GAME OF INCHES
Her legs, first of all, were unbelievable. Natalie
Chastain had the sexiest legs young Ron had ever seen.
It was his dream job to work as a sports writer, another
dream of his to work with such a hot chick, for lack
of a better term. That's the way he thought of her,
a hot chick. Even though she was dignified, accomplished,
and 28 years old compared to his age of 23. She was
just so hot, how could he not think of her as such?
But she was his superior. She was somewhat arrogant,
bossy, but her looks made it easy to put up with her.
She could also be casual with young Ron. Very casual.
The two had gotten to know each other over the last
few months while covering the area's pro football
team. Natalie was the beat reporter, Ron an intern
who would accompany her to some of the games to help
with the articles. It was a few days after one of
these games when young Ron was busy finishing his
story, and the brunette beauty that was his goddess
came walking elegantly into the newsroom. Today she
had on a short black skirt and black stockings that
were seemingly invented to torture young Ron. He would
sometimes say he had something wrong with his computer
and needed help, just so Natalie would stand in front
of him, her ass practically in his face, while she
banged away at the keyboard trying to figure out the
problem. But today, there was no such time for that.
The two were busy working on stories, and Natalie
was hustling. She wanted to make sure the intern was
going to have his story done by 4 p.m. She had to
look over it before it went to the editors. She asked
the young man which player he ended up interviewing
in the locker room, and Ron replied "Reginald
Farland, the defensive tackle."
"Oh Jesus," Natalie
replied, "did you see it?"
Ron was confused.
"See what?" he asked.
Did she mean a play that Farland made? Did Ron miss
something about the game? He didn't want to look stupid.
He pretended to know what she meant, and spoke before
she answered him.
"Oh yeah," he said.
"Isn't that rediculous?"
asked the brunette, looking sexy as ever with her
soft brown eyes staring at him.
Oh no, thought Ron. He didn't
know what she was talking about, but went along with
"Yeah, pretty crazy," he said.
"I love how he just walks
around the locker room, like he's displaying it or
something. For Christ's sake, put a towel on, you
know?" she went on.
Ron's brain almost blew a fuse.
Was the beautiful young Natalie talking about Reginald's...?
No, couldn't be.
He had to keep talking though
to not look dumb.
"Yeah, really, put a towel on," he said,
practically repeating her.
She now sat down next to him
and crossed her legs. My God, her legs were amazing,
the young intern thought. Her brown hair hung casually
over her pretty face, and the talk was even more casual.
She spoke more about Reginald.
"I guess that's his claim
to fame," she said, "can't blame the guy
for showing it off."
Ron's brain was on overload.
Here was a stunnigly hot woman that he fell in love
with the moment he saw her, and she was talking candidly
about some guy's...
It still couldn't be. Could
Ron thought he would continue
"When was the first time
you saw it?" he asked. He still didn't know for
sure what "it" they were talking about.
She stared up at the ceiling.
"Oh God...must have been
a couple seasons ago, I was in the locker room early
so I could get my stories done for deadline - it was
a Monday Night Game - and I had to wait for him to
come out of the shower," she explained in a low
whisper as other reporters walked to and fro about
the newsroom. "I'm thinking he's going to walk
to his locker with a towel and then put clothes on
right away. Well..."
"He walks over, and there
it is, plain as day, swinging down there between his
legs - I swear to God the thing almost hung to his
knees," she said.
Ron gulped again, and began
sweating. He had a hard-on, and tried to not shoot
off. This was the sexiest talk he ever heard.
"I'm only 25 at the time
- you know - a new girl on the job, and I'm interviewing
some guy who refuses to put a towel on or get changed,
and I'm asking him questions while he has his schlong
hanging out," she said.
Ron hadn't said much. He couldn't.
"I mean, I have seen a lot of 'em - you know,
seen one, seem em all - but I have never seen anything
like that. How could I even interview the guy?"
she asked rhetorically. Better yet, how could Ron
ever not get a hard-on around Natalie again?
"Anyway, is your story
done?" she asked.
"Uh....uh huh," he
"Okay, great," she
replied, "let me read it over before I head out."
And the two went back to work.
