Big Cock Graduate

Doug graduates from college, dumps his controlling girlfriend, and discovers the attraction of confidence and a big cock. The first part introduces some of the main characters. There is some voyeurism, group sex, and anal sex. Future chapters will involve some incest and mild domination.

This is the start of a second story series after the story line of Neighborhood Moms and Daughters. It is totally unrelated to this series of stories but if you like this, please give them a read.

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All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter 1: Graduation, New Direction.

I threw my cap into the air with three hundred newly minted engineers. School was done. A new life was about to start. I shook hands with and hugged my friends. We had been through tough times and hard projects together. We had learned to work as a team; and college had expanded our minds to what was possible in the world and what was possible with our lives.

We milled around after the ceremony and I found Andrew and Cathy, who were my closest friends in engineering. I lifted Cathy off her feet for a big bear hug. She was a five-foot waif and I was a six and half foot athlete.

Cathy said, “When you lift me up to your height, I am always amazed at the change in perspective from up here. Especially in a crowd.”

Andrew and I embraced, and he asked if I had gotten the lease for the house, that we were all going to rent together in the city.

I said, “Check your inbox. It is signed and delivered. I am moving in this weekend. I start my new job on Monday.”

“No rest for the wicked,” teased Andrew. “I have another interview on Friday and will be there next week. Speaking of no rest, I have to get to the business school grad to see Nancy walk across the stage.”

Cathy asked, “Has Nancy found a place to live? I know she has a job lined up to start in a week or so.”

“Not yet,” Andrew said. “If she crashes with us for while, would either of you mind? She would pitch in with help, I am sure.”

We both had no issue with Nancy and quickly agreed.

I said, “Just don’t let Linda know this plan.”

Cathy gave me a quizzical look and asked, “Why not?”

I rolled my eyes and said, “She wanted us to live together after school and is super jealous that I am going to live with you and Andrew, and not her. If she hears that Nancy is there as well, she will blow a gasket. Speaking of Linda, I better get over to her grad ceremony as well.”

Cathy and Andrew both shook their heads a bit as I talked about Linda. They disapproved at how controlling Linda was. I did agree with them, and this was why I hadn’t agreed to move in with her.

Cathy took off with Andrew to see Nancy’s grad. Cathy had introduced Nancy to Andrew, and they were tight as well.

When I got to the arts grad, Linda was just posing with her huge class for the big group picture. As the group broke up, she made a beeline for me.

She jumped up and gave me a huge hug and passionate kiss, pressing her body into mine. “I love how easy it is to spot you in a crowd. If we ever get separated, I just look for your head above all the others.” Linda said, “Let’s get out of here and celebrate.”

Linda didn’t have many close friends, so we headed back to her apartment. She shut the door and threw her grad cap on the chair. She licked her full lips and then grabbed the bottom of her grad gown and revealed that she had only worn shoes underneath.

Linda had a great body with large, firm breasts which were now capped by stiff brown nipples. She crooked her index finger at me and said, “Get that gown and clothes off, I want some graduated engineering cock in me now!”

Who was I to argue? I stripped quickly with Linda helping me and then when taking my last sock off, she pushed me so I would fall onto her bed.

Linda grasped the base of my member and gave it a few pumps. “I love your huge nine-inch cock, Doug. I knew it would be huge when I saw your hands and size fourteen feet. It fills me completely.” She gave it a quick lick and then crawled up me to straddle my face and lower her trimmed pussy onto my waiting tongue.

I loved eating her pussy and only wished that she would reciprocate more on the oral side. When she was close, I pushed her over the edge by pushing a finger into her ass.

After she came, she moved back and mounted my now raging cock. After she got off again, I orgasmed in her pussy.

Linda loved sex, but it was certainly more on her terms.

I didn’t really know any better, as she was really my first girlfriend.

I had lost both my parents in my last year of high school. While other kids were partying it up, my twin sister Ally and I, did funeral arrangements and split up the meagre estate. We had ankara moldovyalı escortlar both been accepted to colleges that were far apart. Luckily, we both had full scholarships. I was recruited for volleyball and she was a star swimmer. We agreed that focusing on college would get our minds off of the tragedy we had experienced. I did not get to see enough of her as she was equally consumed with school.

