Case History 6

Subject: Rockland B. D. Age: 13

INTERVIEW ONE

At thirteen, Rockland B. D. was a fully developed male, physiologically speaking, that is. The size of his sexual organ was, literally, astounding. His organ simply looked like a joke. Some women, for example, have breasts that are so shockingly large that they are not so much beautiful, but ... one hesitates to say 'freaky,' but one might, out of a sense of devotion and loyalty to style. Rockland's organ fell, heavily, into that category.

Well, Doc, my problem is that I've got this huge cock of mine to deal with.

And it's a real problem, believe me!

Everybody says they'd like a really huge cock, but they only say that because they don't have one, not because it's so great to have.

It isn't great.

I mean, it is in a way, of course.

I'd be lying if I didn't admit that much.

But, believe me, having a cock as huge as mine is can cause as much of a problem as not.

But what can you do about it?

What can you do about a thing like that?

You can't amputate a cock. There's no way to shorten it. There's no way to disguise it convincingly.

You matter how you cover it up when it's as big as mine, it still shows.

It still is an obviously huge cock.

And it really freaks some people out.

They get all involved with thinking about it and sometimes they even go farther than that.

And that's when the problems usually start.

And there's something that makes matters even worse!

You know what it is?

Doc, you know what it is?

I have a tendency for hard-ons.

Well, tendency may not be a fair way to describe it, maybe not, I guess.

I don't know.

It's more like a continually on-going event.

I mean, I have a hardon almost all the time. And it's not my fault!

I mean, I don't do anything to encourage it. I don't stare at people's bodies in any kind of lustful way.

I don't dwell on anything, really, that would cause my cock to be ... ah, stimulated ... my emotional triggers, you know, Doc, right?

I think my eternal hard-ons are more chemical than anything else.

It probably has to do with being thirteen.

Yes, I am just thirteen.

What do you mean what else do I do? You mean besides have hard-ons on the time? Oh, well, let me see.

I speak eight languages, for one thing. My grandmother is raising me, both my parents are dead. And is a teacher of languages, was for years. She taught at the University of Chicago. Sure she did! Didn't you know that?

Oh, yeah, granny taught there all right. As a matter-of-fact, she was the head of the department for almost twenty-three years.

So I do speak the languages. Habla Espenol? ue tal?

Bonjour?

Hjyyzvon?

Buon giorno?

Guten tag?

Well, there's always chess.

I began studying only about a year ago, but my professor is Emanuel Von Turgen, you know him?

I'll have to introduce you some time, if you like. The Professor likes Americans.

So it's not that I don't have other interests. I do.

Lots of them.

But I always have a hardon and with a cock as huge as mine, it makes life real difficult sometimes.

Everybody always wants to get to my cock.

I guess that's why I'm, here, Doctor. I'm hoping you can help me with my hard-ons.

At least if I didn't have hard-ons all the time, my cock wouldn't be so damned obvious through my clothes.

You know what I mean?

Here, I'll stand up so you can see for yourself what it is that I'm talking about. There! See?

A hard-on, right? Well, now what am I supposed to do about it? Really, it's distracting.

I mean, look at it! I can see by the way your eyes look that you've really never ever seen anything like it before in both your personal and professional life.

And I've got balls to match, too!

And, really, it's ridiculous. I mean, if I were going to grow up to be a huge guy, at least the sense of proportion would be a little bit better.

But I'm only going to get to six foot or so.

And I've just got an average frame. I wear a size fifteen and a half shirt. My pants are thirty-two in the waist and my length is just 34.

But I've got this huge cock all out of proportion to my medium build.

It was Miss Lincoln who pointed it out to me for the first time.

Miss Lincoln is my art teacher at Watterson High, out in the Pointe.

She's got a real eye for proportion and perspective and that sort of thing.

But that's no surprise, is it. After all she is an art teacher. She did take her masters from the University of Dallas, and that's a good school, very solid art department.

Hell, Blavatsky teaches there. And there's talk that Rowden might start teaching there in the fall.

