Porno Flick Part 2

Allowing the tape to rewind as I cleaned up my mess, I couldn’t escape a singular fascination with something from the tape that had stuck in my mind. It was when Nina explained the club rules about which men were deemed to be worthy studs and which were undeserving and must become eternal boys. Six inches was the magic pivot point. More than six, you’re a stud; less than six, you lose it. (I wondered what happened if you were exactly six inches.)

I hadn’t really put a ruler to my dick since high school. The idea had always seemed unimportant and rather silly. To the best of my recollection, that time I measured in high school I came up a little short of six inches. But I reasoned that I wasn’t fully mature and would surely grow. I thought little more of the matter. I knew Michelle always seemed satisfied with what I had and that was certainly good enough for me. Surely I was normal. Six inches was normal, so I must have about six inches. Sure, those guys in the porno flicks were human donkeys, but I was normal. That was good enough for Michelle and good enough for me.

Nevertheless, that tape and Nina’s rules had put a bug in my mind. I had to know. Slipping on my briefs, I walked down to the desk in our living room. I looked in the drawer, removed a plastic twelve-inch ruler and returned to the bedroom. Flaccid, or turgid doesn’t count so I restarted the tape for stimulation.

At the end of the shaving scene (I had been masturbating) when Kim engulfed Herb,s denuded member inside her healthy bushy cunt and Nina ground her crotch into his face, I was hard as a rock. Quickly popping the ruler on top of my shaft I was shocked and disappointed. I had less than five and one-half inches! Rationalizing that I was not at my maximum potential, I frantically pumped and stroked, watching the erotic scenes on the tape. However, each time I applied the ruler I got the same demoralizing reading. Putting a pillow beneath my hips, arching my back and pushing the ruler hard against my pube, I could only get a little more than five and three-quarters. I was overwhelmed with the sobering realization that if I were in Nina’s club I would be found wanting. I would be reduced to an eternal boy!

I found the idea both frightening and compelling. It added fresh exuberance to my masturbation session. This time I lasted until I watched Herb’s penis slipping off over the catheter, then I couldn’t hold it any longer. Watching the tape, I masturbated to climax three more times that day and four times the next day. Finally, I forced myself to put the tape away twenty-four hours before Michelle was due to return. I was afraid that if Michelle came home and found my sexual energies reduced or spent she would suspect me of cheating on her. Hiding the tape in the bottom of my underwear drawer, it was to remain my dirty little secret.

To my surprise, when Michelle returned, I found my sexual stamina increased rather than decreased. In spite of my marathon masturbation sessions over the weekend, I had more vitality and enthusiasm than ever! I felt a heightened awareness and appreciation for my equipment and manhood I had never felt before. Michelle had an exquisitely proportioned 5’3" body; voluptuous, but firm. She worked out several times a week and always took advantage of the fitness spas at the hotels where she stayed on her business trips. Gazing on her beauty as I lay beside her in bed, I felt grateful and privileged to be her partner.

I experienced a new level of erotic bliss as my 5 ½-inch member frantically probed the warm slick depths of Michelle’s pulsing womanhood. With my tight balls pressed against her soft labia and my mouth buried the tangles of her silky red hair, I would climax, squealing with rapture and ecstasy like I had never felt before. I was so thankful to have an intact organ that allowed me to consummate life’s greatest pleasure. At the moment of orgasm it seemed to be the essence and meaning of existence itself! All the while, I had an underlying preoccupation with the thought that I was indulging a pleasure of which I was not truly worthy.

The next week at work, I thanked Matt for the tape and gave him a new blank to replace the one he had copied for me. Other than that, neither Matt, Al, nor I mentioned the tape again. Michelle must have noticed my increased lovemaking vigor. But she only responded with tighter hugs, tighter leg locks, and more wildly bucking hips. I was in paradise!

On the weekends when Michelle was out of town, which was about once a month now, I would pull the tape out of its hiding place and recharge my fantasy. But one weekend, to my dismay, I reached into the bottom of my underwear drawer and found nothing. My heart came up in my throat as I grappled frantically through the briefs, socks, and tee-shirts. I must not have put it back in its place last time, I reasoned. I tried to think. Was it in the garage; the den; the basement? I was frantic! I didn’t want Michelle to find it and think I was some kind of pervert. I searched the house thoroughly that weekend, to no avail.

I picked Michelle up at the airport as usual, and when she was in the bedroom unpacking her bags her green eyes lit up with mischief.

"Darling, you haven’t been looking for something this weekend, have you?"

"Uh, ah, me… looking? Looking for what?"

Michelle laughed as she pulled the tape from her suitcase. "This!"

My fears were confirmed. "Uh… ah… I guess that means you know?"

"I’ve known for over two months now," she said, still laughing. "I was hoping you would come forward and tell me about it, but I suppose you wanted to keep the fun for yourself."

"Well… I was… you know, I was afraid…"

"And I was afraid you were going to wear it out!" she said, cackling with laughter. "But I’ve taken care of that. I had it burned onto a DVD disk. I have some friends in Dallas that do that, you know. That’s why I took it this weekend. I hope I didn’t ruin your weekend."

"Ah… no, of course not."

"Tell me, Eddie, do you ever masturbate while watching it?"

I was too embarrassed to answer. I stammered and uttered a couple of syllables, but no words came out.

"Well, now that I have it on disk I can take it with me on business trips and watch it on my laptop. I’ll leave you the tape. Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with masturbating to a video like that."

Reaching inside her suitcase, she took out a small paperback book and handed it to me. It was one of those little self-help books written by a psychiatrist. The book was basically about how sexual fantasies - even bizarre sadomasochistic fantasies - could actually be healthy and enhance lovemaking. I was relieved. Not only did Michelle not think I was a pervert, she was fascinated by the subject herself! I must say I found that thought a little disconcerting, but it was also turning me on.

"There’s one thing we’ve go to do right now, though, before we go any further." Michelle said, interrupting me as I leafed through the pages of the little book. "I’ve had my suspicions, but I need to know for sure. This will settle it once and for all."

Reaching back into her suitcase, Michelle pulled out a twelve-inch plastic ruler!

END OF PART 2

Farrell Squire

December 2, 2001

Continued in Part 3