The Chronicles of Eddie Jr

By Isabella Lamont

Poor Eddie McCulloch...!
During adolescence, Eddie considers himself deformed with an exceptionally large 'appendage'. He believes his life is ruined. His rapidly developing member causes him nothing but trouble through grade school and junior high. He is ridiculed, bullied, and teased mercilessly.
In high school Eddie is attacked by a street gang led by hoodlum, Kerry Wheeler. Hospitalized, Eddie befriends a local policeman, Doug Lauder. Over the next year, Doug teaches Eddie a brutal but highly effective method of self-defense. He also councils the fatherless Eddie about his special endowment and women in general. He suggests that Eddie will eventually learn that he has been blessed rather than cursed.
Shortly after turning eighteen Eddie learns that the female population of his high school has been gossiping about him for years. They all wonder if the stories about Eddie's special 'equipment' are true.
Through his high school years Eddie has lusted after the gorgeous Allison Somerville, one year ahead of him. Little does he know she is the only young woman in the world who knows that his special secret is true. But she seems disgusted by it; and with him.
Finally one afternoon, Eddie Jr is introduced to a Jane McCrae, very pretty young lady on Eddie's running team. At a secluded swimming hole in a local river, Jane is astonished with what she finds under Eddie's shorts and provides an experience he will never forget.
Eddie decides to take dance lessons before graduation day. His dance instructor, a former Las Vegas showgirl, is deeply impressed with Eddie Jr and teaches Eddie a few tricks besides dancing.
On the night of the prom, Eddie gets even with the Wheeler gang and discovers that Allison has known his secret for years.
The story has a passionate and happy ending—in more ways than one!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isabella Lamont
• Release date: Jul 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311206503

Isabella Lamont

Isabella Lamont is a professional who has been published in several scientific and environmental journals. This writing was terribly dull technical mumbo-jumbo, guaranteed to cure insomnia. A few years ago she and her SO exchanged some highly erotic letters, which they both enjoyed immensely. Isabella decided to experiment with romantic erotica. Here in Smashwords, she publishes her inner self -- highly erotic stories based on her life to date. Let her know what you think.

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The Chronicles

of Eddie Jr

By

Isabella Lamont

Copyright 2015 Isabella Lamont

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All of the characters, names, places, and events that occur

in this story are figments of my imagination. Every word of this

story is pure and utter fiction.

This story contains several graphic descriptions of sexual acts. All of the

characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. While we

meet Eddie when he’s still a child, nothing of a sexual nature

happens with him until well after his eighteenth birthday.

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Prolog

The following are extracts from my journal, started in 1993 when I was twelve years old. There are several entries dated prior to 1993. These were written years later, based upon personal recollections and stories from my mother.

Eddie McCulloch

September 2, 1980

Minutes after I was born a young delivery room nurse whispered to another, Holy crap, did you see the weapon on that kid?

My mother, who'd not had a chance to check me out, overheard and wondered what she’d meant. Was there something wrong with her new baby?

She told me this story years later.

My brand new ‘Willie' was three inches long and as thick as her thumb. Obviously, that's not large by adult standards but it sure stuck out on a newborn baby.

May 1986

When I was five years old I contracted Rheumatic fever. Doc Smith worried that the fever might also cause heart damage so I was confined to my bed for almost six months.

Eventually I made a full recovery but was small as a youngster compared to other kids my age. I started school a year late at age seven. I was about the same size as all the other five and six-year-olds in my first-grade class. I blended in with them just fine.

July 1988

When I was seven, my mother walked into my room one day while I was dressing and saw my penis. She seemed shocked and asked me if it was okay.

Does it hurt? she asked. Have you banged it on something?

By now I had become very modest; it had been almost a year since she'd seen my privates.

No, I said, not understanding what was bothering her.

Later that week, she sent me to see Doc Smith. He measured it at four and a half inches and just over an inch thick. He told my mom that in over twenty years of practicing medicine, it was the largest penis he'd seen on a kid my age. But otherwise I seemed perfectly healthy—he didn't think it was anything to worry about.

August 15, 1991

This summer I was finally old enough to join the Cub Scouts; something I'd really been looking forward to. The Cubs go to an annual summer camp at Skye Lake, a couple of hours from Brodie, the tiny community where we live. It’s a week-long camp and this year the weather was perfect—lots of swimming, hiking, and other sports.

Five years have now passed since my bout of childhood Rheumatic fever. I'm fully recovered and starting to become fairly athletic—Mom says I have fast reflexes and I did well in all the team sports.

But on the last day, it was time for the traditional camp skinny-dip.

Late that morning, the councilors herded all us boys to a secluded bay. I wasn't even thinking about my cock as we stripped off our bathing suits and started the mad-dash down the beach to the lake. The boys nearest to me couldn't help but stare at my tool. Now at ten years of age, it was almost six inches long and flapped back and forth as I ran like an enraged snake with its tail caught in a rat trap. Some boys ran away from me while others jockeyed closer to get a better look. Even some councilors came over to see what all the ruckus was about.

The camp was over that afternoon but the damage was done. Even