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JJ_Flash_x: My name is JJ Flash x and I'm a dedicated member of a softball team that made the county rec. league semi-finals last season. To some this may sound like a good season. Not so for JJ Flash. What you have to understand about me, is that I'm an intense competitor: I'll slide into every base, even if it's just a routine single. I go all out on every play - I treat each inning as if it were my last. Softball is very important to me on a number of levels. I spend a lot of money on my own titanium bat and Nike endorsed uniforms with Dri-Fit technology, plus my sneakers are also very expensive (120 dollars).
We are in the middle of a current season and I will not be satisfied with the semi-finals. I knew I had to find a way to propel our team to the championship game.
In batting practice one day, I was hitting bombs. My swing was really hot - during one stretch I hit three home-runs in a row. This bastard from my team, Pete, said it wasn't my powerful swing that was responsible for the bombs - it was my expensive titanium bat. I explained to him that it damn sure was my powerful swing, but he insisted on being a bastard. So, to validate my natural softball talent, I let him use my bat for reasons of comparison. He hit a couple of loopy fly balls which we all laughed at, calling him a sissy. I went to take my bat back, but he wouldn't let me have it - he persisted that the bat was foreign to him and that once he warmed up with it, once he developed a kind of repore, he would be hitting awesome bombs just like me.
So there I was, left to complete batting practice without a softball bat. What am I supposed to hit bombs with now? This put me in a difficult situation. Without a bat, I could only watch helplessly as balls pitched for my batting improvement flew past me and rolled uselessly to the backstop.
I looked around for a stick or something, but I couldn't find anything that would substitute for a bat. Here I was left in a position where I was not improving myself as a softball player. What I was doing was indirectly compromising my team's performance and our chances to reach the championship game. I couldn't let it happen.
Frustrated, I took matters into my own hands in terms of using my huge monster of a penis in a way that some may feel unconventional.
I got rock-hard just thinking about hitting a softball with my 11+ inch monster. I had never tried this before and it excited me. Unzipping my pants, I hefted my unit and let the pitcher know to come at me with his best fastball. Although I trusted my huge cock, I was skeptical as to how far I could hit a softball with it.
I fouled off the first pitch into the bleachers. Not very impressive. Despair settled in and I stuffed my huge penis back in my pants, embarrassed at such a meager foul-off. I almost gave up for good right there, but my big dick throbbed for a second chance. I figured a cock like this (11+) deserved that second chance. With nothing to lose, I gripped my 11+ inches and stepped back into the box.
The pitcher came at me with a wicked curve and I caught it right on the sweet spot of my cock. Talk about an awesome bomb! Talk about never hitting a baseball this far in my life!
Now I hit homeruns via my penis almost every plate appearance and have become something of a media darling. I am going to win league MVP this year. If I don't the only explanation is collusion or an even more devious type of foul play.
My teammates congratulated me on my discovery, but they would soon grow jealous and begin to discriminate against me. Of course they all attempted to hit awesome bombs like me with their mediocre penises. What a comic sight that was to see these small-penises flapping around uselessly - most of the guys weren't even confident enough in their endowment to get a proper erection.
I told them it was unrealistic trying to replicate my batting prowess with dicks that were anything less than monstrous - for emphasis, I pulled out my 11+ monster and invited them to compare my girth and stature to their own diminutive penises. I told them to just look at how bold my erections were. They got my point, but resented it. They even call me names now like "Huge Cock!" and make snide remarks such as asking me if my large penis fits in regular sized girls, or only in the fatties. It fits in both just fine. Though I would never touch a fatty, much less consider spending time naked around one. Stupid fatties.
Once when I asked for a ride to the game, Pete said, "Why don't you just ride your 11+?". Then he sped out of the parking lot in his Mustang, leaving me behind in a cloud of dust. And can you guess who was lent somebody's expensive titanium softball bat as a form of goodwill? The ungrateful bastard.
But I would get to the game. And I would hit three home-runs and knock in seven RBIs and wave to the adoring crowd as I rounded the bases. Once after a particularly awesome home-run I blew kisses to this young beauty who fell instantly in love with me. Still, there is a lingering sadness that stems from my teammates' jealousies and tendency to discriminate. They make me feel insecure, even as I know my huge penis makes me far better than them.
