Dean was always proud of his body, he was tall at 6’8” and after years of playing rugby and hitting the gym he had a solid beefy build, a large chest with defined pecs leading to a thin waist and toned legs. He knew he was attractive, with his short cropped blonde hair and bright blue eyes, girls always flocked to him and he was never shy about showing off his body, especially his defined six pack and, as an ex once called them, his ‘cum gutters’, a defined V shape that almost formed an arrow acting as advertisement to his dick. Dean never had any trouble pulling any girl he ever wished, however he never managed to hold onto a girl for long, that was until he met Sarah, they had shared a class in Deans second year of uni and hat hit it off instantly.
Sarah was everything Dean looked for, she was short at only 5’6”, skinny, with long blonde hair and huge tits. Dean could lift her in his arms like she was a feather and it made their fucking that much more intense, the two of them spent the night after their first date having a marathon fuck, yet despite Deans stamina and skill, Sarah could simply not cum from his penetration alone. This was always a sore spot for Dean, in his entire sexual history he had never once caused a girl to cum simply by fucking them and he could never work out why, he was quite skilled in fingering and eating them out and could always make a girl squirt with his oral skills, but never with his cock. After 3 months of dating Sarah, having sex at least daily, if not multiple times daily, he had still not worked out how to make Sarah cum on his cock.
This is where our story begins.
Dean had always been a cocky and arrogant guy, he knew he was hot and his skill on his rugby team only fuelled his belief that he was simply superior to other guys. In his dorm building he walked the halls like a king, and others always moved out of his way, not daring to get in the way of someone with such a commanding aura. The only one who didn’t put up with his cock of the walk attitude was Jack. Jack wasn’t the person you would expect to stand up to someone as forbidding as Dean, he was only a first year student and was very short at only 5’4” and very skinny with an almost emo look with shoulder length black hair and no defined chest or arms to speak of, yet he always called out Dean when he marched down the halls or pushed someone aside to use the floor kitchen facilities. Dean always dismissed the kid and often pushed Jack aside if he got too lippy, and the two of them always looked like bulls ready to lock horns, which to others just looked ludicrous given that Dean was easily twice the size of Jack. Despite all of Deans physical attributes, he had been struggling with more than a few mathematic based subjects in his engineering course at uni; now in his third year of uni he was finding the coursework overwhelming and his advisers had encouraged him to seek out a tutor.
As luck would have it, or maybe not, Dean found an advertisement for a maths tutor on his dorm message board, it was to his deep annoyance however that he saw the name and room number belonged to none other than the same Jack that so cockily questioned his superiority.
“You need to at least give him at least a shot babe,” said Sarah, wrapped naked around Dean after another hard fuck that she yet again did not cum from, “you’ve looked everywhere and there’s no one that can do it in your price range except for him. I haven’t even seen him before, why do you have such a problem with him? Who even is he?”
“He’s that skinny little prick down the hall, you know the one, he looks like a chick with half his face covered in that black emo hair.” Said Dean, shaking his head as he considered how humiliating it would be to have to ask for his help.
“Oh, do you mean the horse?” Sarah asked, sitting up excitedly.
“The what?!” Dean exclaimed, “what do you mean ‘The Horse’? im talking about Jack, he’s the scrawny kid at the end of the hall, there’s nothing horse-like about him.”
“Well if it’s the Jack that I’m thinking about then my friend Jessica dated him for a bit and she said he was hung like a horse, said it was the best sex of her life.” Sarah said giggling.
“I doubt that’s the same guy, there’s no way this guy has a huge dick, he’s way too scrawny, here I’ll show you who I’m talking about,” Dean said as he reached over for his phone and pulled up a photo of Jack on Facebook, “this is the guy here.”
“Yep! That’s the one!” Jessica confirmed, “He might look short and skinny but Jessica said he has a giant cock, basically the size of her arm!”
Dean stared at the photo of Jack, no way he thought, no way this annoying scrawny guy could be packing something so impressive. Then he heard moaning and looked to his side and saw Sarah biting her lip at him, 3 fingers deep in her own pussy.
“How about we keep going, I think its time you finished the job, don’t you?” she smirked at him, grabbing Deans hand and moving it to her soaking wet smoothly waxed pussy.
