It pays to make friends

Anna's body slowly came down from her orgasm as her still naked chest rose and fell.

“I can’t believe I let you cum inside me and I don’t even know your name,” Anna blushed. “I only did that with three or four guys before.”

“I’m K-K-Kevin.”

“I’m Anna.”

“So Kevin, if you’re packing that kind of heat in your pants, why haven’t I ever heard of you? That seems like a kind of rumor that would get around.”

“I’ve never had s-sex with anyone at this school.”

“You mean I was your first time?”

“No, I’ve d-d-done it before, the g-g-girls at school just don’t know. They think I’m a l-l-loser.”

”Why don’t you tell everyone? You would be the most popular guy around! You could have, I don’t know, the whole cheer leading squad at once!”

“It’s m-more trouble than it’s worth. The first day at s-s-summer camp, the b-bullies pulled my p-p-pants down in f-f-front of everyone. They wanted to embarrass me in front of the g-girls, but when they saw my m-m-monster cock, I was the only one they wanted to f-fuck the whole s-summer. All the g-guys hated me because they couldn’t get any p-p-pussy. If I showed my d-d-dick at school, I m-m-might lose my guy friends here the s-s-same way. P-plus, I don’t want the f-f-football team to get mad at me for f-f-fucking all the ch-ch-cheer leaders. They’re big and strong, m-my power doesn’t work on them. I can’t f-f-fight them off with my dick.”

“I never thought a big cock would be a curse.”

“It’s a b-blessing and a c-c-curse. I have a blursed dick.”

“So wait, if you don’t get laid at school, you mean you haven’t had sex at all since the summer?”

“Not m-m-much, only about eleven or t-t-twelve times a w-w-week. M-m-mostly I do it with the s-s-sorority girls down the block, the n-n-neighborhood m-m-MILFs, and m-m-my hot s-s-step family. I also n-need to go to the s-school n-n-nurse any time during the day I have to relieve my hypersemenosis. It’s a m-m-medical issue, I have a d-d-doctor’s n-n-note.”

“Only that much? Are you kidding, that’s a fuck ton!”

“Y-yeah, b-but not c-compared to c-camp. I d-d-didn’t have enough t-time to get a s-s-single m-merit badge, only about a h-h-hundred n-n-notches on a b-b-belt the counselors gave me.”

“Is that the belt you have on right now?”

“Y-y-yeah, I w-wear it for g-g-good luck.”

“Um, I’ve been having a very unlucky day. Could I borrow that belt for a while to hold my skirt together?”