Job.

Actually, I am a student who has entered the third year of study. Two courses I studied in full-time, and then transferred to correspondence. And no, because it was difficult for me to concentrate on my studies, because my relatives could not satisfy my ever-increasing demands, and I began to experience a shortage of cash. "The rescue of a drowning man is the work of the drowning man himself!" So I acted in accordance with this principle, began to look for a well-paid job.

I was lucky, my childhood friend, and now a successful businessman, with whom we grew up in the same yard, invited me to the position of fitness trainer. Most likely, remembering my classes in gymnastics, in which I did not reach the heights, allowing, without thinking about the other, just to devote myself to playing sports. Although these lessons brought me some dividends: well-developed muscles in combination with my one hundred and ninety centimeters of height; excellent flexibility and decent strength. I was not a jock, but the ability to keep myself in shape, and even more so free to play sports at work, promised to reduce the gap in my budget. Especially Slava, my employer and friend, hinted that they practice private lessons in their free time. For a certain payment - of course, with departure to the client. The firm was supposed to be ten percent of the tariff, and the rest fell on the pocket. Moreover, everyone looked through their fingers at the minimum tariff that was set out in the application.

That's how I became the coach of several groups of young and not very attractive and rich women and girls who want to keep themselves in shape.

***

The first week everything went fine. I mastered at work. Drove his charges, and in the hours of inactivity swung. Watched the client and colleagues. So far ... until I was called to the director. Director, the same omnipresent glory began the conversation from afar:

- You know Kolyan ... - he went to the bookcase, behind which, as I knew, there is a bar with exclusive alcoholic drinks for special occasions. “I respect you, but you should reconsider your uniform,” he finished glumly.

- What's wrong? - I was surprised, looking at myself, - everything seems to be in order, - flashed through my head, - leotard, sneakers, sports shirt without sleeves. All light blue, without bright spots and not conspicuous.

“And of course you don’t understand, as always ...” Glory said in a strange way.

- Not! - I began to freak out, - say it is not darker, than my appearance does not suit you?

- ... - Glory threw up his hands, - but of course! - he continued, - had I had such “wealth”, I would also have walked in tight tights! But ... - he made a dramatic pause, - very expensive, bringing great profits, clients, or rather their male halves, - he said with a sigh, - they look at your PR very negatively ... - and skeptically looked at my tights. To be honest, he looked not just at the leotard, but at what stood out with a very decent knoll in the crotch, just between the legs.

- Even so? - I suddenly realized and, stretching out my hand, scratched the very place he was talking about. - So I wear tights exclusively for ... - I could not find the right definition and was silent, considering what I heard.

- That's exactly what they think! - hastily muttered Slava turning away.

“I hope you don't think so of me?” - I said through clenched teeth.

There was a short pause, and I turned away and went to the window. I must say that the topic touched upon in the conversation was a sore point for me.

- What is bad is, you ask, that the man has a dick a little more than usual ...

“Although a bit more,” flashed through me, “rather far from the truth!”

Since the age of fifteen, the size of the phallus began to bring me some trouble! As soon as I persuaded my girlfriend to drag her to bed and pull off her underwear, as was the refusal:

- Are you crazy? I'm not giving it! Yes, you tear me into two parts! - it was a very standard answer I received.

Sometimes, at best, after the violent enthusiasm and feeling of my “wealth”, it was possible to persuade another passion even for a blowjob or, at best, jerk between her tits ... But you must admit that this is not exactly what you want at that age, Yes, and not everyone agrees to open his mouth at the limit. As the saying goes: "The circus is gone, and the clowns are left!". This porn big and long cock is beautiful and beautiful. There is always a girlfriend who he is on the shoulder and the most beloved size, like Pyotka ... But in simple life such dimensions bring some disappointment ... I've read about the peasant who had a huge penis on the Internet, so when he had an erection, he fainted from a sharp drop in blood pressure. Thank God, I haven't gotten to that ... Although, I got pretty close to this.

From time to time I found someone who wanted it, but it was long and tedious. I recently had a girlfriend with whom I could fuck properly. Between her legs, most likely, the train could also enter, only now she left to look for a “beautiful” life in the capital of our Motherland, and I was left with nothing again. Rather not, but tete-a-tete with their problem. While I will find the next one satisfying the needs ... And as Robinson repeated in the film of the same name: “Two months of abstinence ...”, although it’s probably six months here. Not deadly, but still!

No, I understand that in the world, and in our town, most likely a lot of koi women will carry me in their arms, having learned about it, and even more so having tried it live, but how to find them? Make a public striptease or advertise in a newspaper?

“A young, athletic man of pleasant appearance, a university student wants to have an affair with a woman. Initial dimensions in the erect state: XX centimeters in diameter, length XX centimeters ... Small and narrow sheaths - not to offer. Possible bargaining ... "

- I'm fired? - I smiled sadly.

“No,” Slava said firmly, “you just have to wear something not so tight at the workout.” For example, larger sports pants, or sports trousers type bloomers. Do not be unnerving these gentlemen. Usually they pay for their passions - as expected, he scolded. “And by the way, from women,” he rolled his eyes, “not a single one spoke out against your clothes!” On the contrary, the influx of new ... And ... - he smiled - it was in your groups! - And I continued the topic, - and you remember, - he continued to smile, - as we won the bet from Katka ...

- Yeah, - I remembered, - we won ... Only now I had to take off my pants and demonstrate the rising member at her girlfriends!

- You are then not weakly in the mouth otebal! And when finished, so she almost choked, poor thing. Yes, and her jaw, probably, had been sick for a week! - got caught on haha ​​boss.

- Yeah ... - I pulled, recalling an episode of our razpizdyayskoy life, - I then played on her, - pretended to laugh, I supported him.

- This does not happen! - mimicking Katka, said Slavik, - these photos are processed in Photoshop ... - he continued.

- Got to the girl, - I thought. - It is my fault, I went to the principle ... And how many witnesses were there. And I ... is also good ... - I was beaten by belated repentance, - I was drunk. We then crushed the bubble for two ... So I could not help myself from the “hunger”.

- Well, we agreed? - Boss hit the table. - Will you have a beer?

- No, - I figured the schedule, - I have two more groups ...

When I turned my back on him to get out of the office, he quietly, it seems, crushing a smile, said:

- By the way ... Do you have a day off tomorrow?

- Yes, why? - I stiffened. Not that I expected a dirty trick, but the tone with which the question was asked was immediately alerted.

“The application for the individual training was received,” he added again after a dramatic pause. - Name! Can you - Without giving me time to speak, said Glory.

- When and to whom? - I automatically asked, seeing how my friend's face spreads in a contented smile

- You can say very "expensive" ...