Like many other male infants, baby Rudyard Kendall was born with a hardon. Unlike most other male infants, he still had it at the end of the day, and of the next day, and of the next day. Then. his parents brought the matter to the attention of their pediatrician, Dr. Taylor. She was utterly nonplussed by it and referred them to a urologist, Dr. Schwanzarzt.

    Dr. Schwanzartzt examined Rudyard's little dingus carefully and listened to the area around it with his stethoscope. Then he told the worried parents, "Your son has chronic high flow priapism, an embarrassing but harmless condition which can be corrected surgically but rarely is because the surgery entails a significant risk of impotence.

    It is better to have a perpetual erection than no erections." Rudyard's father, Athelstan Kendall, asked if there were any complications or side effects about which he should know. "Just one" replied Dr. Schwanzarzt, "Your son will develop an unusually large penis. Most boys and men are proud of rather than distressed by this.

    "But how is he supposed to conceal this thing ?" asked Athelstan. "Once he is out of diapers and into briefs, have him hold his penis against his abdomen while pulls his his briefs up. It will hardly be noticeable."

    As soon as his tiny hands could grip anything, the first thing they gripped was his stiff little prong. It quickly became and remained his favourite toy. Little Ruddy didn't notice how he differed from other little boys until he started learning to swim at the YMCA. The other boys noticed him first. The little ones were amused, the older boys were awe-struck.

    Until the onset of pubescence at twelve, Ruddy's dick, though large for his age, was not really remarkable. However, the adolescent growth spurt which began about three months later began the rapid development of an abnormal phallus.

    Rudyard was 19 years old before the growth of his penis slowed to a virtual halt. By this time, his humongous shaft extended well up under his shirt, almost to his breastbone. He had got used to the admiring glances he received in the showers in high school and college. By this time, his sexual orientation was fully established. He was exclusively heterosexual.

    It didn't bother him when the queers got their rocks off staring at his whang. In fact it amused him. He didn't hate or even dislike queers, he just didn't want to have sex with them. Girls were another story, however.

    Ruddy enjoyed it greatly but didn't consider that it counted as a fuck. He had seen a few cunts and realised the hopelessness of the situation. No quim smaller than that of a cow or a mare could ever accomodate him, and he was no more into bestiality than into gay sex. 

    He did make one concession to gay sex. A queer in the YMCA swimming pool who blew his wad under the water while staring at Ruddy's incredible boner, much to Ruddy's amusement, told him that he could make a lot of money by posing for a gay magazine. He wouldn't have to do anything but let his equipment be photographed for the delight of thousands of gay men.

    Thus it was that pictures of Rudyard Kendall's genitals, under the nom d'image of "Roddy Kipling" came to be distributed throughout the world, labelled "Guaranteed unretouched and unprocessed by computer" though it is not clear who had agreed to honour the guaranty. As long as Ruddy received the royalties, he didn't give a flying fuck.

    Despite the money, though, and despite the admiration and even adulation his whang received, Ruddy tended to regard it as a curse. Undeniably, he was a freak. Worse yet, a freak who, though fully potent and horny as hell, could not fuck because the damned thing was too big. All it was good for was jacking off. At that he was a champion. 

    Frightened by all that they had heard about the size of his dick, few girls would date him and, of course, they wouldn't put out for him . The best he could usually hope to get was a hand job. He could do that for himself.

    Ruddy began consulting urologists and surgeons about the possibility of reducing the size of his monstrous member. He was assured that shortening it presented no major problems, but it was impossible to reduce the thickness. But, that was just the problem. It was nearly as thick as a home fire extinguisher. If it had been merely a problem of length, he could have left part of his prick outside of her. It was the thickness they balked at.

    Ruddy's maddening frustration received some unexpected and unwelcome relief during his junior year of college.  To his amazement, he contracted the mumps. They immediately descended into his balls.

    Ruddy REALLY had them this time. Both of his balls swelled to the size of mangoes, anchoring him to the bed. He quickly developed a high fever. Ultrasound examination of his swollen testicles revealed their

    The surgery was performed in Abelard Memorial Hospital . Mumps, being a viral disease, antibiotics had no effect on it, but they helped alleviate secondary infections. After 10 days, Ruddy was back on his feet with an empty bag behind his still rigid cock. Jerking off still felt  good, though not as good as before but now he couldn't cum at all.

    He was relieved when his sex urge was reduced to about 5% of what it had been, but he did NOT like the loss of body hair and especially did NOT like at all the gradual appearence of breasts on his formerly manly chest. At A-cup size, this became intolerable, so he was placed on a small maintenance dose of testosterone which, after some tweaking, left him with about 7% of his former sex urge, some body hair, and NO breasts

    Ruddy became almost unaware of his permanent erection and the heroic dimensions of his whang. These things were of much less importance to him than they had been and he devoted more of his attention and energy to other things, such as photography which ultimately became his career.