Trying to combine an engineering degree with a varsity sport was hard work. I had to keep my grades high to maintain the scholarship and so my first couple years at college were a hard grind.

I met Linda early in third year when the grind had lessened, or I had, at least, learned to deal with the workload more effectively.

Linda was nice to me and we got along well. As mentioned, she loved sex, and taught me a lot. How to please a woman with foreplay, my mouth, and my cock. She could be adventurous and on one memorable weekend, we tried anal sex which was a real turn on for me.

Linda also tried to dominate my free time. She couldn’t understand that I had to do work in groups and part of this was spending some casual time with them. This was how I connected with Andrew and Cathy.

After our little romp, Linda rolled off of me and went to the washroom. She returned and threw a damp cloth at me saying: “Wipe up, we can’t have you all crusty when we do this again tonight.”

I laughed and said, “You would still take me, crust and all.”

She came and laid down next to me and took the warm cloth from me and started to clean up her juices off of my face and then around my groin. While wiping, she asked, “Have you signed that lease yet? You know that we could both share the bachelor apartment I have.”

I answered in a frustrated voice, “Linda, we have been through this; you are on the other side of the city and it would mean commuting over an hour each way, every day.” I didn’t add that I was feeling a bit stifled with her and wanted to make other friends and develop some of my own interests.

“I could make it worth your while,” she said provocatively. “I would blow you to orgasm once a week and even let you put that monster in my ass once a month.”

The frustration in my voice intensified as I said, “So, if I move in with you, you will put me on a schedule of blowjobs and tolerate something I want to do once every month?”

Linda clearly wasn’t hearing my tone and said, “I will even throw in a titty fuck. I don’t want you living with Cathy. She has eyes for you, and I don’t trust her.”

This was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. I got up and started putting on my clothes in silence.

Linda finally realized something was wrong, and said, “Doug, what is wrong?”

I looked at her and shook my head finally saying, “Linda, we have a big problem with trust and respect.”

Linda was confused and asked, “What do you mean? I love you and want to be with you.”

I said back, “You may love me in your way, but it is deeply flawed. You love sex, but you only love it your way. You don’t reciprocate on oral and now have reached a new low by using sex as an incentive to get me to do something I don’t agree with.”

Linda had gotten a cross look on her face, but I pushed forward, “The second area is trust. When you say that you don’t trust Cathy, what you are really saying is that you don’t trust me.”

Linda’s temper flared and she yelled, “I didn’t say that I didn’t trust you! I offered up blowjobs and anal because I thought it would be fun.”

I was losing my temper as well, and said, “If you thought blowjobs were fun, you might actually try them more than once in a blue moon. I don’t want you to do them because you feel you must; I want you to do them because you want to. On the trust front, you didn’t say you didn’t trust me, but all your actions and conniving speak otherwise. I am going to go join my friends and we can talk next week after we have moved.”

I walked out as Linda screamed, “Yeah, go run to your little pixie! She won’t fuck you like I do. She might not even like guys.”

With that, I closed the door and texted Andrew and Cathy. They were out for dinner on the patio with Nancy, and would save me a chair. I joined them as they were ordering main courses and powered off my phone. I added my order along with pint of beer.

I spilled my guts to them about Linda. I shared the rationing of oral program that she proposed.

“Wow, you really need a new girlfriend. Reciprocal benefits are just table stakes in any relationship I have ever been in,” Nancy said, as she winked at Andrew.

They were all sympathetic and understood what a big deal it was. My mood brightened with them and by the end of dinner, we were all laughing and telling stories. Andrew begged off to see his folks which left me with just Cathy and Nancy.

They both confided in me that they thought this break was great for me.

Cathy said, “Doug, you are a great guy. You are smart, athletic, sincan ukraynalı escortlar good looking, and above all, kind. Women will flock to you once you get your confidence back. Linda was controlling in a bad way. She was insanely jealous, selfish and you can do so much better than her.”

