It begins

"Nah, man."

"K. See ya, you two lovebirds." He walked away to go hit on another girl.

"Hey, you want to head back to my place for a little session?" she asked me with mischief in her eyes.

"Definitely."

We headed for her dorm, and you can imagine the rest. We screwed for like 20 minutes when we both fell to our backs in ecstasy. Her face was beet red.

"Hey, Leah ?"

"Yeah. That was great."

"Oh, thanks. I've been meaning to ask: How's our sex life?"

"Awesome," she said, getting up on her side to gaze at me with a huge smile.

"I love making love to you, Bryce." She said as she kissed me.

"Oh, okay. I was just wondering how, ya know, it was compared to like previous guys."

The mood got a bit more serious.

"Well, you mean 'guy,' not guys. And you're really good, so don't worry."

"Well, it's just that you said your ex was 'a bit much.' I was just wondering."

"I told you. Matt wanted it all the time. I just wasn't ready for it."

"But we do it all the time."

"What, you don't want to? Then maybe we'll stop, Bryce. How 'bout that?" She was getting angry.

"No, that's not what I meant. I'm just self-conscious. You're my first, so I'm just comparing, that's all."

"Well, you don't have to. I wish you were my first. I... I love you."

Wow! She said it. I wasn't exactly prepared, but I felt the same way. Immediately, the fears of being smaller dissipated.

"I love you too," I said, and we started kissing while running our hands on each other.

"I've never met a guy like you. I love you so much. And I know you'll make me happy."

I just smiled at her.

"So, tell me about your game. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, we've been training like crazy, as you know. We have to play a minimum of two games, but hopefully we'll get to the final round to beat out Wesleyan."

"Wesleyan?"

"Yeah, they're number one this year."

"Oh. That's where Matt, ya know, my ex, goes. He plays lacrosse."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll kick his ass. He's a girly girl," she said with a giggle.

Great. In two days, her ex with the meat stick would be lurking around our campus. It doesn't matter; she said she loves me, and I love her. We're going to kick Wesleyan's ass.

"Yeah, Leah . Thanks." I kissed her on the lips.

The next day, the opposing teams started to arrive. It was early, and I was walking toward the gym to change for a quick run when I watched the buses pull into the circle by the library. I couldn't help but wonder which one Matt--Leah 's ex--was in. I continued walking; it was a damp, gloomy day, so I decided to run on the treadmill instead of outdoors. There were no classes that day since the big tournament would be taking place the very next morning.

Leah had some catching up to do on some calculus homework, so she stayed back in her dorm. Typically, we would run together. I especially liked watching her running in front of me, wearing her black Lycra shorts and tight tank top. I popped wood nearly every time we went running. The movement of her ass and tits was too much for me to handle.

As I got closer to the gym, I noticed a bunch of the players approaching to unload their belongings at our visiting team locker room. It was attached to ours, so they'd be heading to the same place as me. It didn't matter much since the game wasn't until tomorrow, so I headed through the doors and down the stairs.

When I got to my locker, I grabbed my shorts and T-shirt out and threw them on over my boxer briefs. I tied up my shoes, did a few stretches, and turned to head back up to the gym. As I turned the corner, a pack of lacrosse players entered the locker room. They were loud--talking mostly, just bullshitting and laughing. Nothing in particular, just the normal stuff, but I noticed that they were from Wesleyan from the logo on their bags and sweatshirts.

My abdomen started to burn. "Was I getting nervous?" I asked myself.

I proceeded to walk past them when I heard one of them say to another, "Hey, Matt, where'd coach say to put our shit?"

I could feel the blood rush to my face. I turned to sneak a look just as I was heading out the door. Matt was well built, around my size, maybe an inch taller. He had light curly hair and looked like gray or green eyes (couldn't really tell from this distance) and a tanned complexion. I didn't hear his response since I'd already left the room.

"Well, that wasn't too bad," I thought to myself. "He's just above average looking, but I think I could compete with that." We both had similar builds; like I said, I could tell he was slightly better toned than me, but that didn't matter.

I climbed on a treadmill and didn't think much more about it. I just started to run while enjoying the view through the pane windows in front of my treadmill that overlooked the sports fields. About 20 minutes into my run, I looked out the window to see the Wesleyan team running in cadence around the gym. I saw Matt toward the front of the line.

