Hello everyone! I just wrote an introduction to my story, and I'd like to share it with you:
My name is Nabil, and I’m an eighteen-year-old at Central High. My family is Arab, we moved long ago, but people like us here, not like they all said they would back home. My father works in the city, with a good job to get us a big house, which we love, even if his work take the better of him.
Everything happened so fast ... I mean, I really do not know how we got there. Just thinking about it ... I do not know what to do or what to think ...
Maybe I should start again from the beginning.
My name is Nabil, I'm 17, and I'm in high school. My life has never been very exciting, I must say. A little cushy life all the same. A stable family, a wonderful girlfriend, etc. But I have to confess, these days ... Let's say that my existence has undergone some changes. Big change. Before that, I was a normal guy, and maybe a little more. Without boasting, I have always been complimented on my physique, and it's true that I'm pretty handsome. No the "manly" type, but the rather twink type. I have big caramel eyes, a little L shape nose, nicely plump cheeks ... In short, we can not say that I was once frustrated in regard of girl. Well, maybe, but not to take them to my bed... My problem was the fact that i've always been a poor lover.
This is where things get complicated ... It's not easy to confess, but… I have a small dick. But really small. A small impotent noodle, framed by tiny testicles with emptiness. It's sad, when you think about it ... Frankly, I do not care a bit. Well, I'm not lying, it makes me a little sad when my ex smiled at me with embarrassment when I lowered panties in front of her, but it's okay.
My family is of Algerian origin (arabian country), we moved here a long time ago, and we like it a lot. My father works in the city center, with a fairly well paid job that allows us to live in a big house that we love. My mother, meanwhile, does not work. ... Ah, my mother ... We are all models in the family, and my mother Fadela is no exception, far from it! I have to admit, even if it's my mother ... It's a damn hot sex bomb. I think all my friends have told me how much they would like to be in bed with her. I wonder about the reason for the strong smell of excitement exhaled from mom. Lack of sex maybe. It’s logic, since Daddy is not often there. Her huge breasts, her large hips and fleshy butt ... Mom is a sex goddess. I do not understand how my father can deliberately prefer his work to his wife! But no matter, I take care of her in his absence… I wouldn’t like my father be cuckolded! No, really, I do not worry about that, my mother is all that is most faithful.
I basically grew up knowing that my mother was pretty much the most beautiful person In town, with her extraodiary curves. She is stunning even she had gained a bit of weight in the early days after having my siblings and I. You must know that me and I mother share since the day of my birth a fusional relationship. She has always been there for me, and vice versa. Her gentleness and kindness have always been the most important things for me in this world. Of course, I always got on well with my father, but with my mother, it's always been special.
Since I was 12-years-old I was hounded by boys my age and older, saying how much they thought my mom was attractive. Whenever I brought friends over, I would see them stare and blush like they were lost in a dream, seeing the love of their lives for the first time, their first crush on a older woman. I remember specifically when an eleven-year-old friend of mine *(you can change his age if you want)*, a lil white boy named Nick said to me at the public pool "Can I be you're dad?" Nick said this assuming my father was an absent father because he never saw him around , when in fact I saw my father was always, it's just that "Because I think I'm in love with your mom and I want to be with her." What was so crazy was he wasn't saying it mockingly or as a joke in any way, he was legit serious with true emotion in his eyes as he said it with respected sincerity. The rational part of me respectfully told him she wasn't interested and that my father was very much around, it's just that he's very taken by his job. I remeber to this day the way that the piercing blue eyes of my friend stared at my Ample in breast and hip and thigh mom. Her dark yoga pants did as little to hide her bouncing bubble-butt as her blue spaghetti-strap top did did to conceal her heavy tits, which hung with natural perfection. Her massive breasts undulated up and down inside her cooking apron. Her nipples, so large and pronounced that they were detectable to the eye even through three layers of clothing, led the charge. From there, her arabian body narrowed at the waist and then exploded again, this time in the other direction. Not only would her ass not quit, as the old saying went, but on this 38-year-old mother, it was working unpaid overtime.
For the record, Nick and I knew each other because Nick used to be harassed and bullied until I intervened to stop it all. To tell the truth, I'm far from being a vigilante, and I hate arguing or confronting anyone, it's just that I'm a guy, to say it simply, that everyone appreciates. I think I'm pretty handsome, sociable, and it just took me a little gentle discussion with the bullies to make them stop bothering poor Nick, who apparently had been treated like this since his childhood. And from there, he and I have become, so to speak, the best friends in the world.
However, I sometimes wondered why he was the target of all these nasty things on the part of his comrades.
I mean, Nick was a nice boy, he was even cute with his big blue eyes and blond hair like honey. The only thing that was a bit weird about him was that he was still wearing pants that were way too big for him, and that he seemed to be scared to notice something about him. This thing, I finally understand the day when he and I went into the locker room to shower after a long session of sport.
Once past the locker room, Nick suddenly became anxious, and began to look at me as if he was afraid that I would suddenly make fun of him.
I assured him that I would never do such a thing, that he could tell me everything, that I was his best friend. After a long hesitation, Nick began to undress ...
The boy was wearing a pair of tight red briefs with white piping. Just below the boy's smooth midsection, the crotch was bulged out obscenely, stretching the folds of the fabric to a saggy semi-tautness. Beneath there seemed to be concealed something weighty and thick- a length of flesh folded over on itself several times. My hand went to my mouth to stifle further exclamations. There was no doubt about what i was looking at. Through the leg holes of the briefs i could see hints of a pair of massive, hairless testicles, each easily the size of a man's fist. As Nick pulled his shorts off over his feet, a smell assaulted my nose- the pungent copper odor of semen.
Nick clutched his hands around the waistband of his briefs, beginning to pull them down over his slim hips, white elastic dragging against hot, porcelain skin. He tugged them down, and what was revealed was more impressive, and more grotesque, than what had been hinted at by the bulging fabric. Though the boy's cock was completely flaccid, it still seemed to be engorged and wrist-thick, extending from his hairless pubis in a fleshy stalk and then bending back over on itself and travelling all the way to the other side of his pelvis before ending in a moist prick-helmet that was partially obscured by foreskin.
My minuscule arab dick cowerd in fear before that white monster... I couldn't compete.
My unbelieving eyes tried to calculate the length. Thirteen inches? Fourteen? Against the boy's angelic, pre-pubescent body, it looked even larger. All of this was in addition to a pair of heavy balls like two large apples in a sack of golden, hairless skin. The scent of sperm blasted me in the face, and a semi-transparent.
For a moment, the only sound was my sharp inhalation of breath. It was the biggest cock i had ever seen, medically or otherwise, and seemed to radiate foul virility. For the first time in my life, I felt emasculated before this demonstration of white manhood. I now understood why he was always harassed! I had noticed that all his bullies were Arabs like me, and it was probably out of jealousy, because of the comparison between their hairless Arabian mini dick, and Nick's huge virile white cock.
But as far as I was concerned, I did not feel jealousy. Only admiration.
So I did everything to reassure my friend, telling him he did not have to be ashamed of the size of his penis, on the contrary, we had to be proud! There was a lot of talk, and I felt that I had just taken a heavy weight off Nick's shoulders. To believe the brilliance of his blue eyes, he felt a lot of gratitude to me, and nothing but the idea of having helped my best friend to accept himself fills me with joy ...
Joy that did not take long to evaporate a few days later, when my mother asked if she could talk to me about something important ...