Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

“I’m glad you enjoyed it Michael, so did I.” She smiled. “You are becoming a man!”

I found her admission hard to believe. How could she enjoy sucking my cock and swallowing my cum? I’d never imagined a woman could enjoy such a thing and I suspected she was only saying it to make me feel better. In subsequent lessons of Females 101, I was to learn that this activity was a very favourite pastime for many women. On more than a few occasions in the showers I was asked to volunteer my cock for duty by some of my tennis playmates. Over the ensuing weeks I became more than happy to oblige any of my tennis buddies who showed an inkling for cock and cum.

I’d always ‘pop’ for Toni after everyone had left in the afternoon. She was seemingly insatiable for my cock and cum and my thirst to satisfy her passion pops grew with each passing Thursday.

During one of our intimate afternoon liaisons together, Toni had asked me if I knew how big my cock was? I laughed thinking she was joking, but she persisted saying, “No! I’m serious! Most women here have commented on your cock and were curious about your size.

As I had no idea, she suggested we measure it. Toni did a little dressmaking for some friends and grabbed a sewing tape measure from her car.

She measured my cock flaccid – “six inches!” she noted, then started sucking on my cock till I was fully erect and measured again. “Hmm! nine and a quarter inches, that’s impressive Michael.”

I then confided in Toni my awkwardness with the size of my cock and the attention it had generated from teenage girls when I was a kid. I was basically a shy young man and the obvious interest my cock was now getting from the women at Woodlands was causing me some unease. She was initially shocked at my feelings and hadn’t realised I had such concerns. She then said something to me that changed my whole perspective about my cock.

“You do have a big cock, Michael, but it’s not too big – It’s ‘just right’!” She laughed. “I’m going to call you the guy with the Goldilocks cock – because it is fucking perfect!” She then became serious and looked me square in the eyes as she took hold of my cock in both hands and said. “Every man in this club would die to have a beautiful cock like this Michael. Stand tall and be proud of this delightful asset you are blessed to possess. I won’t name names, but I can also tell you that, besides myself, there are many women here who would be very keen to enjoy every inch of your asset, on a regular basis. Most women will pretend indifference, but secretly they are lustfully admiring your body, Michael.”

This simple and honest appraisal changed my whole outlook on my body. However, I didn’t realise it at the time but the nickname ‘Goldlocks cock’ was to prove to be both a blessing and burden for me throughout the rest of my life. As a blessing, it unlocked many sexual experiences I would otherwise never have enjoyed. But often it proved a burden that would objectify my body and trivialize my manhood and pressure me to do some silly things that I’d regret afterwards.

In one way, however, it had also put a few more pieces into the puzzle surrounding the attraction my childhood abuser had shown toward me over other boys standing at the urinal those many years prior. If it was her fascination with my ample cock attracting her and not my misbehavior or lack of worth, then that began to make a little more sense.

Toni, my Mrs Robinson, had taken this shy, limp boy’s putty of prick and molded him a prouder, more perpendicular profile. The emerging young man attached to the other end of this rousing erection was slowly appreciating its potential to please. In the process he was gaining more and more confidence to share his ‘generously sized’ manhood meat with those who expressed a prick predilection.

The weekend following my ‘induction ceremony’ at the Thursday ladies tennis club, I was playing tennis with Toni and Bob as if nothing had happened. Bob asked me curiously, “did you enjoy your tennis on Thursday Michael?” I didn’t know what he knew and just answered, “Yes!”

I later found out that they had an open relationship and I was simply a plaything for Toni that Bob was happy for her to enjoy.

I was doubly amazed how the demeanor of these women changed when the weekends rolled around. They became mothers and wives and their Thursday eroticism was buried beneath this conservative exterior. We all still greeted each other and chatted while out walking or showering together, but the unbridled passions were hidden.

The Thursday ladies tennis club didn’t happen during school holidays, so on the Thursday before school broke-up we would have a special end of term celebration. Toni suggested some entertainment for the end of Term One and playfully volunteered me as a special treat. By now I had been accepted as ‘one of the girls’ and was included in all their raunchy chat. It had also become an expectation by all the women that I’d happily satisfy any request for cock sucking in the showers. I was their ‘toy’ boy! I knew it and enjoyed the attention they showered on me. I behaved myself, was considerate of club rules and didn’t pop my cock in general company, but saved it for when it was ‘called upon’.

However, all rules were suspended for the end of term party. Toni asked me if I would be happy to be part of the entertainment. Her question excited the comedian in me. “Many of the ladies have been practicing a strip tease routine and we want Goldilocks cock to judge the best stripper. However, you won’t have to say anything… we are going to judge the winner by the responses of your cock. Are you up for the role?” she giggled.

I was always keen to try something new and I was always keen to be in front of an audience and readily agreed. All I had to do was sit and enjoy my wine as a parade of beautiful naked women titillated my senses and let nature take its course ‘down below’. How ‘hard’ could that be?

So, there I was propped up on a stool on one side of the ‘stage’, with my legs spread wide apart, facing toward the audience with my flaccid cock dangling between my legs as each lady did her routine. The change in ‘angle of dangle’ and the extra inches of growth in my cock would be the judging barometer. To keep the competition as even as possible they all had to strip to the same song – ‘The Stripper’. I was very familiar with this song from my days as a hypnotist’s stooge, but no one here knew that.

One by one they paraded across in front of me and removed every last stitch of clothing to the mock cheers and whistles of their tennis pals. I was truly aroused by some of their performances, especially the women who knew my weakness for pussy. Those who managed to give me a ‘bird’s eye’ view of their crack as they bent over in front of me or spread their legs during their routine, elicited the most favourable response from my cock.

Ten women stripped, but number six was a clear winner. She was the only one who had shaved her twat and she had the most glamorous labia that dangled freely between her legs as she stretched and bent in front of me. My cock did twitch quite a bit for her routine and everyone could see the difference in my reactions. I was not a very good judge as my cock was only reacting to the way she taunted me with her shaved twat and not her stripping routine, but who cared anyway. It was purely fun!

She was awarded the prize… a bottle of passion pop!

However, my role in the entertainment hadn’t finished. Toni came back up to me and smiled as she said, “You’re now the main act Michael!” “Uh!” I mumbled.

“Bring your stool out in front and sit yourself down facing everyone!”