A few weeks passed before Ron
covered another game with Natalie. They were in the
press box that afternoon when it began to dawn on
him that Natalie and a few other women reporters had
jokes they would make about Reginald Farland. They
were jokes Ron never got before, like they were inside
jokes. Very inside. One game Farland picked up a fumble
and ran about 10 yards with it for a touchdown, and
Natalie later remarked, "surprised he didn't
trip over it."Ron, at the time, thought she just
meant the 300-pound tackle was clumsy, but now he
knew she meant something else.It kind of drove him
nuts in a way that here was some hot brunette getting
to interview naked men in the locker room, and when
Ron went to a women's soccer game earlier that year,
there was no way he could go into the women's locker
room and roam freely about. Natalie and her colleagues
made little jokes here and there about the naked men
and their bodies, and Ron would just have to bear
it. He was actually starting to love it. He was going
to have to go into the home team's locker room that
day to do his stories, and Natalie was to go into
the visitors' locker room. They would meet afterwards.
Ron couldn't help resist the idea that he would take
a quick glance at Reginald's prized possession and
see if his female co-worker was exaggerating. The
game was a good one, but that didn't seem to matter.
Ron's mind focused on something else. The postgame
interviews would have to be done quickly, as the young
intern had to get his story done immediately after
the game. The locker room was packed to the brim,
and he noticed the space at Reginald Farland's locker
was unoccupied. He couldn't believe he was going to
check out the equipment of another guy - he had never
done this sort of thing before - but it was only to
see if what Natalie was talking about was true. He
waited, and waited, and waited. He got enough quotes
from other players to write his story - he was just
hanging around to get his evidence. He saw a huge
black man walking out of the shower, and toward the
locker, and he thought that might be Farland. Standing
about 20 feet away from the man, he could identify
him. Mainly because of the huge, black snake that
hung down between his legs. Jesus, Natalie was right.
Reginald had the largest penis Ron had ever seen.
Ron's was a mere five and a half inches when erect
- he measured often as most men do - and Reginald's
looked bigger than that already, and he wasn't even
hard. Ron had never seen a penis like this - he didn't
know one that big existed. It made him a bit envious,
but moreover, it made him horny as hell thinking about
how Natalie described it. Reginald was getting dressed,
and Ron exited the locker room.
Days had passed. Natalie again
had on those black stockings a week later, and a skirt
that showed off her sexy legs. Her breasts, obviously
being shown off, pushed out against her tight shirt,
and she was talkative as ever with young Ron. The
two spoke about football, about writing, and about
the game currently being played.
"Oh shit," Natalie said. "Looks like
I'm gonna have to interview Farland after the game."
Ron gulped, and got excited.
"He's got two sacks and seven tackles already,
and the game's only in the third quarter," she
said, crossing her legs underneath the desk she had
her laptop computer on.
Ron thought he would spice up
the conversation, and get Natalie rolling.
"Why don't you interview his dick?" he asked.
The woman was a bit surprised,
but understood it was a playful joke.
"I should interview his dick - I would probably
get better quotes from it than I would from Reginald,"
The two laughed.
"I would think his penis would be very boastful,"
she said with a laugh.
"God that thing is huge,"
"I told you," she
said. "It's like the eighth wonder of the world
The two watched the rest of
the game, and reporters soon filed into the locker
room afterwards. So crowded a scene that Ron never
got to see Natalie interviewing the naked Farland.
He fantasized about such a site, how erotic it must
look. But he would hear about it afterwards. When
the two had filed their stories, they sat back in
the stadium bar and had a drink. They talked about
the upcoming week, and the day they just had.
Natalie put her drink down.
"That guy is a total pig," she said. "I
waited about 20 minutes for him to get dressed until
I would go up to him to interview him. Finally, me
and a few other reporters - all guys - go over to
him while he is dressing because he's taking fucking
forever. He has his shirt on, his tie on, even his
earing is in. But he just leaves it there hanging."
"Hanging?" asks Ron.
"His dick - he wouldn't
put his pants on, just to be a smart ass because I'm
there," she said.
A pair of Natalie's friends,
both season ticket holders, came in and joined the
two as they spoke.
Natalie's friends were two attractive
married women that went to the games with their husbands
but often hung around afterwards to meet up.The four
spoke about Natalie's troubles in the locker room,
and how it was sometimes awkward for her interviewing
"Dicks don't bother me,"
she said. "I mean, outside of Reginald, who is
hung like a horse, all penises are about the same.
