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Hey reader!

I believe the title and brief synopsis, spells out the overall intent of this story. I hoped to mimic the adage, “Too much of a good thing” while giving perspective of the main character’s transformation. Is there any real message in here… no. Not really. I just enjoy writing about individual perspectives and how life can direct us in so many ways. That may sound philosophical, but it truly isn’t.

It’s my first story in the fetish category, mainly because I didn’t really see it fitting anywhere else. I more or less defaulted to the wonderment of those with a big cock fetish.

As always, I self-edit the best that I can. I have been known to miss the obvious once and awhile, so I will apologize in advance. Hopefully any errors in spelling or grammar do not detract from the essence of the story line. If you’re still here… thanks. I hope you enjoy some aspects of this story.

Cheers,

C_T

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I sat there quietly, running all types of dialogue in my mind, looking for something. Something that would change her mind. Something that would get her to see how true my feelings were for her. I knew I had no one else to blame but myself, yet I kept looking for a way out of this nightmare… a nightmare I had created by my own doing. I thought about begging, but I knew we were well past that stage. Following a long bout of silence, I finally had the strength to look her in the eyes. Those big, beautiful brown eyes. Despite the predicament I was in, I saw no harsh judgement… just a steadfast look of confidence and compassion. It made my heart break even more.

“Roxy…” I had a hard time even saying her name, coming out in the form of a slow whisper. “I really wish I could go back in time and fix all this.”

Her head tilted slightly to the right as a sad smile donned her perfect face. “I appreciate the sentiment Carl… I really do, but I think we both know we’d still end up right here eventually.”

Her honest statement made the lump in my throat even bigger. So big now, I was afraid to even try to swallow, worried I’d choke on my lack of saliva. “You don’t know that.” I finally offered.

She stood up, walked to me and squatted so our heads were at the same level. She put her hand on my arm, resting on the food court table and sighed. “Yeah… I do.” She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek, then stood up. “I hope you find that perfect someone one day Carl… I really do.”

And with a last pat on my shoulder, she turned and walked away. Her perfect ass taunting me as she made her way from the food court and back to her group of friends. The perfect woman… the woman of my dreams, just walked out of my life and I was crushed. I sat alone for the longest time trying to figure out how I got to this point.

(5 years earlier)

“Hey wiener! You going to the dance tonight?”

“C’mon Chad! You know better. He’s probably playing D&D or watching Star Trek. Right wiener?”

Welcome to my high school life. The name is Carl Whiner, and I’m a geek… a nerd…. aka… loser. I was an easy target for the cooler kids, especially the seniors. My appearance didn’t help my situation. I had little or no help from my father either. He was too busy trying to make ends meet for the two of us. My mom passed away a few years ago and unlike traditional families, she was the real bread winner in our house and the loss of her life also created a huge financial hole for us. We already downsized our house, but my dad’s sales job was full of peaks and valleys… hits and misses, making his days unpredictable and always full of stress.

Besides my tall, thin, gangly frame, was a good dose of acne with thick unruly dark hair that always looked like a rat’s nest. I didn’t know any better and worst of all I had no idea how to look after myself, how to dress or even style my hair. I naturally became quite introverted and poured myself into reading, and fantasy online games, where I could become someone else. I wouldn’t say that people hated me so much as they didn’t pay much attention to me, accept when they needed to lash out to be cool. The faculty in my high school liked me. I was the perfect student after all. Always present with work completed and well versed in the topics being covered. I had straight A’s my entire life and have been on the University fast track since grade 9. Besides my regular work, I was part of a process known as advanced placement, taking several university courses in advance.

During the summer before my senior year, I got a job at burger palace. It was a greasy dinner just on the outskirts of town, popular with truckers and travelers, since they didn’t have to head into town to eat. It wasn’t the most convenient place to work, but I figured I wouldn’t see too many people I knew there, plus the 40-minute commute by bike would be good for me physically, since I never really did anything active.

My bike was an ancient looking 10 speed that was my dad’s sefaköy escort growing up. He loved that bike and made sure it functioned perfectly. I was hoping that this job would not only help me with some spending money of my own, but maybe… just maybe, fund a newer style mountain bike. With no personal skills to speak of, I was relegated to the back, helping out in the kitchen doing prep, organizing the walk-in freezer and doing dishes. I’m sure I was quite the sight in my white bibbed apron, yellow rubber gloves and a hairnet that was struggling to hold my nest from shedding.