So, like I said, it was Miss Lincoln was the first one to actually point out the face that my cock is unusually huge.

I mean, I know others have looked at it and thought as much. I can tell by the way they stare at it through my pants.

I mean, they really stare at it. It sort of hypnotizes some people the way a piper hypnotizes a cobra.

Except in this case, it's the cobra that's doing the hypnotizing!

But Miss Lincoln was the first person to stare at it and then actually come right out and say something about how huge it was.

And that kind of surprised me.

Firsts always do surprise me, sort of. Sometimes it's pleasant, most of the time. Oh, once in a while it can be disturbing, too.

That's what I'm hear to talk about, Doctor.

You've just got to do something with this terrible hardon of mine.

I mean, just think what you would do if you had a cock as huge as mine!

How would you like it?

Or who knows?

Maybe you would like it. Would you? Would you like to have a cock as huge as mine? I never thought about that. Maybe you would really, really get off on it! I mean, a cock this huge! And hard, no less! All the time, no less!

I mean, if that were you, how would you respond to it?

How would you like people staring at your cock all the time?

And I mean staring at it all the time. Not just sometime.

All the time. In church, even!

Christ, you can't even walk back from the communion rail with your hands folded in front of you without three hundred people staring at your crotch from behind their palms?

I'm the talk of the congregation, I'm sure!

Well, would you like that?

I don't dare shower in public places!

It's like taking my life in my hands!

Mr. Mallory, he's the principal, he gave me special permission to skip all the gym and swimming classes.

My cock upsets all the rest of the guys.

Especially in the showers.

And, of course, that's always that infernal hardon to make matters even worse.

People are afraid to get into the showers with me, not that I'd ever touch them, I wouldn't!

So when I want to work out in the gym or use the pool, I just wait till everybody is gone.

Mr. Mallory give me special permission for that, too.

He's been real nice about the whole thing.

Anyhow, it was Miss Lincoln who was the first to come right out and say anything about it, out loud and right to my face.

"Boy, Rockland, there's something I've been meaning to say to you for a long time, but just somehow haven't quite managed to get around to telling you about, for whatever reasons there may be, I don't know. But you have a huge cock, you know that, Rockland?"

"Yeah, I do," I told her. "I had noticed it myself, on occasion."

And then Miss Lincoln said, "Well, you know it's all out of proportion to the rest of your body, don't you?"

Well, of course, I told her that I thought so, too.

"Why, it's almost ... freakish!" she exclaimed, kind of ... well, sort of ... beside herself.

I was posing for her at the time, and she was painting a full-length portrait of me.

We were in her studio at the school and I was posing as a Greek spear-carrier.

You know, with my feet spread well and firmly apart, with one arm back and up high in the air, my whole body expectantly balanced, just at the very last moment before hurling the spear forward!

And I guess Miss Lincoln had gotten to the part where she was painting my crotch, and, well ... she couldn't help but noticing how huge my cock is, not with me costumed in a skin-tight black bathing suit.

Then she asked me if it were always that big.

And, boy, was that embarrassing.

Of course it wasn't always that big!

It's that big only when it's hard, not all the time. Well, a lot of the time, sure. Maybe even most of the time. Okay, most of the time, then.

What difference does it make?

How would you like it?

You know what I mean?

It gets to the point where you can't even have friends anymore.

How can you, when you don't think you can trust anybody?

And why should you, anyhow?

They don't trust you. Not when they take a look at your cock and realize how huge it is.

And, of course, they always take a look.

It's only natural to look, right?

Well, one look and a lot of people just don't trust you anymore.

Especially when you've got a hardon all the time.

They think you've got a hardon because they're staring at you, and then, naturally, you really do get a hardon.

Right?

And that makes matters even worse! Because now you do have a hard on because they're staring at you! You get what I mean? It's a vicious circle.

If someone were staring, just staring and staring and staring at your cock, wouldn't you get a hardon?

I bet you probably would.

Okay, so what do you say to people?