I've seen so many by now I'm used to it. You know,
seen one seen 'em all." She took a swig of her
"But God, when it's something
like that, something that...big. It's hard not to
stare," she explained.
"You attracted to him?"
"Of course not. I mean,
well maybe, sort of. Yeah, I guess," Natalie
said, not wanting to reveal her attraction to the
"Okay, okay, what would
you do if you were about to go to bed with a guy,
and he pulls down his pants and has something like
Reginald's?" asked Laura. Natalie's eyed widened.
"Um...I would probably
faint," she answered.
The women laughed. Ron's erection
grew in his pants.
"Besides," Natalie said in a low whisper.
"I don't think it's possible for another guy
to have a dick as big as Reginald's. That thing belongs
on a donkey, or an elephant for that matter."
Ron was in Heaven. Could it
get any better?
Laura said, now even more drunk than minutes before.
"Who is gonna have the guts to ask Reginald the
"What do you mean?"
Laura needed to explain further.
"I mean, who is gonna ask him how big it is?"
Ron took a gulp.
"Oh come on," said Natalie. "One of
us is just gonna ask in the middle of an interview
'how big is your dick?'"
The other women laughed.
"Please. Like any of us have the guts to do it,"
Natalie said, taking a drink.
She put herself in a trap.
"Yeah, I'd figure you're all talk and no action,"
Laura said. "Every day you see him you're like
'oh my God you guys, Reginald Farley has the biggest
cock in the world, I saw it in the locker room and
it's fucking huge.'"
She sounded just like Natalie,
"I'm not like that," she said.
"Yes you are," Chelsea
chimed in. "If we hear one more word about how
big this guy's prick is, we're gonna cut you out of
our little club. It's getting annoying. Almost like...you're
making this whole thing up."
"A tall tale," Laura
Ron had to speak up.
"Natalie's not lying girls," he said. "The
thing is huge. I mean...I don't look at it or anything."
The girls looked at him funny.
"Well how do you know it's huge?" asked
An explanation was needed.
"Well, okay, I looked at it once, just because
Natalie kept talking about it," he said, "and
it was huge."
The women looked at each other
"Well why don't you ask him?" said Laura,
a stunning brunette.
"Yeah - you're the intern
buddy," Natalie added.
Chelsea, the blonde, bailed
out the young male.
"No, no, I think it should be Natalie - she's
the one who is always talking about it anyway,"
The conversation soon changed,
but Natalie knew what she had to do.It was one of
the final home games of the season and Reginald had
another big game. Everything about him seemed to be
big. His arms, his legs, his presence, his... Natalie
had to interview him once again, and knew if she was
going to find out the answer to the question her friends
brought up the other night at the bar, this would
have to be the time. She waited by his locker, notepad
and tape recorder in her hands. Most of the men were
dressed by the time the reporters entered the locker
room, but some, including Reginald, did not bother
to cover up. Natalie was looking her best, just as
good as some of the cheerleaders that paraded the
sidelines during the game. She definitely had the
legs to be a cheerleader - she was once a figure skater
and a cheerleader herself.Today she showed them off
in white stockings that reached her thighs, and her
skirt barely reached her knees. She waited patiently
for Reginald, and there he was. He walked out of the
shower, no towel around him, over to his locker.
"Not big on towels, are you?" Natalie couldn't
help but ask as he stood at his locker, his naked
butt facing her.
"Come on, come on, ask
your questions, I gotta go," he said.
She began the interview, and
he now faced her. She maintained eye contact, but
could almost see his big penis hanging between his
legs. Another player noticed his naked state while
giving the woman an interview, and shouted "damn
Reg, put that thing away."
Natalie laughed, and blushed,
and knew this was her time.
"How big is that thing anyway?" she asked.
She couldn't believe the words came from her mouth.
Reginald gave her a weird look.
She was so nervous, she dropped her tape recorder
"Oh God," she muttered, hearing the batteries
fly out of the machine as it crashed to the floor.
She went down to retrieve the recorder, and the black
man's penis was at her eye level. It almost touched
her cheek. It was the most embarrassing thing she
Yet she was somewhat aroused.