Dean smiled and eagerly went to work, feeling his own cock get hard again he looked down at it and for the first time he wondered if any girl ever thought that he was hung like a horse? And what exactly gave the criteria for such a title? Dean had never even measured his own cock before, but had rather just assumed he was at least average if not big. Sarah suddenly let out a deep moan as his continued fingering brought her close to orgasm, interrupted his thoughts. He instead focused back on his task of pleasing her, but the question still remained at the back of his mind, Am I Big Enough?
Sarah was everything Dean looked for, she was short at only 5’6”, skinny, with long blonde hair and huge tits. Dean could lift her in his arms like she was a feather and it made their fucking that much more intense, the two of them spent the night after their first date having a marathon fuck, yet despite Deans stamina and skill, Sarah could simply not cum from his penetration alone. This was always a sore spot for Dean, in his entire sexual history he had never once caused a girl to cum simply by fucking them and he could never work out why, he was quite skilled in fingering and eating them out and could always make a girl squirt with his oral skills, but never with his cock. After 3 months of dating Sarah, having sex at least daily, if not multiple times daily, he had still not worked out how to make Sarah cum on his cock.
This is where our story begins.
Dean had always been a cocky and arrogant guy, he knew he was hot and his skill on his rugby team only fuelled his belief that he was simply superior to other guys. In his dorm building he walked the halls like a king, and others always moved out of his way, not daring to get in the way of someone with such a commanding aura. The only one who didn’t put up with his cock of the walk attitude was Jack. Jack wasn’t the person you would expect to stand up to someone as forbidding as Dean, he was only a first year student and was very short at only 5’4” and very skinny with an almost emo look with shoulder length black hair and no defined chest or arms to speak of, yet he always called out Dean when he marched down the halls or pushed someone aside to use the floor kitchen facilities. Dean always dismissed the kid and often pushed Jack aside if he got too lippy, and the two of them always looked like bulls ready to lock horns, which to others just looked ludicrous given that Dean was easily twice the size of Jack. Despite all of Deans physical attributes, he had been struggling with more than a few mathematic based subjects in his engineering course at uni; now in his third year of uni he was finding the coursework overwhelming and his advisers had encouraged him to seek out a tutor.
As luck would have it, or maybe not, Dean found an advertisement for a maths tutor on his dorm message board, it was to his deep annoyance however that he saw the name and room number belonged to none other than the same Jack that so cockily questioned his superiority.
“You need to at least give him at least a shot babe,” said Sarah, wrapped naked around Dean after another hard fuck that she yet again did not cum from, “you’ve looked everywhere and there’s no one that can do it in your price range except for him. I haven’t even seen him before, why do you have such a problem with him? Who even is he?”
“He’s that skinny little prick down the hall, you know the one, he looks like a chick with half his face covered in that black emo hair.” Said Dean, shaking his head as he considered how humiliating it would be to have to ask for his help.
“Oh, do you mean the horse?” Sarah asked, sitting up excitedly.
“The what?!” Dean exclaimed, “what do you mean ‘The Horse’? im talking about Jack, he’s the scrawny kid at the end of the hall, there’s nothing horse-like about him.”
“Well if it’s the Jack that I’m thinking about then my friend Jessica dated him for a bit and she said he was hung like a horse, said it was the best sex of her life.” Sarah said giggling.
“I doubt that’s the same guy, there’s no way this guy has a huge dick, he’s way too scrawny, here I’ll show you who I’m talking about,” Dean said as he reached over for his phone and pulled up a photo of Jack on Facebook, “this is the guy here.”
“Yep! That’s the one!” Jessica confirmed, “He might look short and skinny but Jessica said he has a giant cock, basically the size of her arm!”
Dean stared at the photo of Jack, no way he thought, no way this annoying scrawny guy could be packing something so impressive. Then he heard moaning and looked to his side and saw Sarah biting her lip at him, 3 fingers deep in her own pussy.
“How about we keep going, I think its time you finished the job, don’t you?” she smirked at him, grabbing Deans hand and moving it to her soaking wet smoothly waxed pussy.
Dean smiled and eagerly went to work, feeling his own cock get hard again he looked down at it and for the first time he wondered if any girl ever thought that he was hung like a horse? And what exactly gave the criteria for such a title? Dean had never even measured his own cock before, but had rather just assumed he was at least average if not big. Sarah suddenly let out a deep moan as his continued fingering brought her close to orgasm, interrupted his thoughts. He instead focused back on his task of pleasing her, but the question still remained at the back of his mind, Am I Big Enough?