I choked up a bit as Nancy added, “Cathy is spot on. Linda has monopolized your time and got you when you were vulnerable. Spread your wings. You have graduated and have a great job lined up. Plus, you have friends who will help.”

I gave them both meaningful hugs of thanks. We capped off the evening with a round of shooters and then headed back to our apartments.

I got up the next morning with resolve. I had to pack and get my stuff in my beater of a car and make the three-hour trek to the city and my new life. I turned on my phone to almost twenty text messages from Linda and three voice mails. I read and listened. Her anger increased progressively through all the messages and ended it, all with a final, “FUCK YOU.”

The move to the city was uneventful. I was the first to move in as I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Cathy arrived on Saturday, and Andrew arrived on Sunday. I helped them both get their stuff situated.

They were both glad to see that I wasn’t too upset about the break-up. I shared with them Linda’s final send-off and they both laughed.

Andrew said that his interview had not gone well on Friday. The company was reconsidering the expansion hiring that they were doing. He wasn’t too down about it and had another interview mid week. He added that Nancy would be arriving on Monday as her place had fallen through.

Cathy and I both started our jobs on Monday. We were both junior engineers at different tech companies. I was out in Technology Park and she was downtown. Nancy was going to work for a bank, downtown as well; so they would sometimes commute together.

Time flew that first week with all the work of setting up, both in the house and at work. My colleagues seemed great and started calling me ‘Stretch’. The only downside at work was that it was a largely male environment. This might be a good thing as mixing work with love could be trouble. This made me think of Cathy who I found delightful, but thought that starting a relationship with her would destroy the great thing I had going living with my friends.

Andrew had his interview that week for a multinational company developing tidal energy installations. He was hopeful to hear more by early next week.

On the weekend, we found a local watering hole that suited us all. Over a dinner of wings and beer, the girls started teasing me about going on dates.

I told them about work, and they agreed that I shouldn’t fish off the company pier.

They suggested online dating as a viable option in a new city. I didn’t have a clue on what to do, or which app to use. They both laughed and said that my naivete was cute. They ran me through the choices from hook-up to serious matchmaking.

I declined the hook-up sites, as I always had craved connection, and chose a popular site where I needed to do an extensive profile with pictures.

On Sunday, I worked on a profile and scoured my phone for some pictures. I answered the questions and added some sports shots from volleyball and cropped some pics where I had been with Linda.

Nancy had seen me working on it during the day as she prepared for her first day on the job. By the end of the day, curiosity got the better of her and she asked if she could see the profile. I was happy for the help and turned my laptop towards her.

She looked through and started shaking her head and furrowing her brow. She looked up, smiled, and said, “You really are an engineer.”

I had a questioning look, and she turned the laptop to me and said, “You need to be more creative in how you describe yourself. You just went with the facts and didn’t make them playful or humorous. Your pictures are all crops of time with Linda or sports shots.”

Cathy walked by, and Nancy drew her in to the conversation and critique. Cathy was initially more on my side about the facts, but she was eventually swayed by Nancy who had a flair for marketing. They then both made me dress up for some pictures on the front lawn and against a white wall.

Nancy and Cathy were a bit critical of my clothing and suggested a trip to a suit store. “Your clothes are all too loose on your body. The shirts don’t show your physique and your pants are baggy. You can’t just wear sweats anymore.”

I complained that getting clothes for a six-foot six person was harder than they might imagine. To get shirts that fit my neck, they would blouse out around my body.

They sympathized and said they could still work with what I had.

We took some head shots and full body pics. They even got me to go shirtless for one shot which they said wouldn’t be on the front page of my profile, but would help when the ladies saw my chest and abs.

It was getting elvankent minyon tipli escortlar late, and we packed it in after they hit submit on my profile. I thanked them both for the help.

Nancy said, “We will get you fixed up with a good starter girlfriend and get you prepared for the big leagues.”