I tried to get the image of him out of my head. "I'll try and think about Leah ," I thought. I thought about her curved body and the **** tightness of her pussy--the way it gripped me as I pulled out of her. I could feel my dick start to chub under my shorts. "Oh, damn it." I shook my head to try and calm it down, but to no avail. There weren't many people in the gym at this hour, and my boxer briefs did a pretty good job at hiding any boner I might have.

I thought about Leah on top, riding my dick. I loved watching her ooze cum from her pussy. "Man, she leaks a lot," I thought to myself. Not that it helped much with the tightness--her pussy still gripped on as tight as ever--but I found that she oozed so much we started staining the sheets, big time. She was one hot chick. I couldn't think of anything hotter than her leaking her juice all over my mattress after a long screw.

After about 30 minutes on the treadmill, I jumped off to head back down to the locker room. I figured I could jump in the showers, then head back to see if Leah wanted to get breakfast.

The locker room was completely empty when I got there. I grabbed a towel from my locker and headed for the shower. Man, that water felt good. After a few minutes, I soaped up my dick in the warm water. I was still sporting a semi from my daydream on the treadmill. I rinsed off and went back to my locker. I put my towel around my waist and walked over to check our training schedule for later that day.

Just then, the door opened, and the Wesleyan team walked in, soaked from the rain.

"I hope their showers are hot. I'm fucking froze," one of them yelled.

I grabbed the binder with our schedule and walked back to the bench by my locker. The other team got settled. I didn't see Matt at first, but after a few of the guys walked toward the showers with their towels around their waists, I got a clear view of him. He had his shirt off and was grabbing stuff from his locker. He dropped his shorts with his back toward me and stood for a second in his trunks.

He grabbed his towel from his locker and turned to face toward me. The locker door across from him was open, so he couldn't see me from where he was standing. The bulge in his trunks definitely looked sizeable. I could feel the blood pounding in my neck. None of the other team members were around (they all headed for the showers). Matt dropped his trunks and stood straight up for a moment. As he stood back up, I saw his soft cock flop out.

"Fuck, he's huge," I thought to myself. I could feel my eyelids widen. It dangled at about the same length as mine when it was hard (maybe a bit shorter). He was uncut, but you could just see the head of his cock jutting out. It was his girth that was surprising. Even soft, I couldn't believe how thick he was. "There's no way that could ever fit in Leah , and he's not even hard!" I thought in amazement. He leaned over to grab his towel off the bench, and I watched as his meaty cock flopped around, as soft as could be, his equally massive heavy nuts swaying as he walked. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the showers with his team.

After that sight, I quickly got my things together and went back to Leah 's room. She was still pretty engrossed with calculus, but I got comfortable on her bed.

"How was your run?" she asked.

"Not bad. I ran for like a half hour, then took a hot shower." I didn't want to mention that I'd seen her ex-boyfriend or his elephant cock, but I couldn't resist.

"I think I saw your ex, Matt." She looked a little startled, then a little blush.

"Oh, where?"

"In the locker room. I was leaving as him and his team were coming in. I think they were jumping in the showers."

She paused for a second. "Oh. You showered with his team?"

"No. I was done by the time they started. I was just leaving."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"Oh, just wondering. I know that guys get competitive in the locker room showers." She said with a nervous smile.

Not wanting to give anything away, I asked with a smile, "Oh, you think I'd be jealous of him?"

"Oh no, honey, that's not what I meant." She said while still looking down at her textbook.

A few minutes later, she got a text. She opened her phone, read it, responded, and then closed it and placed it back on her backpack. Usually, she would let me know what or who it was, but she didn't say anything. This made me suspicious, but I let it go. We'd never had a fight, and I didn't want to start now.

"Does Matt know you have a boyfriend now?" I asked.

"Uh, last time I talked to him, I told him that I was seeing someone. I think he asked if I was having sex, to which I said, 'Yeah.' But that was all."

"Oh. Okay."

Later that night, we screwed around a bit, but I found that she seemed pretty distant. I mean, she still did a pretty good job soaking the sheets like normal, but she was not as into it as usual.

