Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:47:20 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Kid is Just Hung

			   THE KID IS JUST HUNG
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I went through the metal detector at the airport and was startled when
the freaking thing went off with a loud "A-A-A-A-A-AH!"
     Crap, what did I forget? I'd put my bag and my pocket change in the
tray before the detector. I didn't HAVE any metal on me!
     "Sir, if you can step over here, sir." the guard said, the one with
the detector wand.
     "What did I do?" I asked as I complied. You don't put up a fuss with
these guys at the airport, not unless you want to go through a body-cavity
search. I held out my arms and he ran the wand up and down me.
     And damned if the wand didn't go off as well. Right at my crotch. What
the hell was this?
     "What are you carrying in there, sir?" the guard asked me. Funny how
I'd barely noticed him up until now, and now he was crystal clear in my
gaze. Maybe thirty years old, with dark brown hair and a darker brown
mustache. Blue eyes over a slightly large nose with flaring nostrils, lips
compressed in determination.
     "Nothing." I said and some girls watching giggled.
     The wand went over my crotch again. B-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z!
     The girls giggled again.
     "Are you wearing something metallic down there, sir?"
     "No, no, I swear!" I said. "I don't know why your things are going
off."
     He reached out and patted me on my crotch. I was wearing some loose
jogging pants and a pullover, comfortable for the long flight to Tokyo I
was trying to get on. That was looking unlikely now. I should have gotten
here earlier and gone through this already, but hell, the metal detector
was why I was wearing these jogging togs, to avoid metal zippers or
buttons. If I had any metal at all on me, it was in my teeth fillings!
     "What is that, sir?" he asked me as he patted my basket again.
     "That's...uh...just me." I said.
     He patted me again, harder.
     "Ouch." I said.
     "That's not just you, sir." he said to me.
     Another guard came over, a younger guy, blond-haired also with a
mustache. What is it with these security guards and mustaches, seemed like
they all had one. "Will you come with us, sir."
     "He has something in his underwear."
     "I'm not sneaking anything in my underwear!" I protested. Those girls
giggled again. "Could you two go soak your heads? In carbolic acid?" I
asked them semi-politely.
     "Are you carrying carbolic acid, sir?" the first guard said again.
     The second guard came over to me. "Will you come with us, sir?"
     "I don't know what's wrong here." I said to this second guard. "But
there's nothing in my underwear except what's supposed to be there."
     The second guard grabbed me at my crotch again and I grunted.
     "Yeah, he's clean." the second guard said to the first.
     "Yeah."
     "That's too big to be his dick!" the first protested.
     "It is so!" I said.
     "Fred, the kid is just hung." the second one said to the first.
     "And I say he's packing more than just his dong in there!" the first
said.
     I sighed. "Look, let's just go into whatever room you use and I can
drop my trou and show you." I said. "Maybe I can even make my flight if
we'll hurry." I added hopefully.
     "This way, kid." the first guy said to me.
     "Chill out, Fred." the second said. "The kid is just hung."
     "And I say he's packing, Bob!"
     "Let's get this over with!" I groaned.
     Inside the room, I said, "Just let me untie this and I'll...."
     I heard the click as the safety went off on Fred's gun. "You just hold
still." he said to me.
     "Jesus!" My eyes were trying to pop out of my head. "How am I supposed
to show you I'm not carrying anything in there?"
     "We'll take care of that." the second guard (Bob?) said. He stepped
over and untied my jogging pants and yanked them down, along with my
briefs, all in one yank. "You see?" he said as he exposed my eleven-inch
pud. Even flaccid, I didn't lose much length on it, getting hard was more a
case of it stiffening up instead of it growing. "The kid is just hung."
     "I say it's a fake!" Fred snarled. His gun still hadn't lowered.
     "Come on, Fred, it's a dick!"
     "That's too long to be a real dick! He's got a fake dong there!"
     "No it isn't, it's all me!" I said. "Come on, guys, I'm going to miss
my flight here!"
     "How can we prove to you it's a dick, Fred?"
     "Yeah, how can I prove it to you?" I put in.
     "A dick can get stiff." Fred observed.
     "So give him a boner, kid." Bob offered.
     "How do I do that?" I asked. I started to reach down and got the same
sound a guy uses to warn a dog, not a word, just this sort of sound, like
"Aaaaaaahhh!"
     I lowered my hand. "It's a fake." Fred said.
     "I'll help you, kid." Bob said. "When Fred gets like this, it's best
to just let him figure it out for himself."
     "Uh...." I said and that was all it took for Bob to walk over and grab
my cock. He gave my rod a few jerks, pumping it up for me. When it was all
stiff in his hand, he waggled it at Fred.
     "You see, Fred? It's a dick. Just like any other dick, only a little
bigger and longer. Quite a bit bigger and longer." That last was in frank
admiration.
     "Uh, thanks." I said. "Can I go now?"
     "It got hard, but it didn't get any bigger."
     "How big do you want it to get?" Bob asked incredulously.
     "Mine doesn't get bigger. It just gets hard like this." I added.
     "So does a fake dick." Fred said. "I've heard about these. You have a
pump you used to get it hard."
     "So what do you want?" Bob asked as he began to jerk my pud
again. "It's a dick, man, it feels like a regular sort of dick."
     "If it was a real one, he'd be getting into it more than he is."
     "How am I supposed to do that?" I wanted to know.
