****** A Man Called Horse by Scott Beaty ******
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A Man Called Horse


I never had very encouraging parents. My father didn't do anything but drink,
watch TV, and fuck anything with a skirt. Mother only did the barest minimum to
keep from getting turned in for child neglect or deserting the "family".

But the worst thing my mother ever did was put me down continuously.

I was always bigger than the other kids my age or even older. Mother always
called me names like ogre, neanderthal, or freak of nature. By the time I was
15 I was 6'6" and weighed 255 lbs. with almost no fat. My sophomore year, the
football coach asked me to play football.

But I couldn't. The one thing that I was most scared of anyone knowing, was
that I had a huge cock. When it was fully erect, it was 14 inches long ( that
is 35 cm for you non-Americans ), and the shaft was three inches ACROSS at the
widest point. The head though, was most amazing. It measured three inches long
and FOUR inches across while being as hard as a ripe apple.

If I was grotesque for being tall and muscular, then the size of my cock would
have to have been obscene. I had always been careful to dress for PE with my
back to everybody. I had seen the size of the other boys, and they were nowhere
even close to the size of mine.

So I couldn't play football. I had seen the size of the cups, and I knew that
only my nuts could fit in them.

And thanks to mother, I was extremely shy. Girls were nervous about my size
when I was younger, and by the time I hit high school, they all thought I was
strange because I didn't socialize. The guys all were scared of me. Who could
blame them? I was as big as the teacher while still in grade school.

But the coach was relentless. Finally, I asked to talk to him privately in his
office. I told him of my "problem".

"Bullshit! Nobody your age is THAT big." He told me.

That just pissed me off. I may be a lot of things, but I liar I wasn't, I
thought. So I pulled out my dick.

I thought the coach was having a heart attack.

After a few minutes for him to start breathing again, he told me to just show
up that afternoon after school for practice, and he would take care of
everything.

I showed up in his office right after school, and he had waiting for me the
biggest cup I had ever seen. He took me to the equipment locker and got me a
full set of pads.

It took a few plays for the coach to determine where he wanted me to play. Then
I realized that the guys I was playing with and against were the same guys that
made fun of me. After that, I took out all my frustrations of family, school,
and life out on anyone on the other side of the ball.

Of course, within a couple of weeks, I was the biggest news in high school
football in the state. I was the killer linebacker, star of the defense. So the
guys warmed up to me, and insisted that I hang out with them at school and
after.

But I still didn't fit in with them. Sure I would hang with them, but I was
still very quiet, and the girls still ignored me. That all changed after we won
state. I was a one man wrecking crew. I had 24 tackles, 4 forced fumbles, and
interception, and personally knocked out three ball carriers with my CLEAN
tackles.

When we got back to our home town, there was some partying to be done. I was to
be the guest of honor (or On-Her, as it turned out). The pride of the school;
the richest, prettiest, smartest, and most choosy girl; Tabitha, decided that I
should be her man.

Now, I wasn't dumb. I knew that I was a physical freak, so I paid extra
attention to my studies. I got mostly A's with a few B's thrown in. I just
wasn't in the "smart" cliques.

The party was at our wide receiver's house. His folks were fairly rich and were
out of town. Every room in the house was bigger than our apartment, and he had
a pool.

After a whole season of the guys telling me how great my body was (in a
bodybuilder kinda way), I was getting more comfortable with it. Since most of
the guys were just wearing shorts and the girls in swim suits, I, too, was
topless.

While the night started with everyone congratulating me on my game, the
accolades slowed down a little later. After a while, Tabitha made her move.

We started talking about school, the game, her, me, and anything else. She was
surprised that I was as smart and articulate as I was. After a couple of hours,
she had to go, but we made a date for Friday night.

Then I (and everybody else) started to get REAL drunk. Around 1AM, the
announcement was made by Tommy, the quarter-back and leading scorer (with the
ladies) on the team.

"Attention everyone. I know that I for one and along with everyone else, has
given Sam a hard time over the years. But tonight, you have shown the entire
state that you are THE MAN! So for my past treatment, I apologize. And for the
incredible performance you gave this afternoon, we give to you: A VIRGIN!!!"

With that, a beautiful young sophomore girl was lead out before me. She was
wearing a very small, plain white bikini. She wasn't looking me in the eye, but
I could see a smile on her face. If I had to guess her measurements, I would
say 35c-22-35. Perfect.

Next, she reached behind her neck and untied her top, then the back. Her
breasts were perfect. Smooth pink nipples and symmetrical curves along the
bottom. Then she stepped out of the bottoms. She had been shaved completely
bald.

At this point the worst thing that I ever imagined happened. I started getting
a hard-on.

The girl's (who's name was Gina) eyes started getting big and her mouth dropped
open. The guys were all staring at her, but some of the girls were looking at
me. Then a girl screamed.

As was the style, my shorts were kinda long and baggy, so my cock started to
grow down first, the started to rise. The head, looking like an apple, was
poking out of hem of my shorts; and was pushing out and drawing the shorts
tight.

Gina fainted. Then one of the cheerleaders, Sandy, came forward and pulled my
pants down below my cock. It just shot up and hit her face before standing up a
forty-five degree angle. She laughed, and a few of the guys did, too. Many of
the girls were just in awe.