It was my third shift, and I was in the back scrubbing pots from the night shift when Kerri walked into the back. Kerri was in the same grade as I and was set to be the head cheerleader this coming year. Based on her outfit, it looked like she would be working at the palace as a waitress. We made the briefest eye contact, as she scurried by. It was a common way people reacted to me, so I was neither upset nor offended. I saw her multiple times as she had to come to the back, to place and pick up her orders. Not once did either of us acknowledge we knew the other.

I finished my shift one Friday evening and as I walked outside, I could see the pouring rain soaking everything insight, including my bike. It wasn’t the first time I rode in the rain, but this was by far the worst of it. Coming to terms with the soaking I was going to get, I walked to my bike and began to undue my lock. It was then a vehicle rolled up beside me and the passenger window of the half ton whirred, lowering enough that I could see Kerri’s face.

“You going to be ok, Carl?”

Shocked that she even knew my name, I just nodded and went back to wrapping my lock around my seat.

“Did you want a lift? I’m sure we can throw your bike in the back, right Jimmy?” Her head turned to the guy driving the truck. Jimmy Hansen… the most popular jock in our school and one of my regular tormentors.

“What? I don’t want wiener getting my seat all wet. The ride would do him some good. Builds character.” He laughed.

I got one last glimpse of her face as he sped off leaving me to my fate. I chuckled to myself. I expected nothing different from Jimmy, so I couldn’t get upset. There was one thing that made me think though… Kerri’s look. Was she feeling bad for me? Was she mad at Jimmy for making me ride in the down pour? I shrugged it off, realizing I was the last person who should be trying to figure out a look. No one ever really looks at me.

I had a few days off, so I didn’t see Kerri. I’m not sure why I even thought that. I know she’s not thinking about me. I was mid shift, up to my elbows in greasy pots when I heard my name being called. I turned off the heavy sprayer and looked up to see Kerri standing at the end of the counter, her uniform all neat and pressed.

“Jesus Carl… I’ve been standing here calling your name for like thirty seconds.” She smiled.

“Oh… sorry. I couldn’t hear you with the water running.” I could feel the water and dirt on my face as I spoke.

“Look, about the other day. I’m sorry Jimmy was such an asshole. Did you get home ok?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah. It’s just water. I’ve ridden in the rain lots of times.”

“Still… he was a jerk and I’m sorry.” I shrugged again and started spraying the inside of the big pot again. “Carl!” She yelled over the loud spray.

I stopped and lifted my head in her direction. She seemed to fiddle with her hands a little and for a moment I thought she looked cute.

“You’re smart right? You know school stuff and all?” I nodded silently. “Look, I have a scholarship option, but I have to bring up my math marks. Do you know anything about calculous?”

I blinked at the soap in my eye. “I know everything about calculous.” I offered stoically.

“What I’m getting at, is I was wondering if you might be able to tutor me next year? I have calculous first semester and I have to bring my mark up by 20 points.”

I raised my eyebrow in reflection of her statement. 20 points in one semester was a huge jump. “I don’t know. I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“Oh… why not?” I just stared at her until it clicked. “Jimmy? He might be my boyfriend Carl, but he doesn’t own me, and he can’t help me with something like this. He’s a stupid jock.”

“I don’t want any trouble… sorry.” I don’t think my answer upset her, as she nodded with a tight smile. Deep down I liked the idea of tutoring someone, especially a nice person, but I didn’t need any more reasons to be in Jimmy’s crosshairs.

The summer passed quickly, between working and my gaming stuff. I built up a little bit of money, but struggled to spend it, so I kept it in a metal box under my bed. Kerri spoke to me every once and a while. She was actually being nice, but I couldn’t let my guard down. Everyone changes the minute they walk back into the school halls.

I şehzadeler had grown some more over the summer. I didn’t put on any weight, but I grew another two and half inches, leaving my pants even shorter on me now. I entered my senior year standing 6’5 and weighed around 160lbs… I looked like a scarecrow, especially with the short pants. By the end of the first day, I had been called ‘wiener’ a dozen separate times. It would seem nothing had changed.

