backs for a few minutes with your cock." That is when he offered to pimp me for a percentage. I told him I preferred to earn my money the old fashioned way. It was some time before he mentioned me cock again only this time he asked to see it. I unzipped my pants and hauled it out. Then he wanted to see it hard, then touch it. He was sucking my cock as I passed the road to his mobile home park giving him time to work it good.
When I went for my yearly physical for work, when the doctor told me to drop my boxers and he saw my cock he said, "DAMN, son. I bet you have women standing in line... and a few men too." He reached for my cock with his left hand and my ball with his right and by the time he finished with me left testicle I was semi in his hand. While he was completing me work physical form he said, "you could become a wealthy man in the porn industry." I told him I had never see a porn movie and he said, "I watch porn all the and your bigger than any cock I ever seen. Your going to be some woman's dream come true. or worst nightmare. Not to mention a treat for some men too."
The more I thought about what I keeps hearing the more I was craving dick myself. I was either in school, studying, working or in church. I beat off al the time so my contacts were limited. I was 18, a Senior in high school with not friends, but always getting hit on my the girls. I turned them down over and over on religious principals but was wanting more.
During my Senior years I drove 100 miles from home to a store which specialized in tall men's suits. My first solo trip out of town, so I was excited. The man who waited on me was tall, handsome, 40ish, and wore a wedding band. There were a few others in the store but they were busy. When I came out of the dressing room to the stage with the mirrors he was waiting to mark my hems. Looking up at my waist to make sure they were the tight height, he looked told me to spread my legs for an inseam measurement and he said, "I know your dress on the left side... I saw it hanging as you walked in the door." For the first time in my life, probably because I was out of town, I said, "yep, not many places you can hid an 12 incher." He looked up at me with his moth wide open and said, "that is impressive. Most people think all tall men are hung and that's incorrect. one of the smallest cocks I ever seen was on a man your height." I said, "which side did he dress on?" and laughed. he said the front and no one knew it. But there is one man who is 8 inches soft and looked like a sock in his jockeys." he turned me to my back to check the ass and said, "in my business I put my hands right between their legs and have brushed a lot of cocks and some even get hard." I was brave and said, "when I get hard I have to beat off." I left his store at closing time with 2 new suits at no cost. I set on the stage in the dressing room and he rode my cock as we looked into the 3 way mirror and I was in heaven.
That Christmas I received a nice silk tie as a gift and a note that the Spring line would be arriving in late January. My parents had no clue it was more than a gift from a store where I spent (ha ha) several hundred dollars on 2 suits and accessories. I went back to his store but this time stayed over night at a nearby hotel where he stopped on his way home to his wife. I came home with 2 more new suits, accessories, dress slacks, shirts and a bogus receipt to show my parents. During this visit he asked if I would be interested in meeting a married attorney friend, and I did and he paid me more for 3 hours than I made in 3 days.
I graduated high school and moved to that town to attend college working part time at another production plant and made myself available for a number of married men, and a wealthy masculine gay man. One of my friends learned I wanted to move to the west coast after graduation so he referred me to a married friend there. I moved west leaving behind some friends who I loved, for a lot more than they gave me, as many times there was no exchange of anything other than passion and lust.
At 35 I owned 11 investment properties thanks a good education, a good job, the sound advise, and gifts, for some wonderfully intelligent, successful, wealthy married, divorced and masculine men. I haven't accepted a dime for my services in over 30 years and my friends who gave to me when I needed it, had/have a free ride the rest of their lives and it's my joy to return the favor. I've never had a partner, wanted a partner, or been an active part of the gay community. I am still a good looking, masculine businessman with a long dick hanging down the leg of my suit pants. I still get hit on by women and men; but much prefer to slowly, long dick married, divorced or masculine gay men's ass pussy's for several hours.
This poor boy from the southern Midwest became a high classed whore by accident and benefited more from my male partners than the money they gave me. When my mom passed I purchased the home place, where my dad lived rent free the remained of his life. My education was/is the foundation for my upper management position, which I hold today. However, the spring board for my financial successes are a direct result of the advise, guidance, knowledge imparted by the men who shared my bed, our lush, and our bodies. God love them all; those who are gone on and those who still guide me in my journey.