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My first positive rumour was when at high school. An argument got out of hand between me and a much bigger boy than me. In his immaturity, he tried to punch me.As he lunged, by accident he slipped, and our heads collided. He was knocked out. I felt nothing. Everyone at school started a rumour that I was a super fighter, nothing was far from the truth.I was, it turns out, a pacifist or a lover and not a fighter. This first rumour, I didn’t correct as it got me out of a lot of trouble with the other big boys.The second rumour began at my first ever job as an adult. This office was at an old building. Things were always falling apart there. Poor heating, not enough electric sockets, etc. One day a door, that divided two departments, got jammed. Two janitors tried to open the door, but they failed. I don’t think they were trying that hard. They swore blind to everyone the door was jammed shut and in the meanwhile, we had to exit the building from the north and walk all the way around to the south entrance. A very long walk all due to one jammed door. They insisted that a special tool was needed and left the door jammed shut.While they went off to get this mysterious tool, I decided this was a problem for me as I was trying to take it easy due to a sports injury on my ankle. Therefore, I tried to open the door. I realized that if you lifted the door and then twisted the handle it would open. Just like Aladdin standing in front of the cave bursa escort shouting open sesame I managed to open the door.When the janitors heard about this, they insisted that I must be some Hulk, as the door was sealed shut. This was another rumour I did not correct as I realized some managers were treating me with a lot more respect now.A third rumour started because some people cannot tell people of colour apart. At a local Sports Club/community hall, my best friend and I would play football (soccer) every Thursday night.We had a team of about ten regulars and some extra people that would come and go. The team was just average guys, with ages from anywhere between the early twenties to mid-forties. Just an average team, with one trophy to our name over the last five years of playing.My best friend and I were the only two men of colour. We did not look alike except that we were of the same skin tone. One thing that stood out between us was that he had a huge, or perhaps better said gigantic penis.To highlight our clear difference, my name is Sal, his was Amjad. I am 5’11 / 1.8M, and he was 6’1 / 1.9 M. I’m of average build, but he was a little stockier. Both have brown caramel skin and yes, I’ve only an above-average penis.Somehow the rumour got out (in the community centre) that, I had a big penis.At the Community Center, there were many clubs, groups and activities. One such club was the “all love club”. The “all love club” was bursa escort bayan what you would today be called the LGBTQ+ club. Back then it was the club for gays and lesbians to band together. Fight their injustices or have a place to be themselves.We would join in their rallies and volunteer when they needed it. On Thursday nights though, the different clubs might bump into each other in the hallways, or the shared cafeteria, but mostly it was each to his / her own.It was one such chance meeting at the cafeteria where the boys from the love all love club suddenly started taking a lot of interest in the soccer club, then at me. At first, I was very flattered, but one guy was taking a little bit too much interest. This guy was Jason. A white, tall and skinny gent. He liked to talk and hunt.Jason began to hang out with us after the matches. Invite himself to some of our post-soccer meets.One such night the football team were having a post-drink after a match some of the gay guys joined us. The gay guys knew how to party and brought their crowd along.Naturally, Jason was there. He sat next to me all night. Normally I would leave as I was not a drinker, but one of the girls he brought along was simply beautiful.Her name was Jenny. Jenny was cute, a little short, a little fuller figure, but her breasts were beautiful. Big and round with a deep cleavage that caught my attention.I stayed around all evening just to speak to Jenny. In escort bursa this regard, I had to thank Jason for bringing Jenny along and breaking the ice. Jason was in constant conversation. This meant it was easy to start a conversation with Jenny.As the night went on somebody wanted Jason’s attention and he disappeared giving me time to chat with Jenny alone. She was delightful company I was trying very hard not to look down at her cleavage. Luckily her bright blues eyes were more than enough to hold my attention.Whilst Jenny and I, were talking one of the girls that Jason brought along, called Paula, interrupted our conversation, looked at me, then my groin and asked, “Is it true?”I replied, “Is what true?”“Is it true what Jason’s said about you?” asked Paula“What would Jason say about me?” I replied.“Jason said that you have a very big cock” she said matter of factly.I was shocked. This girl had one drink too many.I said no “I’m not going to answer that”.It was at this point that Jenny said, “Oh is it true? Is it you that they’re talking about?”From my puzzled face Jenny, quickly realized I had no idea what the rumour was, and kindly explained it all.Jenny explained that Jason had it on good authority that I had a very large member and he aimed to find out just how big it was.It all became very clear now why Jason and some of the guys were hanging around the football club.What does one say in this situation I didn’t want to say to Jenny what I was packing. But I did not want any more attention from Jason.Taking a deep breath, not believing I was talking about my size to a stranger, but Paula should tell Jason that I’m no King Kong down there.
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