Chapter 2. Big Dick 2 Go
Congressman DeLittle was a big man. He was tall and wide in shoulders and yes, he was Congressman from a big state. The problem was that Congressman DeLittle had a small dick. And because of his big ego, having a small dick was a big problem for Congressman DeLittle.
Imagine the scenario, a real one. Only a few weeks prior to the beginning of this story, Congressman DeLittle along with two other members of the same very influential congressional committee, were approached by a certain lobbying organization. That lobbying organization had a very cute, very sexy, and very agreeable female employee who proposed to have a little party with the three congressmen to help advance the very cause she was lobbying for. The proposition was made at the executive suite at a fancy Washington hotel and the offer was to be consummated right the same moment on the spot.
Congressman DeLittle found himself in a rather precarious position. To participate in that little debauchery would be to reveal to the world his little secret and tarnish his reputation as a big man. To leave the party would be rather disloyal, if not suspicious, to the other two members of the committee. Thus, he stayed but excused himself from partaking in enjoying the lady’s goods on account of some temporary but unpleasant malaise.
Nursing his scotch, he was sitting in the corner and watching how at the center of the room his congressional buddies were slowly spinning the woman around, passing her to each other, manhandling and fondling her, unzipping, unbuttoning, unhooking, unclasping, lifting up, reaching under, probing in.
DeLittle was intently following the movement of their hands as men meticulously appraised the smoothness of her skin, the perkiness of her breasts, the firmness of her nipples, the roundness of her ass, and the wetness of her pussy.
With envy and despair, Congressman heard his friends growling with excitement and grunting with approval. He watched how they became undressed, brought the woman to her knees in front of them, offered her their erect and presentable cocks, and took turns thoroughly and deeply sampling her hungry mouth.
With angry erection developed in his pants, DeLittle was consumed by his hopeless desire to join in and fuck that woman’s face, to cap, caress, knead, kiss, lick, pinch, tittyfuck her magnificent breasts, to grab her ass, have his hand squeezed by her thighs, climb up her pussy, have it open for him…
Yet none of that was available to Mr. DeLittle. Instead, he watched his buddies leading the woman to the bed and taking turns with her in a variety of ways. He listened keenly to the buildup of her excitement with men spit roasting her, trading their positions, to her whimpers growing into loud moans as she was cumming on one cock and then on another one.
It was getting overwhelming for the Congressman to see his buddies firmly sandwiching the woman between them. He watched how the cock of the man below filled her pussy.
He heard how she moaned with encouragement and anticipation and how the moan followed by a deep gasp when another man’s cock confidently advanced into her ass.
Mr. DeLittle could not take this anymore. He locked himself in the bathroom and desperately attended to his tiny cock while listening to the vocal trio howling on the other side of the door.
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The down payment was made, the deal was sealed. Known as a man who gets things, Congressman DeLittle did in fact push the decision through. After all, he was a big man. As a big man, he rewarded himself with a limelight moment at the press conference. As a man with a big problem, he watched with bitterness and envy how his buddies were leaving the press conference with the same woman to collect on the second installment.
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Truth to be told, Mr. DeLittle was trying to solve his big problem before he had become a Congressman and never stopped thereafter. He tried everything – pills and potions, extenders and enhancers, special exercises, dry black cock of a white rhino, African voodoo, and Gypsy magic. Nothing worked.
Imagine now Congressman’s amazement when one morning he woke up in his bed and made an astounding discovery: his teeny-weeny little penny turned into a colossal raging cock.
Slowly crawling through the headache and hangover, his memory brought up events of the previous night when after a fundraising campaign he had quite a few drinks with one Mr. Lebedini, a wealthy campaign donor who suddenly made him a strange proposition.
As Mr. Lebedini explained, he had launched a start-up company -- Big Dick 2 Go, a penis rental business for men who would like to experience the true joy of having a big cock. Mr. Lebedini even took the Congressman to the men’s room and showed him a very impressive dick he was personally wearing as his own. The dick looked real. Lebedini offered the Congressman to touch it to make sure it was genuine, but the Congressman vehemently refused to touch another man’s penis.
As Mr. Lebedini explained, the rental cock not only looked real, but it was real, although not exactly his own, but rather so to speak a floor model of his company’s product. The donor then offered to the Congressman to take it, so to speak, for a spin around the block.
Upon returning to the bar, both men agreed that the Congressman could rent that floor model free of charge for one month or so – the term was up for negotiation – and in exchange would help Mr. Lebedini’s start-up by putting in place a law making the cock rental business legal. To seal the deal, men had a few more drinks and a few good laughs as the Congressman certainly could appreciate a good joke.
Uh-oh, thought Mr. DeLittle looking at a monster resting in the palm of his hand, could it be possible that the guy was not joking? The morning hangover did not cancel the morning hard-on, and the cock looked and was massively big.
Congressman woke his wife to share with her the news of this sudden development. Although Mrs. DeLIttle was surprised, her reaction was less than enthusiastic as she did not believe Congressman’s story, found the cock ridiculous and ugly, the whole situation obscene and embarrassing, and her husband – a “stupid dirty old man” and a “total prick.”
“Go see a doctor so that they could do something and remove this disgusting thing from your penis,” she suggested just before leaving the house for work.
She served as a Chief Financial Officer at a large corporation and had no time for nonsense.
Left alone in their city apartment, Congressman rummaged through kitchen drawers and found a retractable measuring tape. He carefully sized the length of his new cock from the pubic bone to the tip of the glans: full eleven inches and a quarter. Next, using the other side of the tape he measured it in metric units, twenty-eight centimeters! In centimeters I am way longer, pleasantly discovered the Congressman. He thought about measuring the girth, but the rigid metal tape was not suitable for that. Instead, the Congressman walked back to the bedroom.
Lying in bed, he was stroking his cock. The feeling of its length and girth, its overall might was extraordinarily empowering. The cock was begging for action. With his mind tuned to a certain wavelength, he suddenly thought of a young wife of one of his staffers and was about to plot a scenario under which the Congressman would send that staffer on a business trip and under some false pretense take his young pretty wife out on a date.
But before he was able to further elaborate on that fantasy, his mobile phone started vibrating and the caller ID showed BD2Go. The Congressman answered and a pleasant female voice on the other end introduced herself as Lacey, his account representative. Lacey explained that her job was to follow up on his experience and to make sure that the rental equipment functioned properly to full customer satisfaction. By accident apparently, she was in the neighborhood along with her assistant Tracey and offered to swing by for a short visit to make a quick check.