Another day being a model. Nothing new, nothing exciting in life. All feels empty. It’s hard to smile, it’s hard to keep my workout. My job as a model and personal trainer might also be threatened. Camera lights flashes upon my eyes. The sound of stuttering. And me flexing, wearing a simple underwear flexing in front of photographers. One of the photographers approached me after the photo session. It was James, who also my friend after the graduation. We did a small chat in the empty changing room. Until he came up with a sensitive topic. “Mike, i hate keeping this from you, but yours are terribly small. How long is it when it gets hard?” To be honest, i was never confident when someone began to talk about their manhood. I was cursed to be born from a family with a small dick. Even if my father was handsome as fuck, My father’s dick was very small, my mother’s father was also small. So i usually build my muscle to compromise my lack of sex... “3 inches soft, 5 inches hard” I replied. “...
THIS guy... I can’t just keep my eyes out from him when i was jogging around public stadium. He was jogging and attracting people’s attention at the same time. It’s all because of that anaconda hidden inside his running tights. I sucked up all my courage to talk with him when he took some rest in the men’s restroom. But it was really hard to get the first sentence out from my mouth. He soon realized my eyes were looking straight to his bulge. “Like what you see?” He took the initiative to speak with me. Oh thank god i noticed me, “Yeah, nice one you have there” “You want it? It’s 40 dollars” he looked at me seductively while giving the money sign (Thumb rubbing the tip index and middle finger). “Sure, when and where?” He gave me his address and phone number, we’re going to meet in his apartment at night. Dang i can’t believe it worked. But i’m not going to had just sex. I’m going to take that body for myself. Hours passed as i’m eager to taste his anaconda myself. In preparation, i inj...