“Carl? Can I have a word with you after class?” Mr. King, my math teacher saddled up to my desk. I liked Mr. King. He was one of the few teachers I could look in the eye. He was a big black man, with a booming voice. I always thought he should’ve been a pro football player instead of a math teacher. He knew how to keep a classroom under control though, which was another reason why I liked him. No one tried any bullshit in his class. But despite the gruff exterior, he was really intelligent, and was always looking out for me when he got the chance. He had shut down people bullying me in the halls, more than a few times, always patting my shoulder and reminding me that high school antics won’t mean shit in the real world.

I was at my desk when the bell rang and waited for Mr. King. He packed up his briefcase and waved me to his desk. I pulled my lanky form from the small desk and sauntered up to him. “What’s up Mr. King?”

“Carl, there’s a student that I’m trying to help get their grades up and I think your assistance could go a long way in helping them. Your understanding of this stuff is at my level, but you likely have a teaching style more relatable.”

I nodded. He’s complimented me many times over the years I’ve had him. He was the only one who taught advanced math, so he’s taught me a ton. “Who is it?”

“Kerri Hamilton.”

“She already asked me this summer, but I turned her down.” I offered no explanation.

“Why?” Mr. King was facing me directly. “Because of Jimmy?”

I shrugged my stooped shoulders. “Yeah, sounds about right. I can’t afford the extra hassles Mr. K.”

He let out a deep breath and dropped his shoulders. “That boy is going to hold her back, I know it. She could be so much more if she wasn’t saddled with dumb, dumb.” I smiled at his description of Billy. “Look… what if I could arrange that he wouldn’t interfere? Maybe I can get coach Ken on board and use his sports as a way to keep him under control?”

“Somehow, it’ll still come back on me Mr. K. It always does.”

He put his big hand on my droopy shoulder. “Let me work on this, ok? Can you keep an open mind for me?”

I could never say no to Mr. King. He was one of the good guys. “Sure Mr. K.” He gave my shoulder another pat and we headed out of the classroom.

A couple of days later I was ambushed by Kerri as I left the cafeteria. I say ambushed because she literally grabbed my arm and pulled me into a vacant classroom without so much as a word or a warning. Once inside, she shut the door and put her book bag down on one of the desks.

“I’m sorry I grabbed you like that Carl, but I figured you wouldn’t want to talk to me so I kind of hijacked you.” She bit her lower lip and smiled.

*Suddenly I was overly aware of my cock… it was getting thicker, like when I would get an erection… what the hell!*

“I heard Mr. King talked to you and I was wondering if you’d changed your mind?”

I squirmed a little as my cock made me feel uncomfortable. She must’ve thought I was reacting to her question because she started talking right away.

“I know you’re worried about Billy. But I’ve spoken with him… Mr. King and coach Ken spoke with him… even my dad talked to him. I know he’s bull headed but he finally had to admit that you tutoring me, would be my best chance at getting my scholarship, so… he won’t give you any hassles. I promise!”

It took me a few seconds to realize that she had stopped talking. My cock had taken my total attention. I’ve had hardons before, so it’s not like this was unfamiliar, but I never got hard while talking to a girl and the more I tried ignoring it, the more I focused on Kerri… and the harder it got. Thankfully my pants just kind of hang on me, but I could feel it pushing my pants pocket out.

“Carl? What do you say?”

Her voice brought me back temporarily and she was now standing no more than a foot away from me. I was beginning to panic and nodded my head to end my embarrassment.

“OH GOODIE!” She jumped and clapped in enthusiasm, then out of nowhere, she embraced me. Like full on hugged me… like tight. I felt her warm body on my cock and I’m sure she felt me. She hugged me a little longer until she pulled back and I watched her eyes dart down to my crotch. Her eyebrows lifted as she cleared her throat. “That’s… that’s awesome Carl. Uhm… how’s tonight? Can you come to my house around 7?” She started walking away to grab ger book bag.

“Uhm, ya sure.” I watched her leave selçuklu escort and as soon as the door was shut, I looked down at the giant tent in my pants. I wanted to die.

I’m not really a sexual person. I’ve never kissed a girl that wasn’t a relative, nor have I ever watched porn. I’ve masturbated a few times, more out of curiosity than need… hence why all this was a bit much for me. My body never reacts to stuff like that! I was so embarrassed, I waited a good 15 minutes before I left the classroom, hoping I wouldn’t have any more issues.

