Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2004 22:19:59 EDT From: GameShoWiz@aol.com Subject: The Wet Dream VI - Little, But Mighty This is a continuation of a series of episodes in which I share with you the sexual experiences of my youth These are stories of family love, shared between my dad, and my two elder brothers. These are true stories, for the most part, taking artistic license here and there. Admittedly, I was not there for most of this particular chapter, so I had to rely on my brother, Tim's account of things. My name is Ben, Benj to some, Benji to others, but rarely Benjamin, except when Daddy got mad at me. It will probably help you to understand things better if you read the previous episodes first, but this story does stand alone nicely. If you are offended by this type of erotica, or are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal, for any reason, for you to view such material, please exit now. You have been forewarned. The Wet Dream VI - Little, But Mighty The door slammed. Daddy, who was fixing dinner, dropped his wooden spoon. Nicky, 15, made a b-line through the kitchen, heading for the stairs. "Hey, hey, hey!" Daddy yelled. Nicky continued up the stairs. "Stop!" Daddy demanded. Nicky stopped, but didn't turn around. "Come back down here," Daddy instructed. "Yes, daddy," Nicky mumbled, turning around and descending the stairs. It was obvious to Daddy that Nicky had been crying, but not a sad crying, a mad crying. "Is that any way to enter the house, son?" Daddy inquired. Nicky broke down into nearly hysterical tears. "They said...in the locker room...they were really..." he sputtered incoherantly. "Okay, son, calm down," Daddy whispered, taking his middle boy into his arms. "Take a few deep breaths, then tell me what happened." After a few attempts at getting a coherant sentence out, Nicky finally succeeded. "The boys in gym class were really mean." "What did they say that was so mean?" Daddy asked in a calm voice. "They laughed, and pointed, and called me names," Nicky sobbed. "What names?" Daddy continued, rocking his boy. "They were making fun of my small penis, Daddy. I'm the smallest in the class, and they were making fun of me in the shower," Nicky confessed. "They kept saying 'Nicky's Dicky' and other mean things." Daddy couldn't imagine the pain his son was experiencing. Daddy had been blest with an 8 incher since Jr. High. Nicky's elder brother, Timmy, 17, was about a half inch bigger than daddy, and Nicky's younger brother, Benji, 12, was, amazingly, even bigger than that. "Kids can be cruel, Nicky," Daddy told him. "I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt you. It sounds to me like they were just teasing you." "They were laughing at me, Daddy," Nicky went on, "and by the time I got to science class, everyone knew about my small penis. Even the girls." "Listen, son, everyone's penis gets smaller when it's soft," Daddy comforted. "I'll bet your penis is just as big as most of the other boys when they get an erection." "Do you think so?" Nicky sniffled. "Yeah. I think so," Daddy assured him. "Hi, guys," Timmy sang as he entered the kitchen and headed for the refrigerator. "Uh, uh, uh," Daddy warned, "dinner in 20, Timmy." "Yes, daddy," Timmy conceded, closing the refrigerator door. Seeing little brother #1 had been crying, he asked, "Nicky, what's wrong?" "Nothing," Nicky spitted. "Tell your brother, Nicky," Daddy insisted. "Timmy can help." "Yeah, Nicky, tell me what's wrong," Timmy encouraged. "The boys were laughing at me," Nicky offered. "Why?" Timmy wanted to know. "My small penis," Nicky admitted. "What?" Timmy spoke out, "they laughed at you because you have a small penis? Who? Maybe it's time for me and Charles to take care of some things in freshman gym class." "No, Timmy," Nicky exclaimed, "that would only make things worse." Timmy approached Nicky from behind and put his arms around him. "Hey, Nick, let's go upstairs and get out of our school clothes," Timmy suggested. "Good idea," Daddy agreed, "and get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes. Tell Benji when you get up there." "Yes, Daddy," Timmy promised, following Nicky up the stairs. "Benji, dinner in 15," Timmy yelled down the hall. "Well, I could have done that," Daddy mumbled. "I don't want Benji to see me crying, Timmy," Nicky confided. "Would you please go in to our room and get me a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt...oh yeah, and a pair of underwear." "Underwear?" Timmy said inquizitively. "Why do you need underwear?" Nicky sat down on Timmy's bed and began to sob. "They chased me around the locker room while I was trying to get dressed. When they caught me, they ripped my underwear off me so they could look at my little penis again and laugh at me." Angered, Timmy pointedly asked him, "Did you tell daddy about this?" "No!" Nicky insisted. "And I don't want you to either. He'll go to coach, and that will get me in trouble." "But buddy, if something isn't done, this is never going to stop," Timmy said matter-of-factly. "If you don't nip this in the bud, as Daddy says, they're never going to let up. Besides, you can only lose so many pairs of underpants before Daddy notices." Nicky exposed a slight grin. Laughing, Timmy said, "There, that's my little brother. You have to tell