My Forever Maybe

My life fucking sucks big dick. Like, huge blue whale or elephant cock. I looked up which animal had the biggest. Yes, I’m that guy. The one that turns to technology for information on which animal might have a cock huge enough to describe their sucky life. And, holy fuck! You should see the pictures. Made me feel even more inadequate. Had me heading into the bathroom with a ruler and a tube of lube.
I know what you’re thinking. But give a guy a break. I needed the lube for the best glide over my normal male-sized dick so I could get it as hard and as big as I can grow. I’m a grower, not a shower. Now, nine to ten inches of solid male cock is nothing to cry about. But when looking at a ten-foot erect blue whale cock that is thicker in diameter than I am long, one can start to feel like less of a man if they’re not careful. And yes, I realize I am six feet maybe two inches compared to their sixty-six feet, but I’m a man and men want their cocks to always be the largest in the room…or the ocean as it may be. So, good for those blue whales. And fuck them.
Wondering why I’m complaining like a little bitch? Okay, I’ll lay it on you. I grew up living a lie for starters. Well, not me specifically, but my father. Kyle Collins had another life; a secret family and I am the only one who knows about his subterfuge. I’ve known for a week now and it’s killing me to not tell anyone.
My youngest sister, Jenny is heading off to Bowdoin in a week and I went in search of my other sister’s stuff in the attic. Jordan is nineteen and will live off-campus her sophomore year. No need for Jenny to get stuff for a dorm room when Jordan’s stuff would just continue to take up space in the attic and had barely been used.
Yes, I’m that guy, too. Wealthy but frugal, I like to think of myself. My wife would call me annoyingly cheap, but that’s another issue leading to my sucky blue whale cock of a life.
Back to my father.
After finding a box that was not filled with twin extra-long sheets for Jenny’s dorm room, but filled with pictures and documents, letters, and mementos from another life that my father had lived, I did a little research and found Courtney and Bridget Knight. My other sisters. The ones I’m guessing my mother doesn’t know a thing about. I closed the box and went on pretending that my parent’s marriage wasn’t a lie.
Back to my complaining like a little bitch. Yes, I was raised in a safe small-town eating lobster rolls and going on coastal cliff walks. I landed the CFO position I currently hold straight out of college and took my girlfriend on whale watching adventures, sailing tours, and kayaking excursions to win her over. Thankfully, we didn’t see any of those blue whale cocks!
Mallory fell for my charm and I had a ring on her finger within two months of our first date. I’d heard the rumors about her love affair with her best friend’s brother. A normal guy who couldn’t care less about money or a career. My own best friend, Justin, warned me about jumping into a marriage with a woman who probably liked my earning potential more than my quirky personality, but I hadn’t listened.
Now, looking back, I wish I had because it’s clear that Mallory doesn’t love me anymore than I’m in love with her. And I’m trapped in Maine instead of the business mecca of the world where I clearly belong.