So I wrote this part wacked out from traveling from one end of the country to the other in the Seattle Airport.... thankfully there was a hottie sitting across from me to give me some inspiration.

More to come. Enjoy

Part 4

Beth curtly responded to Jeff, "I'm calling someone to help deal with this little problem of ours" as she heald her hands out over a foot apart.

Jeff grinned again with that boyish grin on his face "It better not be your little dicked boyfriend. I don't know how a hottie like you can even feel that tiny dick of his inside you. Last night when I fucked you into oblivion, I bet him and his little dick were the last thing on your mind. It's a shame chicks don't do it for me anymore because you are one hot bitch."

I could feel by face flush over with a wave of heat. My blood began to boil. I so wanted so badly to burst through that gate and kick that little shit's ass. I sized up the situation and realized that although he was a bit shorter than me he had a definite advantage. More than having my little 6 inch dick beat with a monster almost double in size, but Jeff was quite muscular. I failed to notice last night just how defined this kid was. As the sun beat down gliniting in the ripples of the pool, I saw beads of sweat forming on his cut chest with pecs that justted out just before curving under with a muscular plumpness.

I continued to stare as Beth typed out a text message on her phone to some unknown person. Was she sending me a message?? Who was she asking over to deal with this hot boy, his monster dick, and bull sized balls. My little winer of a dick began to grow hard as the images of his massive pole began to flash throuh my mind. "Am I gay?" I asked myself when I realized what was happening. It's impoosible.... I love chicks.... love the pussy... love the tits. But my little dick thought otherwise.

The beads of sweat that were forming on this kids chest were now starting to drip down onto his cut 8-pack abs. Each bead slowly dripping over each well defined muscle. This kid must do 300 situps a day. He raised his arms pushing his mop-like hair back behind his ears. This kids arms were massive. He guns must have been 15".

I looked down at th lump that was forming in my shorts and then at my flabby body. The freshman 15 had not been good for me. I could only imageine what this kid would be like when he got to college.