The first day I was there, Jack "Kell" Kellson, a solid built six-foot-three-inch muscle boy my age, came over and spotted for me, right away. Since he seemed to like spotting for me, we developed a friendship. The only time I was attracted to him sexually was in the shower after our workout..
Kell's big cock is one of those ones that stays big even when it's soft. It was a full ten inches long hanging limp in the shower and I started to imagine how big it would get when turned on by a sexy girl. Since Kell never made any move for me other than being my spotter in the gym, I figured he was off-limits.
Then after a week of daily workouts, Kell asked me out for a beer. The fact that he was a big handsome blonde with a ten inch limp dick made me say yes. But I still thought he was off-limits.
The first clue I got that this was going to be a date and not just a beer together was when Kell held the door for me like a complete gentleman while I got into his little Porsche sports car. I was wearing short shorts and black pair of polyester panties, nothing fancy, but I was sure Kell was admiring my shaved legs when I got into his car. I had told him already that I am a swimmer and that's why I shave my legs and body. Since I have a swimmer's build, I figured he believed me.
The second clue I got that this was going to be a date and not just a friendly beer together was when Kell was shifting the gears and his hand suddenly touched my thigh and he looked to see if I would move my leg away from him or not. I know when a man wants to get into my panties and I knew I had one on the hook. Now, the thing to do was to get closer to him and reel him in.
I moved my sexy leg closer to the gear shift so that Kell had to touch my thigh every time he shifted into third or fourth gear. Then I turned my head and looked at him with a dreamy look that said, 'Take me. I'm yours.' Kell took the bait, right away, and he started rubbing my soft inner thigh while we sped down the highway.
"How did you know I'm that kind of guy?" I asked him.
He looked at me and smiled widely. "I've seen you putting on your panties enough times this week to know you'd like me in them."
With that he moved his big manly hand up my thigh to my white short shorts and pulled them aside. He reached in and started rubbing my clitty dick through my panties. It was soft but the touch of his hand still felt good on my clitty dick. My dickie goes from three inches soft to six inches hard. It's not one of those big boy specials that stays ten inches long even when soft like Kell's does.
After rubbing me through the soft material for awhile, Kell noticed I was still soft myself. "What do I have to do to get you hard?" he asked.
"Just show me your hard cock, handsome."
I knew rubbing me through little black panties was turning my new boyfriend on and I couldn't wait to see how big his cock got when hard. Kell stopped playing with my panties. Then he reached over and pulled down his blue sweatpants and jockstrap, revealing his thirteen inch, big, man-sized cock.
On a peter-meter, my six incher is a "secretary's delight" and Kell's thirteen incher is a "porn star." The massive size of his cock with a nice big head on it, suddenly, made me feel as far apart from Kell as a girl from a boy.