THE PRODUCER CH.2 part 2

THE PRODUCER CH.2 part 2

The two chowed down on onion rings and burgers, guzzled down a few cokes, and then it was time to hit the men's room.

They stood at adjacent urinals.

And suddenly, a voice went off inside John's head.

"Don't look at it, don't look at it, don't look at it," the voice rambled on.

But he had to. He had to see this legendary wang. The one EVERYONE in Katherine Fairbox's inner circle chimed on and on about.

He slowly glanced down but couldn’t see anything because Abraham's big frame was blocking his view. As if good ole Abraham was trying to hide his alleged massive endowment.

Before he could go back to looking straight ahead, John was caught by Abraham, trying to take sneak a peek.

Abraham's reaction is what surprised John the most.

"Y-you want to see my dork?" Abraham simply asked.

It was his politeness and straightforwardness that shocked - and amused - John to no end.

"Uh..." he managed.

"D-don't be embarrassed. Everyone wants to see my dork," he informed John.

Abraham revealed this news in such a nonchalant manor, as if he had so gotten used to the notoriety his massive peen had brought him.

Before John could even answer, Abraham took liberties by turning to face his bowling buddy for the day.

John almost fell to the ground in astonishment, floored like a 10 pin.

"Jesus, God, Abraham!?" he could barely say.

Words didn't do it justice. Abraham's penis was as
freakishly large as it was a thing of beauty.

John stared. He couldn't help it.

Abraham's member was cartoonish, a naughty, exaggerated doodle come to life.

"Crazy, right?" Abraham asked.

Cocky bastard, John laughed to himself.

Abraham further emphasized his size by rolling his hips, making the serpentine tube of flesh between his legs sway freely from lower thigh to lower thigh.

"Look, look," Abraham laughed, himself amazed by it.

"Jesus, dude, put that thing away," John laughed. "Animal control's goanna come and wrangle it and put it in the snake cage at the Southwick Zoo."

Abraham reluctantly corralled his giant wiener and put it away.

Now, Abraham had some drawbacks in his life, some obstacles that he was always battling to overcome.

John didn't mean to make light of those.

But all he could think of on the ride back to the manor: Abraham lives in a mansion, gets to bowl all day, wins trophies left and right, has a horse-sized male appendage, and gets to live out his CFNM fantasies on a regular basis with Kat and her lovely daughters.

THAT LUCKY SON OF A BITCH!!

John felt the need - the obsession - to tell Kat and her daughters what he saw at the bowling alley.

But before he could relay the story...

"So, I guess he mopped the floor with ya, hon," Kat asked casually, referring to the actual bowling games and not the whimsical moment in the men's room, that John had yet to reveal.

"Uh, yeah, you could say that again," John laughed.

Kat and the girls mulled over some reports. John had to pry their attention away.

"I uh I saw it," he tried to explain.

"Saw what, hon?"

His eyes got big.

Kat gasped.

Her daughters got the hint too.

"You saw Abraham's dong?" Paige asked in an excited and crass fashion, her crudeness excused.

Besides, it didn't seem right to call what Abraham had "a penis."

"That guy, is fricking hung like a horse," John said emphatically.
Kat laughed.

"Did he show it to you?" she asked, without judgement. "He's been known to do that..."

"He is ALWAYS whipping that thing out," laughed Mary Ellen.

High-pitched laughter ensued.

Kat quickly came to Abraham's defense, however.

"I think he's just a little bit of an exhibitionist, that's all," she said.

"Besides (laugh), when you have one THAT big..."

"It's preposterous," John said.

Kat cracked up.

"It's absolutely remarkable, it really is," she said.

To be continued