Mr. Wallace

By Ron Williamson

Mr. Wallace. My English teacher at school. He was a dark complexed fat guy in his mid forties. By fat, I don’t mean that he was obese. No, he was far from that. By fat, I mean that he had a big round, but firm, belly. He had a big thick chest, thick arms and legs, and a beautiful chubby face, with the most adorable button nose. He had dark curly hair, a thick mustache, and he always seemed to have a five o’clock shadow. Something that I just assumed was common for guys who were hairier than just your average Joe. There were always hairs sticking up out of the neck of his shirt. His arms were hairy, which looked good against his dark skin. Even the backs of his hands and fingers were hairy. He always wore tight fitting clothes. With his shirt wrapped tightly around his big torso, I often fantasized about how that big manly chest and big firm round belly would look. Often times you could see his nipples poking at the inside of his shirt. He always were tight pants, and you could always see just wear his dick was. It wasn’t a very big bulge, but it was sexy as hell. I often sat in his class staring at him, with a big hard on in my pants. If only he knew.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Williamson
• Release date: Aug 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301690404

Ron Williamson

I started writing with the idea of it being an autobiography, but realized that my life is basically only interesting to me. So I focused on the men in my life, and turned each person into a chapter, or short story. So each story not only has sex with someone particular, but it also tells about a specific period of my real life.All of my stories are true. Based on times, people, and events from my past. Names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.Except for the story ‘Paranoid’. I ‘ghost wrote’ Paranoid, using information provided to me by someone who wished to remain anonymous.My personal favorite is 'Tunnel of Love'. This story not only tells about my first experience with an uncut, but also about my trip to Switzerland, and most importantly one of the few men that I have falling madly in love with. To this day, each time I read 'Tunnel of Love', it still makes me smile, laugh, cry, and gets me so hard that I feel the need to.. well, you know.There is very little kink in my stories. But there is a lot of passion. The sex is mostly oral, and anal. The sex in my stories is mostly about the magic feeling that two people can create, and share, while they are experiencing each others bodies. The sparks that fly when two people become one. Even if only for a short while.In the words of Janis Joplin: ‘If you’re gonna love somebody. Love them like it’s the last minute of your life.’ And that, I did.All of my stories can be found on the Smashwords website. At the end of each story there are; samples of my other stories, and links to take you to them. I would love to hear feedback about all of my stories. If you read one, please take a moment to write a review at the bottom of the stories page.

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Mr. Wallace

By Ron Williamson

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Title: Mr. Wallace

Copyright © 2013 by Ron Williamson

ISBN: 9781301690404

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How I Learned That I Have A Big Dick

Tammy wasn’t ugly, but she was far from hot. Most importantly she was a girl. Even back then I knew that I wasn’t interested in girls. However, back then, I wanted other people to think I was. Yep, even back then I knew the truth. That my real passion was for men. Large bodied men.

Tammy was about fifteen years older than me, and married with two kids. She was also Jim’s cousin. Jim was one of my best friends. Although we were the same age, he was one grade behind me. Jim’s parents lived in a small town about ten miles away. But because they wanted him to go to the school here in Arlon, he practically lived with his grandmother.

His grandmother’s house was closer to the school than mine, so often times after school I would hang out at his place, before continuing home.

One day as I was leaving Jim’s house, Tammy, who often came over to spend time with Jim’s grandmother, was sprawled out on the couch watching TV. Are you going home? She perked up, swinging her legs off the couch and onto the floor.

Yep, I answered, not even looking in her direction. I had absolutely zero interest in her.

Hang on a minute, getting up, and grabbing her shoes, "I’ll walk