The next day, I left her dorm pretty early since I had to prep for the tournament. We kissed goodbye, and I left. Our first match was against a mediocre team who we didn't have a problem beating. I acted pretty cocky since we were doing so well, and I knew Leah was in the bleachers watching. In the last 20 minutes or so, I looked to see Matt approach Leah on the bleachers. They were talking. I tried to grab her attention by scoring two goals, but as the crowd cheered, she continued to talk to him. They didn't even look toward the field! He ended up leaving, but I was still fuming.

The game ended, and it was an easy victory for us. I wanted to talk to her, but our coach was a hard-ass and insisted that over the next two hours, we drill to prepare for our match against Wesleyan. As we drilled in the practice field, I watched Wesleyan doing the same. I have to say I couldn't concentrate on anything but Leah 's douche ex-boyfriend. "How could that douche talk to her while her boyfriend is too busy with a lacrosse game?" I was pissed.

Eventually, my anger subsided. When the game started, I was pumped. I saw Leah in the bleachers, and I was determined to beat this prick during this match. Ten minutes into the game, we had our first encounter. He checked me to the ground just as he got rid of the ball to his teammate. "Hey, sorry, man. I didn't mean to knock you down." He reached out with his hand to help me up. Regardless of his politeness, I responded with, "Just watch it, man."

Matt turned out to be a great athlete as well as a good sport. His team killed us, leading 10 points ahead with just minutes left. As the game ended, Wesleyan moved on to the next round, which would be the next afternoon, while we (the hosting team) were out.

When the game was over, I looked to the bleachers to see Leah just sitting there; she looked to be waiting. I glanced around to look for Matt, but it looked as though him and his team had already headed for the showers.

I walked over to Leah .

"Good game. You played great," she said with a smile.

"Thanks, but we blew it pretty bad."

"It's okay. More time to spend with me now!" she said with a laugh.

"I guess that will work," I responded with a smirk.

"Listen. I know this is gonna sound kinda weird, but Matt wanted to hang out with me for a little while this afternoon. You think that would be okay?"

What! I could not believe the nerve of this guy.

"Um, well, does he know you have a boyfriend?"

"It didn't get brought up. I don't think he has expectations. I just think he wants to catch up. That's all." She said innocently. "I'll understand if you're not cool with that."

Shit. I didn't want to be the jealous ass of a boyfriend.

"Well, just this afternoon? Cause I was hoping you and I could have some fun tonight?" I tried to lighten the conversation.

"Oh yeah, I like fooling around with you." She grabbed my sweatshirt and pulled it close to her. "Him and I, we'll just hang out for like an hour or two. Then I'll call you to come over. What do you think?"

"Sounds great," I lied.

"Okay. He was gonna head over after he got out of the showers."

"Okay."

"Ya know, Bryce, I love how cool you are about this. I know most guys would not be that way. I love that you trust me." She said as she pressed her lips against mine.

The truth is that I do trust her, but that didn't mean that I wouldn't keep an eye on this douchebag hounding after my girlfriend. After all, I knew she was hot. I trusted Leah , but I didn't trust Matt, so I thought it prudent to keep an eye on him. Rather than showering and heading back to my dorm, I threw my gear in my bag and started off toward Leah 's dorm. I knew that she would take the Annex there, so I went around. Usually, this would take more time, but I was focused on getting there before her (without being seen, of course).

When I arrived at the door of her dormitory, I turned to see if she was coming. Sure enough, I could see her in the distance, talking with some friends. I swiped my ID and flew up the stairs to her suite. The suite was always open, so I made my way in toward her dorm room. I knew I wouldn't have much time, so I unlocked the door and walked in, shutting and locking the door behind me. I shoved my gear deep in her closet. I too stuffed myself in her closet, shut the doors, and waited.

It was the middle of the day, so there was plenty of light in her room. I had a great view of her room through the wooden blinds on her closet doors. A few minutes later, I heard her keys in the lock of her door. She came through, but I was surprised to hear her laughing and talking with someone. It was Matt! How did he get here so fast?

"Hey, I like what you did with the place," he said in a slightly mocking tone.

"Ha, ha. Yeah, thanks," she replied.

My heart was pounding. He was dressed in sport shorts and a lacrosse shirt. "Man," I thought to myself. "He didn't even bother showering up. What a pig."

"So, how have things been?" he asked.