I would appreciate support in the form of helpful advice. If anyone has ever been in a similar situation, please let me know.
JJ Flash x
We are in the middle of a current season and I will not be satisfied with the semi-finals. I knew I had to find a way to propel our team to the championship game.
In batting practice one day, I was hitting bombs. My swing was really hot - during one stretch I hit three home-runs in a row. This bastard from my team, Pete, said it wasn't my powerful swing that was responsible for the bombs - it was my expensive titanium bat. I explained to him that it damn sure was my powerful swing, but he insisted on being a bastard. So, to validate my natural softball talent, I let him use my bat for reasons of comparison. He hit a couple of loopy fly balls which we all laughed at, calling him a sissy. I went to take my bat back, but he wouldn't let me have it - he persisted that the bat was foreign to him and that once he warmed up with it, once he developed a kind of repore, he would be hitting awesome bombs just like me.
So there I was, left to complete batting practice without a softball bat. What am I supposed to hit bombs with now? This put me in a difficult situation. Without a bat, I could only watch helplessly as balls pitched for my batting improvement flew past me and rolled uselessly to the backstop.
I looked around for a stick or something, but I couldn't find anything that would substitute for a bat. Here I was left in a position where I was not improving myself as a softball player. What I was doing was indirectly compromising my team's performance and our chances to reach the championship game. I couldn't let it happen.
Frustrated, I took matters into my own hands in terms of using my huge monster of a penis in a way that some may feel unconventional.
I got rock-hard just thinking about hitting a softball with my 11+ inch monster. I had never tried this before and it excited me. Unzipping my pants, I hefted my unit and let the pitcher know to come at me with his best fastball. Although I trusted my huge cock, I was skeptical as to how far I could hit a softball with it.
I fouled off the first pitch into the bleachers. Not very impressive. Despair settled in and I stuffed my huge penis back in my pants, embarrassed at such a meager foul-off. I almost gave up for good right there, but my big dick throbbed for a second chance. I figured a cock like this (11+) deserved that second chance. With nothing to lose, I gripped my 11+ inches and stepped back into the box.
The pitcher came at me with a wicked curve and I caught it right on the sweet spot of my cock. Talk about an awesome bomb! Talk about never hitting a baseball this far in my life!
Now I hit homeruns via my penis almost every plate appearance and have become something of a media darling. I am going to win league MVP this year. If I don't the only explanation is collusion or an even more devious type of foul play.
My teammates congratulated me on my discovery, but they would soon grow jealous and begin to discriminate against me. Of course they all attempted to hit awesome bombs like me with their mediocre penises. What a comic sight that was to see these small-penises flapping around uselessly - most of the guys weren't even confident enough in their endowment to get a proper erection.
I told them it was unrealistic trying to replicate my batting prowess with dicks that were anything less than monstrous - for emphasis, I pulled out my 11+ monster and invited them to compare my girth and stature to their own diminutive penises. I told them to just look at how bold my erections were. They got my point, but resented it. They even call me names now like "Huge Cock!" and make snide remarks such as asking me if my large penis fits in regular sized girls, or only in the fatties. It fits in both just fine. Though I would never touch a fatty, much less consider spending time naked around one. Stupid fatties.
Once when I asked for a ride to the game, Pete said, "Why don't you just ride your 11+?". Then he sped out of the parking lot in his Mustang, leaving me behind in a cloud of dust. And can you guess who was lent somebody's expensive titanium softball bat as a form of goodwill? The ungrateful bastard.
But I would get to the game. And I would hit three home-runs and knock in seven RBIs and wave to the adoring crowd as I rounded the bases. Once after a particularly awesome home-run I blew kisses to this young beauty who fell instantly in love with me. Still, there is a lingering sadness that stems from my teammates' jealousies and tendency to discriminate. They make me feel insecure, even as I know my huge penis makes me far better than them.
I would appreciate support in the form of helpful advice. If anyone has ever been in a similar situation, please let me know.
JJ Flash x