Sandy took it in both hands and tried to get it into her mouth. She managed to
get most of the head in her mouth before she realized the impossibility of
sucking much. But with a little concentration, she got the hang of stroking
with both hands and a little sucking and tonguing of the head.

As everybody kept watching, she released my cock and took off her "Baywatch"
style suit, and started pushing me back onto a chaise lounge. Her crotch was
already covered in her own juices as she straddle my cock. I thought there was
no way I was going to fit in side of her, but slowly she lowered herself down
on my cock.

There were gasps from some of the girls as the first two inches slid into her
snatch, and guys started cheering. I was spell bound.

For years I had been afraid that I would be ostracized (even more than I
already was) for having this brutal monstrosity of a cock, but here everyone
loved it!

Even though she was only halfway down and was biting her lip to tear to keep
from screaming, she started back up, until only the head was inside of her.
Then she dropped down very fast until about 10 inches were inside her. Up to
the top again, then all the way down and let out a small scream. She just laid
there for what seemed an eternity.

By now she knew she could take the whole thing, and started to ride me like a
merry-go-round horse. Up. Down. Up. Down. After ten minutes of this, she went
into convulsions. These lasted for about five minute with her pussy contracting
wildly around my cock.

As the convulsions died out, she passed out. Cold. I was in shock from what
just happened to me, but I had not yet been satisfied.

Some of the other cheerleaders came and helped Sandy off my cock. I could see
some traces of blood on it, but because of the dim lighting and the angles, I
don't think anyone else could.

Sandy quickly came to with a grin of ecstasy spread from ear to ear. Her pussy
was spread wide open for all to see.

"Oh shit, that was great.", was all she could say.

After that, there was mad scramble to see who got to screw me next. Eight or
nine pussies were ruined that night. I came four times, though by the end, by
cock was completely numb. What continued to get me hard was watching some of
the action going on around me.

Due to the high ratio of men to women, not to mention the women I put out of
action, the others were getting fucked by two or three guys at a time. Try to
tell me that seeing a cheerleader getting fucked by three guys at once won't
get even the most tired dick hard, and I'll show you a gelding.

The only girl that didn't get fucked that night was Gina. I found out later
that she had the biggest crush on me, and had fantasized about loosing her
virginity to me. How sweet.

By about 4, the party wore out. Dicks were tired, pussies sloppy, and assholes
stretched out.

The next Monday at school was a day to live in infamy. The stories spread like
wild fire. Then came the nicknames, though only one stuck: Horse.

My whole outlook on life and who I was changed on that one day. My self-
identity was tied into my physique and my cock. It went from being a freak of
nature to that of Greek god. I must admit though, I did get an attitude.

When I went to fifth period, my English teacher, Ms. Adams, called me out to
the hall as class began.

"I have heard some pretty incredible rumors about you, Sam. These are not the
kinds of tall tales you make up just to impress your classmates."

"But I didn't make them up and I didn't start the rumors."

"Don't try to lie to me, I know better. Those stories are physically
impossible." She droned on. She kept on going, but I was getting tired of
listening.

So I unbuttoned my pants a pulled out the biggest dick she had ever seen. Her
eyes got huge and she quit breathing. With that, I tucked it back in, buttoned
up my jeans, and went back to class. She didn't come back the rest of the class
period.

After the final bell rang, I started for home, but Ms. Adams was waiting for me
just outside the gate.

"Sam, please get in my car so I can apologize to you."

I got in just to see what would happen.

"I'm very sorry for calling you a liar, and for just staring at you in the
hall." Then with a mischievous grin said "Is there any way I can make it up to
you?"

She broke most of the traffic laws on the way to her apartment. First thing she
did was drop to her knees and open my jeans, pulling out my cock fast enough to
give it whiplash. Ms. Adams was able to get half of it down her throat.

She sucked and bobbed for twenty minutes. Finally she spit it out. "my mouth is
getting sore. Let's get something else sore."

Ms. Adams led me to her bedroom while stripping off every last stitch of
clothing. I stepped out of my jeans, peeled off my shirt, and kicked off my
shoes as she laid down on the bed spread eagle.

I started to crawl up between her legs to eat her pussy like I had seen in the
movies and at the party, but this one STANK! It smelled like someone left a
tuna out in the sun for a couple of days. But I figured that I could wash the
stink off my cock, so I was ready to fuck her.

And fuck her I did. She wanted it, so I pushed it up to the opening of her
pussy then SLAMMED it in with one stroke. Boy did she scream. But I'm not a
total asshole, so I just stayed there without moving for a while so she could
get used to it. When she started breathing almost normal (you never breathe
quite normal with a 14" cock in you), I started to fuck her slowly, but started
to piston faster as her breathing shortened. By the time I was ready to cum,
she was screaming again and her pussy was going crazy.

We fucked three more times that night, and by the end, you could have fit a
bowling ball in her snatch. The next day she called in sick, and on Wednesday,
she came back to work, but walked funny and bent over. She passed me a note
saying that she had gone to her gynecologist who told her that she would never
have children, but that it was the best fuck of her life and she wouldn't trade
the experience for anything.

Stay tuned for more of the man they call "Horse"

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