     "I'll help you out, kid." Bob said. "You just need a bit more
inspiration."
     And Bob knelt down and put his face next to my cock and his tongue,
all pink and point-tipped, licked at my cockhead! I felt the hot wetness of
the tongue on my glans and I goggled at this wide-eyed (who expects to get
a blow-job under these circumstances, I ask you?), then he put the entire
head into his mouth and I felt that tongue brushing the underside and I
just groaned. "Oooh, oh, oh!"
     Bob lifted his head away and when he did, he milked at my cock and a
wet, gray pearl of my precome drooled out and reached in a long, lazy rope
down toward the floor.
     "You see that, Fred?" Bob asked as the dewdrop of my cock-fluid
finally broke free and splattered next to one knee on the floor, "This in
my hand is a dick."
     "I still don't believe it."
     "Come on, what was that he dripped out just now, a slice of pizza?"
     You were slobbering all over it." Fred pointed out. "Of course it's
going to drip after that!"
     "It wasn't his slobber!" I moaned. "Oh, God, man, what it's going to
take?" I kind of grunted that last part out, because Bob was back to
pumping on my cock.
     "Maybe he needs to see it actually come." Bob suggested and his mouth
went back to my cock. Instead of just sort of moistening it like before, he
settled in to a regular sucking on my prod.
     "Oh, jeez!" I moaned. Bob was going deeper with every thrust of his
head onto my cock, I think he had delusions he could take the entire length
down it! "Oh, God, ah, shit, man, I can't believe you're sucking my cock!"
     "What's the matter, kid, afraid your little charade is going to break
down?" Fred said. "I'll bet you've got that stuffed with drugs, that'd
explain why it's so thick and so long."
     "No, man, honest, it's all just me. I was born lucky or something."
     "You feeling lucky now?" Fred countered.
     "Uhh, not exactly." I gasped. Bob was now well past the half-way mark,
the upper half of my prong was now a thick, gray-greasy glob of his
spit. "Ah, man, I don't believe this, I don't fucking believe this!"
     "You can't make that fake thing come." Fred muttered. "If it's full of
drugs or something."
     "If it was drugs," I panted. "Oh, God! I'm getting so fucking close!
If it was drugs, your detector wouldn't have found it! Ah, gah!" That last
was "oh, God!" again but I couldn't close my mouth all the way any
longer. Bob was, uh, well, bobbing, bobbing like mad!
     I raised my hands up and Fred raised his weapon, but all I did was
grab Bob's head and began to fuck at him. My lust and his eagerness let me
drive nearly the entire length down his throat and I lunged back and forth
hard and fast, oh, God, I was coming!
     "I'm coming, oh, God, ah, ah, ah, ah, AH!"
     "You're not coming, you're faking it, all of it!" Fred protested.
     "I'm nah, nah, nah, not!" I groaned.
     "You can't make that fake dick come! You just can't!"
     "AH, AH, GAH, AH, GAH-HANNNNKKKKHHHH!"
     And as I creamed, Bob yanked my dick out of his mouth and his hand was
pumping at it instead, I shot a hot, hard load right over his shoulder and
to my intense satisfaction, my wad flew the couple of feet over to splatter
Fred's pants, then another, and another, and then Fred flinched back in
disgust and the rest landed on Bob's shoulder, he pulled it over to get one
final blob of goo on his face, then he started rubbing my cock on his face,
his mustache tickled/itched as he slapped my glans over it and then his
lips clamped on and he sucked the last dregs of my spunk out of my cock.
     "Oh, man, oh, God, oh, ah, ah!" I panted heavily.
     "Have you seen enough now, Fred?" Bob asked. "Is this a dick or not?"
     "Yeah!" I gasped out, and that one word took all my breath.
     "I still say it's a fake."
     "Come on, Fred." Bob said. "I sucked this guy off and you still don't
believe it?"
     "So why did the metal detector go off?" Fred countered.
     "I'm wondering that myself." Bob said. "But hell, whatever did it, it
wasn't his kid's dick."
     "It's too big to be a real cock, it just can't be!"
     "Come on, Fred, the kid is just hung."
     There was a clock on the wall and I looked at it. "And I'm going to
miss my flight!" I added. "God, can I please go now?"
     "You can go." Fred said reluctantly. "But we're going to be keeping an
eye on you." he said.
     I pulled my pants back up and out the door. I skirted the detector
this time and was just able to get on board before they sealed up the
plane. Jesus, was I going to have a story to tell my sponsors when I made
it to Toyko!
     The flight itself was uneventful and I got off the plane with my bag
slung.
     Huh, I didn't know that Toyko scanned people coming INTO the airport!
That was kind of weird. Wasn't the scan at LAX enough to satisfy these
people. Still, the Japanese had that nasty sarin gas attack, which was like
their own version of 9-11 to deal with.
     The metal detector was ahead and I lined up to file through it with
the others. My change in the tray, the bag to go through the X-ray machine,
and I could get into Tokyo finally.
     "A-A-A-A-A-A-AH!" the detector went.
     "No way!" I groaned.
     The Japanese guard approached me with the wand. Smaller and sleeker
than the one they used in LAX, maybe this time.
     Right at my crotch, the wand went off. Shit!
     "You must come with us, sir." the guard said. He patted my groin and
said, "You carry something in here you should not?"
     "Oh, jeez, not again!" was all I groaned as I followed them to the
room. I was going to have to give up on travel at this rate!

				  THE END
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