My name is Bond, James Bond. That’s right; I’m not kidding. My dad was a 007 fan. He thought it was cool. It’s not. Please, don’t do that to your kid. I go by JD; that’s for James Daniel. I’m a junior at a state university. My major is Chemical Engineering. I have a 4.0 gpa, and I already have an internship lined up for next year. Things just seem to fall in place for me. They always have.
I’m six-one, and I weigh one-sixty. My chest is forty-four inches, and my waist is thirty-two inches. My body is muscular with six-pack abs. I let people think that I work out, but I don’t. I just naturally have this body. When I was a young kid, people said I was cute; by high school, everyone said I was good-looking. Since graduating high school, people have been saying that I was really handsome. With my jet black hair, blue eyes, flawless creamy skin, and strong chin, I had to agree with them. I mean, I’d date a guy who looked like me.
My parents, aware of my looks and how that could have turned me into a brat who thinks he’s entitled, worked hard to make sure I had a good work ethic and strong character. My father told me that people who were extra good-looking often got things more easily and he wanted to make sure that I didn’t take advantage of that. He always reminded me to make wise choices. “When you look in the mirror, son,” he said once, “look deep inside. Are you happy with your character because that’s what you’ll ultimately be judged on. Fly by night friends aren’t the kind of friends who are real friends. Think about what you want and need from your true friends, and make sure that you offer them the same kind of trust and support.” I began to look at the people who wanted to hang around me a little differently. It was often difficult to determine which ones were true friends.
By high school, I had already grown a moderately hairy chest with a nice treasure trail. My privates had also increased in size. In gym class, I noticed guys checking me out while we changed clothes and showered. I measured my dick in ninth grade. Seven and five-eighths inches didn’t seem that long to me, but I did notice that I was bigger than all the other guys. I was uncut, and I was glad that the foreskin didn’t hang over the end. Instead, my piss slit was always visible along with about a half inch of the head. My cock didn’t get much longer when I got an erection, it just got hard and a little thicker. As I look back at what I just wrote, I’m worried that you will think that I’m shallow. I do like the superficial things about me, but I know that I am more than just those things.
My story really begins in ninth grade. We had moved across the state between middle school and high school, but I noticed that I had an easier time than most people making new friends. Except for the shy nerdy kids and the kids who didn’t want to be in school at all, both guys and girls wanted to befriend me. Sometimes it was overwhelming. It was difficult for me to think that they just wanted to hang out with me because I had been labeled one of the cool kids. Inside, I didn’t feel like one of the cool kids; I was sure that at any moment, someone would figure out that I was an average kid on the inside, and I would end up alone at the lunch table.
Emily Addison, a girl in my Algebra class, was not only a boost to my self-confidence but a turning point in my life. That wasn’t her intention, I’m sure, but that Tuesday afternoon with her changed my life. She had asked me to come home with her and help her with her homework. I agreed, and as we walked to her house, we talked a lot about school and her friends and what we wanted out of life. As we arrived at her house, she admitted that she didn’t need help with homework. “I want to have sex with you,” she said out right. “I had a boyfriend last summer, and we did it several times, and he seemed to like it, but it wasn’t what I thought it would be. It certainly wasn’t like it is in the movies, and well, I thought it might be different with you. I’m on the pill, so you won’t have to worry about that.”
I have to admit that I was surprised. “Why me?” I asked. I needed time to think. Several of the guys talked about how they’d like to fuck Emily, and I had listened without adding to the conversation. I had started to notice that I was thinking a lot more about guys than about girls, especially one certain guy. And when I thought about him, I always wondered how he looked without clothes. At the same time, I wondered whether I did because, despite everything about me, I was just full of self-doubt and insecure.
“Well,” she stepped closer to me and put her hand on my arm. “I’ve heard you’re bigger than most guys.”
So, I thought, people have been talking. Jacob Fonda wasn’t kidding. He’d told me he’d heard guys saying my dick was a monster and some that said it was a fake. Part of me was a little angry, and I decided that I would fuck her. This might give the kids something more important to talk about. Plus, if I did it well, other girls would want to go to bed with me. I looked at her and I was direct. “So you want me to fuck you because I have a big dick.”