The conversation went like this for 5 or 10 minutes. It was average and innocent. I was feeling relieved; maybe he wasn't a bad guy after all. Leah was sitting on her bed, looking hot in her tight clothes. Matt was sitting on her desk.

Eventually, she hopped off the bed and said, "Hey, do you want to see my English thesis?" She hopped to her feet. He stood up too, but what he did surprised me. He placed both hands on each of her slender shoulders and brought her to him and kissed her. "What the fuck!" I thought as I turned beet red.

Her tiny hands clenched at her sides, and her head moved with his. He brought her chest against his lower chest as he kissed her. I thought I saw his shorts twitch. They finally separated.

"Matt, I don't think we should," she said in a calm voice.

"Come on, Leah , look what you did to me." He motioned to his groin. It was obvious that he was sporting a major semi. While the thickness through his shorts was impressive, it was not much bigger from what I saw in the locker room the day before, so I knew he wasn't full mast.

"Jeez, Matt, don't get that thing going," she pleaded.

"Why, you don't like them?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well, yours is, ya know. A bit large," she said shyly.

"What?" he responded with a little smirk.

"You know. I mean, you were huge in school when we first started dating. It's just large, ya know?"

"You never said that before."

"Yeah, well, I just forgot how big you were," she said, still rather shy.

"Here, babe, take a closer look." And with that, he dropped his shorts to the floor.

I was in awe, and so was Leah . His meaty, uncut slab of cock pointed to the floor with a slight curve. He was at least as thick as a Red Bull can but still rather soft.

"Jeez, Matt. I don't think you should..."

"Come on, Leah , don't be shy. It's not like you haven't seen it before," he interrupted.

"Yeah, but it's been a while," she said.

"Wait, I thought you said you were seeing someone and that you had slept together."

"Yeah, I did, and he's really great. It's just that you're, well, a bit bigger than him."

"Oh, really." I think I saw his cock fatten at that statement.

"Here." He said as he took her by her wrist and placed her tiny hand on his massive soft meat.

She wrapped her tiny hand around his thick flaccid shaft. Her fingers didn't reach.

"Oh, well, you're definitely bigger than I remember. Fuck, Matt, my fingers don't even fit around it," she said, sincerely surprised.

"Let's see if anything else will fit around it." He responded with a devious grin.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing: my smoking hot, tiny blonde girlfriend groping her ex-boyfriend's freakishly thick monster. I could feel my own slender member harden in my shorts. If I hadn't beat off that morning, I would have burst right there.

"Uh, Matt, I don't think we should mess around," she said in spite of holding on to his thickening dong.

"Come on, Leah , why not?"

"Well, I'm not really used to your size anymore, and I've been seeing someone. I really like him."

"Oh, so you're saying he's not a 'big boy'?" he said with a smirk. She didn't answer.

"Listen, let's just fool around for a few minutes, for old times." He pleaded.

Agreeing, she readjusted her hand position on his girthy cock and began to slowly stroke him.

"How's that?" she said.

His meat stick started to lengthen.

"Yeah. Just like that."

As he hardened, the shaft grew in length; his thick head started to push out of the heavy foreskin. After about twenty strokes, Leah looked down.

"Holy shit, it's so much thicker now," she whispered.

She was right. His meaty cock had thickened as he stiffened. Foreskin covered just under a third of his huge head as she stroked it back and forth. By now, she had worked enough momentum to get his heavy nuts swaying. His nuts were equally as large, like two golf balls in a thick sack.

"Is your little boyfriend this big?" he asked with a grin.

She didn't respond.

"How about you try to give it a little kiss?" he said while he ran his fingers through her hair. "I'm hard now." He added.

That he was. This guy was enormous; while probably just over 8 inches, he was majorly thick (as I've mentioned a few times), so thick that when fully boned, his foreskin hardly covered his thick head. As for his head, it was easily the size of a plum or nectarine. I asked myself, "How on earth did that ever fit inside Leah ?"

Leah looked into his eyes, then looked down to his meaty shaft, then, as if in a trance, slowly dropped to her knees without ever releasing her grip from his monster of a cock.

"That's it, babe."

When Leah finally knelt to the floor, Matt's hefty cock was pointing directly at her tiny mouth. Held firmly by her little hand, she gazed at it for a moment.

"It's really heavy," she said with a slight smirk.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before, remember?"

"Yeah, I guess," she responded.