Doing It Large (Big Down There, Book 1)

By Sophie Sin

Jack Stevens is big - huge actually. The man strolls into the cafe. Sally tenses. For some reason he looks like he is worried about something. "What's wrong?" she asks, perhaps overstepping herself, perhaps not. Jack looks her firmly in the eyes. Tonight he is going to take her on the date of a lifetime and give her an experience big enough to make her want more. An evening of firsts for all.

This and other similar stories available in 'Well Hung Erotica Vol. 1'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Jan 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310488849

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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DOING IT LARGE

Big Down There #1

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2014 Lunatic Ink Publishing

Note: This is a short story of around 5000 words. If you would like longer, kinkier works then check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections at Sophie Sin's Book List or her gay erotica at Dick Powers Book List.

Short disclaimer: All individuals represented within this text are over the age of 21 and full and completely are shown to consent in all ways to the sexual activities that take place within this collection of short works.

Editor’s Note:

You can find this story with the others listed below in ‘Well Hung Erotica Vol. 1’.

That collection contains the following stories:

Doing It Large, The Big Officer, Plus Size Exec, Magnum Linebacker.

The ‘Well Hung Erotica Vol. 1’ collection can be found at any of your favorite e-stores.

Sally (19): The Large Latte Customer

MR HOT-AS-HELL LATTE IS BACK!

The sun is sluggishly slipping through the large bay windows of the little red and black cafe I work at when he walks in, head up, stylishly dressed in a white shirt and black slacks with a thick belt and military polished leather shoes and loaded with rock hard muscle, just burning with masculine, leader-of-the-pack dominance.

This is Jack Stevens. I've been obsessing over him for months now and he's finally arrived - hours after I expected he would - for the large latte that he has every single day from our cafe (usually around 10am).

I watch him as he swaggers casually up to the front counter in that way that he does: All confidence, all man; just the way I like it. My eyes cannot stop from trailing down to his trousers to that bulge like they always do. This man... What can I say? What a stud.

Hello, Sally, he says with his usual polite ease.

Hi Mr. Stevens.

Jack, he reminds.

Sorry, Jack.

This is new between us. We didn't use to be on a first name basis, but when he