She smiled. “Yeah. I think you’re really cute and all, but I’m not in love with you. That’s not why I want to do it.”
“OK. No dating. No boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. Nothing like that. Just the sex.”
She smiled and put her hand on my crotch. “Just this guy in my pussy. I figure that you have done it before; several of the girls have hinted that they’ve been with you.”
Girls are such lying bitches. I bit my lower lip as I smiled. “I think it’s best that I don’t name any names. Let’s go.” I have to admit that I was nervous, but she’d admitted to only doing it with one other guy, so it’s not like she had a list of guys to compare me with, and from what she said, he was a disappointment. Emily took me to her room and took all her clothes off. I was amazed by how small her breasts were and how her pussy didn’t really look like the drawings I’d seen in books. It reminded me of tightly sealed lips that separated slightly when she ran her finger between them.
I removed my clothes. I stood before her naked. Just the thought of screwing had given me a raging boner. A fleeting image of one of the guys from my class popped into my head.
She began to rub her pussy. “They certainly weren’t lying about how big you are or how muscular you are. I should probably suck your dick first.”
I stepped closer to her. She rolled on her side and put my cock into her mouth. I’d heard the guys talk about getting blowjobs and how wonderful they were. I was not impressed. It was as if she were chewing on bubble gum. Fortunately, she didn’t do it for very long.
“You’re too big for me to get my mouth on it. But just looking at your dick is making me wet. Let me make sure I’m wet enough so your dick just slides inside.” She pushed her finger into herself. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
I knelt between her legs. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
As she massaged herself, she began to moan. Her moans were deeper than her regular voice; I regained the stiffness I’d lost with the disappointing blowjob. I felt a bit of precum ooze out as I flexed the muscles that made my dick jerk up.
Emily reached for my hardon. “OK. I’m ready.” She guided me toward that the lips between her legs.
I leaned forward, placing my left hand just under her armpit and adjusting my hard shaft with my right. The head of my dick rubbed over the bump at the top of her pussy slit, and she shuddered. I pushed myself forward and felt the warm wetness of her swallow my cock. It was an incredible feeling. Her tunnel held tightly to my shaft, and the friction was incredible.
One thing I’d remembered from hearing one of the guys talking about fucking some girl on his summer vacation was how he’d come too soon. I didn’t want to make that mistake, but it didn’t take long for me to get that urge. As it built up, I slowed down on purpose. She was squealing and pushing her hips up toward me, allowing my dick to go more deeply inside her. I wanted to fuck her fast liked I’d seen some of the guys do when they were fucking other guys in the videos I watched, but I held off. She began to moan, a lot. She began to rub herself and her pussy tightened around my dick.
The urge to dump my load became even stronger; I did begin to pound her faster. I clenched my teeth together. She let out these little squeaks as her body tensed up. Suddenly, the image of Todd Fairburn forced itself into my mind. I pushed myself deep inside her and let loose. Fuck, but it was the best release I’d ever had. I squirted at least four times. I was breathing really fast.
Pulling back and out, I rolled over to sit at the edge of the bed. I looked over at Emily, and she was smiling.
“So,” I asked, ignoring the fact that I saw Todd as I came, “was it better than the guy from last summer?”
“It was so much better,” she replied.
I began to dress.
“Maybe we can do it again. My parents won’t be back until five-thirty.” She sat up and put her arm on my shoulder.
“I gotta get home,” I told her. I finished dressing and left. She was still lying naked on her bed when I walked out of the room. On my way home, I thought back on it, reliving each moment. I didn’t know I could come like that. Something was missing in my playback. An image of Todd popped into my head. He was the school’s star athlete; he excelled at gymnastics. He was in one of my classes, and I’d seen him practicing after school. In fact, I’d stayed after school on his practice days just to watch him. I began to wonder what it’d be like to come inside his ass. My dick got hard at the thought.
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