I slipped off my bike and locked it up outside Kerri’s house. I was right on time and when I was about to knock on the door, it flung open from the inside. Kerri was standing there in a white spaghetti strap tank top, blue yoga pants that went mid-calf, and bare feet. Her hair in a high pony with a smile that would light up the darkest caves.

“Hey Carl! Thanks for coming!” She ushered me in and shut the door. “C’mon, we’ll go downstairs in the rec room. All my stuff is spread out on the table down there.”

I silently followed her through a hallway, the kitchen, to a set of stairs leading down. “Where’s your parents?” I asked since I saw no one else.

“Dad’s out of town… again. Mom’s teaching yoga tonight and my older brother is away a college.” She bounced down the stairs, leading me to a small dining table covered in books. “Here’s my war room.” She stopped and put her hands on her hips.

I walked past her and sat in one of the chairs. I pulled her work in front of me and wasted no time getting to work. Many of her errors jumped out at me right away and I could see a pattern developing. I had her walk through her problem-solving process and with each formula, I corrected her along the way, explaining what she was doing wrong. Her grasp of the material grew exponentially, as did her excitement.

“Oh my god…Carl! All this time I thought I wasn’t smart enough… but I am. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I nodded with a smile. The clock on her wall said it was 9:30pm. Where did the time go? “Well, I should get going Kerri.” I stood up and she stood with me putting her hand on my arm.

“Carl? Thank you so much. You have no idea what you did for me today. I feel like it just makes sense now!”

I looked at her hand on my arm and back to her smiling face. *Fuck… my cock… again?* Without any warning she, once again, wrapped me in a tight hug and my cock was doing a repeat performance of earlier today. She stole another glance at my crotch when she released me.

“You know…” She reached for my rat’s nest and pushed some of it around. “You’re a handsome guy Carl. A nice haircut would go a long way.” She smiled as her fingers weaved in my hair. “And some pants that fit…” Her voice stopped as she saw the massive tent I was pitching. Her hand went over her mouth. “Holy shit… Carl? Is that for real?”

I blushed heavily in embarrassment. “Uh, I’m… sorry. I mean…” I stuttered . “Just nobody has hugged me before.” Her face lit up with a sexy, evil smile.

“Maybe I know how to thank you for helping me.” She looked down at my big tent.

“No… no. That wouldn’t be right. I just wanted to help you.” I watched her hand reach out explore the top of my tent.

“Maybe I just want to help you too, Carl.” Her hand got bolder. “Can I help you out Carl?” She looked into my eyes.

She must’ve taken my nonresponse as a green light because she sank to her knees and began undoing my belt and drawing my zipper down. She had to pull them out wide before they would slide down my long skinny legs. My boxers were next and when she slipped them down, my now full erection slapped upwards and bumped her chin. She gasped at the contact, and I thought I hurt her.

“OH…MY…GOD! CARL! Your cock is fucking huge!!” She looked closely like she was trying to make sure it was real. “How big are you?” She muttered. When I didn’t reply she asked me again. “Carl? How big are you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“Seriously? I thought all guys measured themselves? Although most lie… but you sure as hell wouldn’t have to.” One hand tried to encircle the shaft but it was too small to make the girth, so she added her second hand.

The foreign touch felt amazing. Her hands were gently gripping me and moving very carefully along the length. She cupped my balls and moved them like she was weighing them.

“Your balls are huge too! You cum lots?” She looked up at me and I shrugged my shoulders as best as I could, given the circumstances. “Jesus… Billy’s a big guy but his looks like a toddlers compared to yours.” She spit on the tip of my cock and used her hands to rub it around, increasing my sensations.

Her attention was focused squarely on my cock as she slowly worked more saliva up and down my shaft. I watched her work her magic and when I saw the look of excitement on her face, I lost my control.

“Oh… oh shit!” I moaned.

She looked up to see what the issue was, when the first rope of cum blasted her face. She squeaked in surprise, but her hands never stopped, nor did she move as I pumped jet after jet of cum onto her face and hair. By the 7th burst I was falling short and hitting her shirt, but she kept stroking me. Just as I finally felt empty, her face twisted up and she growled though taunt lips.

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