"Take it easy," Reginald said, knowing she
She was back on her feet, still
"What was your last question?" he asked
with a smile.
Natalie could feel her face
"Oh, um...you know, that guy said something about,
your, you know, and..."
She never stumbled over questions,
except this one.
"And um, I just was wondering how big it is,"
she finally got out.
Reginald began to get dressed,
and replied "lady, you have a lot of nerve asking
me how big my penis is when you supposed to be in
here doing a job." She never felt so embarrassed,
and so juvenile. She feared losing her job. Then Reginald
nudged her arm.
"I'm only playing with you...why don't you meet
me at my place tonight," he said. "It's
234 Berkshire, big house."
"I didn't ask for a date,"
she said. "I was just asking you about your...because
I was curious."
"You wanna find out or
not?" he asked.
Natalie thought about her friends
teasing her for being a so-called liar, and she couldn't
stand it anymore.
"Okay, okay, I'll be at your place at...10:30
sound good?" she asked.
"Ten thirty is perfect,"
Natalie had stories to write,
and stories to tell. She had to hustle to meet Reginald
on time. The brunette arrived at Reginald's house
later that night, to find that the bachelor had one
of his friends, a former player, Cliff Begley, over
to shoot pool. Natalie, by coincidence, had seen both
players naked a few times over the years and had taken
note of their unusual size. The 28-year-old reporter
got to know the two handsome black gentlemen over
some drinks, while watching the muscular men do battle
in what was several games of pool. They then moved
to darts, and in both sports, Cliff was the victor.
"Can't you beat him in anything?" teased
She was about to find out.
"Which one of you has the larger penis?,"
she asked casually.
Reginald and Cliff were shocked
at her candid question. The alcohol had made her a
bit more brazen than usual.
"Well, of course, that's me," Reginald said
"I don't think so,"
Cliff said, throwing a dart.
"Come on," Reginald
prodded on. "Let's whip 'em out and see whose
is bigger. I know you had a reputation before you
retired, but you history now old man."
Natalie didn't say a word. She
enjoyed this manly dual.
"Alright, fine," Cliff said, putting down
the dart. "Miss Natalie here can leave the room,
and we'll see whose is bigger."
"No no, she stays. We need
a witness," Reginald argued.
The two men stared at Natalie, now sitting on a bar
stool with her fine legs crossed.
"It doesn't bother me," she said. "You've
seen one, you've seen 'em all."
"Oh yeah?" asked Reginald.
With that, he dropped his pants,
and his penis flopped out. It hung down over his ball
sack, the head of it as large as a baby's fist. The
shaft, so long and fat, had many wrinkles of skin
circling it, suggesting it was not nearly in its full
state yet. It hung down a good distance between his
legs. The sight of this monstrous penis excited young
Natalie. She thought about touching it.
"What do you think of that?" asked Reginald.
Natalie stared at his crotch,
"It's um...big," she said. "Really
Now it was time for Cliff, who
was jealous of Reginald getting all the admiration
from the clothed female.
"Oh yeah, how about this?" he asked.
He yanked down his shorts, exposing
an equally large penis, big, fat and black, and one
that had just as big a head.
"Jesus, were you guys separated at birth?"
The two men laughed, and stood
side by side. They argued over who was bigger. They
asked Natalie for her opinion. Her brown eyes went
back and forth between the two penises, back and forth,
back and forth.
"I don't know," she said. "They're
both so big. It looks pretty close."
"As they say in football, it's time for a measurement,"
The men took their pants completely
off, and Reginald fetched a measuring tape out of
"Football is a game of inches," Natalie
said with a laugh.
Reginald handed the female the
measuring tape. This way, with her doing the measuring,
there would be no cheating.
"Alright, whose dick should I measure first?"
The two men fought over who
was gonna go first like school children, wanting this
sexy brunette's soft touch.
Since he was guest, Cliff went
"How do I measure a dick? I've never done this
before," Natalie said, taking off her shoes to
get more comfortable.
Cliff instructed her to place
the measuring tape along his penis, and run it all
the way from the root to the head.
"It's so big," said Natalie, feeling the
penis in her right hand. "Is this why you retired,
did your dick get too big?"