Once you reach that point, no matter what you say is bound to be beside the point, more or less.

So, then, what was I supposed to say to Miss Lincoln?

There she actually was, sitting there behind her canvas, asking me if my huge cock was always so huge, and I'm supposed to tell her, no, it's not always that big, but it is now because now I have my usual hardon?

Everything suddenly gets so complicated sometimes.

You don't know what to say.

So when that happens to me, I just don't say anything.

No, nothing, not a word.

I usually just smile?

You know, a real nice big smile. Like I'm smiling at you now. I mean, I want to reassure people. I like doing it, too. It comes natural to me.

And it sure beats talking about how huge your cock is when you can't really think of anything to say about it, anyhow.

So, then, the next thing I know, Miss Lincoln just puts her brushes down, gets up out of her seat and walks out from behind her canvas and comes right, straight up to me.

And then she says, "You know, Rockland, you're really amazing."

So I smile at her some more.

Everybody likes to think they're amazing.

Everybody is amazing, of course. We're all amazing.

But when people actually get around to talking about how amazing you are, suddenly you realize it more than you usually do.

And it's a trip, of course.

It's at least as good as smoke.

And I love marijuana!

And then Miss Lincoln says, "I mean, with that angel face of yours, Rockland. You look so perfectly innocent, like a Botticelli! And then there's that huge cock of yours! It's almost too much!"

Then she started to smile.

And it was such a good, natural smile.

Just like she couldn't help herself.

We were really smiling at each other a lot!

And then she said, "Rockland, we're friends, aren't we?"

And, of course, I said, "Sure we're friends, Miss Rockland. You're my favorite teacher of all time. Have I ever missed one of your classes? I'd be terribly hurt if I though you didn't think of me as your friend!"

"Well," Miss Lincoln said, "I'm glad to hear it," and she sighed, sort of deeply, and then her face got all serious. I guess mine did, too.

"Then do a friend a favor, Rockland," Miss Lincoln said, "and take your bathing suit off for me. I really want to take a long, good, hard look at that exceptional cock of yours, as an artist. You understand?"

And, of course, I understood!

And artist has to see everything there is to see.

It's part of being an artist.

If it's there to be seen, it's the artist's joy and duty to gaze upon it and take it in.

That's what Professor Blavatsky says, and he's an International Grand Master!

And granny agrees with him, too.

In eighteen languages.

So I took my bathing suit off so Miss Lincoln could appreciate my huge cock as an artist.

"Oh, I wish I were blind!" she then cried out.

And that one shocked me!

What did she mean she wished she was blind? And I asked her about it.

And see said that if she were blind she would have to touch it and feel it and squeeze it and pet it and pull it and play with it if she were going to see it.

So I said, "Well, why don't you, Miss Lincoln?"

And she said, "Well, but Rockland, I can see it so I don't have to do all those other things, too."

But I saw through that one right away!

So I said, "Yes, but Miss Lincoln, if you do touch it and play with it and feel it and squeeze it and whatever it, then you'll be seeing it all the better! Don't you think so?"

And that kind of touched something inside her.

Some people are just logical, that's all. And when you tell them something that makes sense, they really appreciate the fact that it does make sense, and then they take action right away.

Usually the right action, too!

So Miss Lincoln, she just reaches up to the platform, grabs my huge, hard cock, and somehow manages to actually get the whole head of the big thing right in her mouth!

And, boy, was that terrific!

Talk about a teacher/student relationship!

It's amazing how much a person can learn when they really want to.

Then Miss Lincoln reached up and cupped both of my huge balls in her hands.

She was licking my cockhead all over with her tongue.

I don't know how she did it.

And then she just sort of leaned forward and stood on her tiptoes and sucking the whole length of the thing into her mouth.

And I watched it going in! Talk about amazed!

That was me, all right! Mr. Amazement of Watterson High!

Oh, Christ! look at the clock, Doctor! I've got to get going!

Good-bye!

