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The Big Guy
The Big Guy
The Big Guy
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The Big Guy

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Everyone has a particular physical appearance they’re attracted to. Some like dark hair, dark eyes; some taller than they, equal or shorter. Why would a tiny little girl, a cheerleader under five feet and a hundred pounds get all squirmy when she sees a really big guy. This football center is over six feet and two hundred pounds with muscles like a weightlifter. What could the real attraction be?

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Sex. I like sex. It doesn’t have to be all the way sex, I like fooling around, getting excited and all hot and maybe some stink fingering but... going the distance... so far... has been a bit of a disappointment. I like big guys, big hunky football players and workout junkies with bulging muscles and super ego’s, ya know, the King of the Jungle, Tarzan kinda guys.

‘Pencil Dicks’ we laughingly compared notes in the locker room in High School, or ‘Stubbies’, hot dog sized but shorter. Call it a fetish, and maybe it is, but it just seemed like big guys oughta have big tools; I dunno, but with my scholarly duties in hand, I just naturally went looking.

It took about a month before I had everything in hand, scheduled, planned, worked out and manageable. All the required functions of a Freshman college student of age, still not old enough to buy a bottle of wine, but who could find enough parties with alcohol and drugs if one wanted to slip into the groove.

I didn’t; because I wasn’t quite ready and I still wasn’t sure of myself in the almost grown up world of higher education. But I was, ah, well, restless, at odds, uneasy, call it what I may, open to something but just what... I didn’t know.

It had to be fate, happenstance, serendipity or whatever, but there, in front of me, walking alone in the park-like campus walkway between classrooms and dormitory, appeared the same huge hunk I had freaked out over on my first day.

He turned and smiled, I melted into a pool of lust right there in front of him.

“Hi! I remember you!”

“You do?”

“Yeah, you totaled on a lamp post...?

I turned a bright red, I know I did. “Hey, it was my first day, gimme a break!”

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 28, 2015
ISBN9781310229718
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    CONTENTS

    The Big Guy

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    Author’s Note

    Taboo Erotica

    Family Exotica

    Other Novels

    by Amicus

    Why am I such a ditz? What is a ditz? I dunno; maybe scatterbrained is a better word, it kinda says it all. I multi-task, that’s all…no way, no way, hell no, I even forget where I am and why; why?

    Why everything? Why am I here? Why did I sign up for all these classes? Daddy paid for it; I guess, but really, why? What am I doing here? I’m Hungry! I can eat anything in any amount and still never top ninety-seven pounds! Go figure? I stand on my tip-toes and still miss five foot tall by more than an inch! Bad genes, I guess, so what? I am what I am? Where am I going? Cafeteria, hungry, thataway, first day on campus is a bitch… so am I… so what? Who asked you anyway?

    But what am I? And, Why? Wow! Would you look at that hunkastuff? Jesus Jumpin’ up Christ, (thanks. Dad), he must be seven feet tall and three hundred pounds and, oh shit, why do I always look at the crotch?

    Oh, fuck! What a crotch! Izzat a Zucchini in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? I am so fucking shallow! God! I hope he doesn’t see me looking… OUCH! Where did that lamp post come from?

    I survived. I hope he didn’t see me crash and burn; I found the lunch room, refueled. I burn a lot of calories, always on the move always my head going a zillion miles an hour, why?

    My room-mate was a Freshman too, trying out for the Cheerleading squad: You into guys?

    Not really.

    Yeah, me too; see ya!

    We both lied; so what?

    I’m not a complicated person/girl, yeah, I know, equality and all that shit; I am female and I love it! I love it when guys glue their eyes to my perky boobs and nice butt; I give them all a nice little wiggle, glitter, looking back over my shoulder and a big smile flashing my $5,000 dental bill, what the hell?

    I wish I knew what I wanted out of life; I don’t, not a clue. I was too small for sports in High School, but Cheerleading was a snap and it kept me in shape. I am done with that, but, what else, what next?

    I’m smart, or at least I think I am; I get good grades, top five percent in all the classes I had to take, math and chemistry were the hardest, I actually had to study, well, once in a while… it was all too easy… I think… but what am I supposed

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