Work was ramping up quickly and I wasn’t getting home until late for the next couple of nights.

Wednesday was a big day in the house. I got home at dinner time to find out that we were all going to the pub. I changed into casual clothes and we all walked to the pub. Nancy and Andrew were hand in hand ahead of us.

Cathy whispered that something had happened in Andrew’s second interview.

We got to the pub and all ordered pints. Nancy and Andrew both had concerned looks on their faces.

I broke the ice asking about the interview.

Andrew talked about how exciting the company was and how much they liked him. I was waiting for the ‘but’. He finally dropped the bomb that they had offered him a great job, but it would require him to move to Scotland where they had a tidal power installation. He was torn up about the decision as it would mean that he would leave us and more significantly, Nancy.

Nancy was firm in saying that he should take the job and that their relationship could survive. She added that he wouldn’t be letting us down, as she would just take over his room in the house.

Andrew tried to say he shouldn’t do this; but we could tell that he wanted the role, and it was only Nancy that was holding him back.

Nancy broke his resolve with the idea that if he stayed here for an inferior job, he would always resent her to some degree, and she couldn’t live with that.

Andrew relented. He would likely leave for Scotland by the end of the week.

We all toasted luck to him, but I knew we would miss him.

The next nights were quiet in the house as Andrew prepared to leave. I was sitting with Cathy in the kitchen, when she asked how the dating profile had worked out?

I admitted that I hadn’t paid it much attention, but had seen numerous messages pop up.

She demanded that we review the responses and wanted to help me weed out the bad actors.

I passed her my laptop and she got to work.

Cathy was a virtuoso on the computer and had windows with profiles tiled to one side with my message history on the other. There had a been over a hundred responses and she quickly started discounting many.

Phrases like: ‘too old’, ‘dominatrix’, ‘skank’, ‘gold-digger’ and ‘bimbo’ came out of her mouth as she cut the chaff.

I joked that she shouldn’t just dismiss bimbos. She looked at me seriously and said, “You were the one who didn’t want to swipe right on pictures,” and then broke into a playful grin.

She handed the computer back to me and said, “There are ten left. Let me know what you think.”

I went through the profiles she had left up. The women left were all attractive and had a decent education. I narrowed it down to five and showed Cathy.

She looked through the five and cut one more out saying, “This one seems nice, but I think she might be too controlling, and you definitely don’t need that after Linda.”

I agreed and she handed back the laptop and told me to rank them.

Top of my list was a woman whose name was Tracy. She had beautiful red hair, white skin, and pepper of freckles across her nose. She was in early childhood education. The only downside was that she lived about an hour away.

Cathy thought this would be good for my first outing.

Nancy came by and Cathy drew her into conversation. Nancy largely agreed with Cathy. Her only thought was that Tracy might be on the other end of controlling. She thought about that for a second and then said, “That might be the perfect thing. Doug needs to learn to demonstrate confidence and he might have to show that to get anywhere with her.”

Nancy and Cathy worked out a couple of witty messages to send to Tracy.

At this point, I was just along for the ride as my beautiful housemates pimped me out.

While they were discussing message wording, I couldn’t help but think that maybe I was looking too far afield for a girlfriend. Cathy was very attractive and smart. The comment about fishing off the company pier came back and I held my resolve to not disrupt the house.

I sent the messages to Tracy as directed by my pimps and she responded enthusiastically.

We all took Andrew to the airport on Friday and wished him well.

Chapter 2: Tracy

I gave Tracy a call that night, with the girls trying to listen in. We agreed to meet on Saturday. Cathy and Nancy gave me a pep talk on being more assertive. They said that they loved that in their partners and would bet that Tracy would be looking for this, as well.

I was going to pick her up as she didn’t have a car. I found out through the call that she was twenty, had recently moved here from the east coast, and was now working as a nanny for a well-to-do woman. She had her own apartment which adjoined the house where she worked.

Tracy was quite engaging on the phone, and talked about her big move to the city after graduating in early childhood education. She hadn’t met a lot of other single people since moving, as her job had her with kids and parents most days.