And with that, he was gone! One minute Rockland was sitting across from me, talking, and the next minute he was gone! It was really kind of amazing. I hadn't experienced anything quite like that before. As he talked, I seemed to have slipped off into some kind of trance or other as I listened. Yes. I even made a note of it in my personal diary.

INTERVIEW TWO

And, of course, at our next session, there he was again. I couldn't help but stare at his cock. Not only was it actually and genuinely huge, really exceptional, but that is all he was talking about, also. Luckily, when he walked into the room, he sat down almost immediately and went right back into his story, just where he'd left off the week before. Thank God, as is said, for little favors.

So, there she was, Doctor, sucking my cock way, deep into her mouth!

Her long, blond hair was tickling my balls, too!

And I just stood there kind of stupefied with amazement to watch her taking me into herself!

I mean, she must have had at least the first ten inches of it in her hot, wet, moist mouth!

And, I mean, I was really amazed that she had been able to even get the tip of it in her mouth at all!

It's so thick!

I didn't know anybody could open their mouth that wide!

But Miss Lincoln sure could!

And another six inches went in!

She just leaned forward and up a little bit more and took in another six inches of my hot, throbbing cock, just like that!

Uggh!

Oh, it makes my cock hard even just talking about it.

Ah, Doctor, you, ah ... say, being a Doctor of the soul and all, you wouldn't mind if I took my cock out and just sort of, well ... you know, right? ... just sort of, jacked off while I'm telling you about Miss Lincoln, okay?" Gee, thanks! Oh, yeah!

That's much better! Yeah, much, much better. That's a whole lot better, sure!

Okay, where were we?

Oh, yes! Sixteen inches so far!

Then she pulled her mouth off.

Just, pulled it off and left me hanging there, or pointing straight up as the case may be.

Because when she pulled her mouth off it, it just sort of swung up into the air and hit against my stomach.

Yeah, that makes me smile, just remembering that. When it hit, it made a slapping sound!

Oh, that feels good!

Sometimes a guy just as to jack off when he's talking about women.

That's why I want some advice from you.

Is there any such thing as too much jacking off?

I mean, can a person really jack off too much?

Or is it really better to have Miss Lincoln or somebody doing other things with you?

I mean, I know I won't go blind or get hair on my palms or any of that stuff, but like now, for instance.

Should I resist the impulse to be jacking off right now?

Ohhhh, but it does feel good, that you have to admit.

Right? You do admit it, don't you?

Okay, then! There you are!

So then Miss Lincoln says to me, all kind of out of breath, but real pleased with the whole situation, "You know, Rockland, I really like seeing your cock that way, but the trouble is I really want to see the whole thing, all of it, as much as I can. And I really don't believe I can get all of it in my mouth."

And I just hated seeing Miss Lincoln looking disappointed.

She's so beautiful.

And when a beautiful woman looks disappointed, it's almost just too much to bear.

It really is unbearable, in the true sense of the word.

So I just asked her if she had any suggestions to offer.

And she said, "Yes, I do," and she started taking her clothes off right then and there.

And the next thing I know, we've got the whole length of my huge, long, thick, hard cock stuffed all the way up her hot, throbbing pussy!

Oh, yeah, wow, wow!

That feels so good!

Arggh!

Oh, just taking about the way her hot, clinging pussy took to my cock ... it really freaks me out!

And Miss Lincoln shoved the whole length of her tongue down my throat.

Boy, does she have a tongue!

So I started pumping away at her!

And that's what she really wanted, so both of us were having a great time, I mean really great!

Oh, yeah!

That feels so good!

Arggh!

So there I am, pumping away like crazy, all the way in, all the way out, in and in and in and in!

Then all the way, all the way, all the way, all the way out again!

And, then, you know. In and out, in and out, in and out.

And each time in was different from the time before and the time before that and the time before that!

And the same thing the other way, too.

Except coming out and out and out and out, it's always different every time, too!

No two strokes are the same!

Oh, yeah!

It's always different! Arggh!

And viva la difference! Ohhhhhhh! Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Oh!

Yes, well.

So you know what I mean? Doctor?