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From: Nate <nate_whtmn1960@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASS} Turning Out Tracy (sample scene, teens, dirty talk, size, humil)
Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2005 09:20:38 -0700
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"Jesus, Brad. We ALL saw it! Your mom's boyfriend has a fucking
horse dick .." Tommy Norris burst out laughing, beer snorting through
his nose.
"I said 'shut the fuck up' already, would ya ..?" Brad Vincent
hissed. His face was fire-engine red. He was sitting with his
girlfriend, Tracy Monroe, along with six more of his eighth-grade
friends in Keith Manning's basement.
After running through all the cable TV channels and finding nothing to
hold their interest, the teens had quickly settled into shooting the
shit, busting balls, and drinking some beers Danny Montana had scammed
from Linda Carver's house. Inevitably, after his friends had imbibed
a few brews, the subject had turned to the subject of sex - porn videos
and penis size to be more specific.
Tara Shumway began telling them all about this black porn stud she'd
seen with a foot-long dick, when suddenly Tommy, Keith and Danny cut
her off and start regaling the girls - Linda, Tara, Monica Hartwell and
Tracy - with a detailed description of Rick Stroyer, the man who had
recently begun dating Brad's mom.
"Man, with a cock that big, he must be banging the living SHIT outta
your mom," Keith roared.
"Stop it .." Brad fumed while his friends broke out into another
raucous round of guffaws. Even the girls were joining in now, all
except for his own girlfriend Tracy. She was strangely silent and had
a weird, scary look in here eye. Brad didn't even want to imagine
what was running through his girlfriend's mind now. Tracy spent a
lot of time over at Brad's house, and she knew both his mom and Rick.
In fact, they'd all just had dinner together the night before last.
Tracy must have been almost as embarrassed by this as Brad.
"You mean you guys like saw his .. THING!?" Linda Carver squealed.
"REALLY?"
"How could we fucking miss it ..?" Danny bellowed. "We were like
all in the showers after Wednesday night basketball, and the guy comes
walking in, and the fucking thing is hanging down to his fucking knee,
and you've seen the guy. He's like what, maybe 6'5" ..? I
mean at first - through all the steam and everything - I thought he was
carrying some kind of fucking flesh-colored fire hose or something. I
mean that fucking thing is as thick as Brad's arm .."
"Was it like .. hard ..?" Tara Shumway squeaked.
"Stop it .." Brad tried to cut in. "Please .."
"Fuck no, it wasn't hard!" Tommy jumped in. "It was just
hanging there, limp. Danny's right. It didn't even look real
until he started soaping it up."
"You fucking watched him wash his .. thing ..?" Monica Hartwell was
flabbergasted.
"You couldn't fucking help it," Keith laughed. "I mean that
shower area is fucking maybe 10 foot square. The guy's dick fucking
filled up the whole area. He stood there washing himself and talking
to us all, so like what the fuck ..? I mean you couldn't help seeing
it."
"So it got like .. hard ..?" Tara pressed.
"Not REAL hard," Danny answered. "But a little you know, from
washing it .."
"But it was hard enough so that you could see it would get even
bigger with an erection," Tommy added.
"It'd have to be like a foot and half if it was really hard,"
Keith added knowingly.
"You guys are like so much exaggerating!" Linda insisted.
"The fuck we are," Keith protested. "Tell her, Brad. Tell her
were not bullshitting."
"Fuck you all," Brad stood up from the couch and stormed up the
stairs and out of Keith's basement. Behind him, he heard a chorus of
laughter and footsteps running up the steps behind him. He turned to
see Tracy following him down the hallway.
"Are we going?" Tracy asked as she walked a step behind him.
"They're being assholes," Brad snapped. "Fucking assholes."
"They're just screwing around," Tracy's voice betrayed the fact
that she wanted to stay. "Come on. Get over yourself."
"Listen, you can fucking stay and listen to their bullshit. But
I'm going home, okay ..? They just don't know when to fucking
stop, and I'm sick of it."
"Come on," she tugged at his arm. "Just come back downstairs and
have some beers. They'll forget about it. I promise."
"No, they won't. You don't know them. Keith, Tommy and Danny
haven't let up on this shit since we got out of basketball Wednesday
night. Every other fucking minute, it's Rick's dick this, Rick's
dick that."
"You need to chill out and lighten up. They're just fucking with
you because they see how much it pisses you off. If you just ignored
them, they'd cut it out."
"Guys aren't like that," Brad explained. "They don't give a
shit whether they get a rise out of me or not. They know I hate it, so
they'll just keep at it."
"Why the hell do you even care so much anyway? I mean who cares if
Rick has a big dick?"
"He's dating my mom, okay ..? I mean how would you feel if your
mom was going out with some guy, and everybody kept talking about how
big of a cock he had?"
"I'd be happy for mom that she found him, and she was getting
satisfied," Tracy laughed.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"What do you mean, 'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?'"
"That shit about 'getting satisfied'? What the fuck do you mean
by that?"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Brad?"
"What? Do you think the only guys who can satisfy a girl are guys
with big cocks?"
"Come on, Brad. I didn't say that."
"That's what you meant, though, isn't it?"
"You're acting like a retard now."
"The fuck I am. I know what you fucking meant."
"Jesus, Brad. Get a fucking grip, will ya'!?"
"I'm outta here. You can just go back downstairs with the rest of
the sluts."
"Brad .." Tracy reached out and tried to grab Brad's arm, but he
pushed her away and stormed out the house. As he feet pattered down
the driveway, he didn't hear any footsteps behind him.
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