Daddy." "Okay," Nicky conceded. "Will you help me?" "Sure," Timmy promised. With that, Timmy went down the hall to the room Nicky shared with their littlest brother, Benji. Timmy knocked on the door. "C'mon in," Benji said loudly. "Hi, buddy," Timmy smiled, poking his head into the room. "Timmy!" Benji shined, jumping up and giving his big brother a hug. "You are the best hugger, you know that, Benji?" Timmy told him. "Listen, I need to get something for Nicky. Where does he keep his underwear?" "In that top drawer," Benji pointed. "Why do you need Nicky's underwear?" "Long story, Benj," Timmy skirted. "Hey, dinner in about 10 minutes, okay? daddy says wash your hands." "Okay," Benji said, heading to the bathroom. Going back into his room with the requested items, Timmy lay Nicky's jeans, tee-shirt and underpants on the bed. "Here you go, Nick," Timmy said, patting him on the back. "Thanks, Tim," Nicky said, gratefully. Nick and Tim pulled their neckties off and unbuttoned their shirts. Timmy was really anxious to see his little brother's penis, not really remembering it being all that small. Unzipping is school uniform pants, Nicky caught Timmy staring. "Timmy," Nicky said sternly." "Relax, Nick," Timmy said cooly. "I've seen it before, and it's not as little as they're saying." Nicky revealed his penis, which only stretched about an inch when soft, and his grapesized testicles. "But look, Nick," Timmy said, walking toward his brother, "let me show you." Reaching out, Timmy grasped Nicky's smallish penis between his thumb and forefinger, and immediately felt it stir. "Here's what I think you should do, buddy: Just walk into the shower, soap up your cock into a boner, and tell them, okay, now let's see who's little." As Timmy was masturbating Nicky, Nicky responded softly, "Do you really think I could get away with that? I mean, the coach stood right there and watched them tease me and run after me, and grab me, and rip my underwear off me, and did nothing." "Exactly," Timmy nodded, as he continued to stroke his brother. "If he did nothing, he's probably waiting for you to fight back. See, look at this. This has got to be a good 6 inches. You can't tell me all the boys in freshman gym have more than 6 inches." "Come on, boys," Daddy intruded, "dinner's on. Oh, my. What's going on here?" "I was just showing Nicky that, although his penis is little when it's soft, it grows to a good 6 inches when it's hard," Timmy explained. "See, Daddy?" "Yes, Timmy," Daddy acknowledged. "I see that." Daddy approached, wrapping his strong, hairy arms around Nicky from behind, while Timmy continued to jerk on Nicky's now very erect penis. "I told you Timmy could help," Daddy reminded Nicky. "I have suggested Nicky give the boys a show in the shower tomorrow, Daddy," Timmy revealed. "I figure there have to be some boys in there who are smaller than 6 inches when they're hard, so it stands to reason that they would shut up if he challenged them." "Well, it just might," Daddy chuckled, "but don't you think the coach might object?" "Tell him, Nicky," Timmy encouraged. "Tell him what you said to me." "The boys chased me around the locker room, grabbed me, and ripped my underwear off me so they could make fun of my penis again, and the coach just stood there and didn't do a thing," Nicky told him, breathy heavy from Timmy's master cocksmanship. "I see," Daddy said, with a raised eyebrow. "I should go and beat the shit out of that Brother Francis." Daddy kissed the back of Nicky's neck, while Timmy got on his knees and wrapped his warm mouth around Nicky's engorged boycock. "Oh, Timmy," Nicky groaned. Daddy ran his hands up and down Nicky's slightly furry chest, nibbling the back of his neck. Nicky reached back and grabbed the growing bulge in his daddy's pants. Daddy moved next to Nicky and pulled his daddycock from his pants, putting it right next to Nicky's. "See, son, mine's not all that much bigger than yours when we're hard," Daddy comforted. Nicky knew his Daddy was full of shit, but appreciated his effort. Timmy moved his mouth from Nicky's cock to Daddy's. "Sorry, Nick," Timmy slurped, looking up from under Nick's 6 incher. "Equal time for Daddy, you know." Nicky reached over and took daddy's pulsating throbber in his hand and fed it to his big brother. "Here, Timmy, suck on Daddy." "MMMMMMM," Timmy hummed. "Daddy, we have great-tasting cock in this family." Daddy placed his hand around the back of Timmy's head and began to face-fuck his eldest son. "That's it, boy," Daddy commanded, "pull the love cream out of that big old daddycock." Timmy loved when Daddy talked dirty. He built up speed on his suck job, while stroking Nicky's cock. "I'm real close, Tim," Daddy said through his teeth. "Yeah, me too, Timmy," Nicky agreed. Timmy removed his mouth from daddy's cock and began stroking both Daddy and Nicky. In moments, Nicky and daddy were breathing heavy and moaning. "Cumming, son," Daddy yelped. "Me, too," Nicky concurred. "Oh God," Daddy heaved. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." Nicky sputtered. With that, both Daddy and Nicky squirted their thick, salty cumropes all over Timmy; on his face, in his mouth, on his neck, on his smooth chest. Some even got on the floor. Daddy and Nicky collapsed on Timmy's bed. Timmy just licked the cum off his hands, enjoying each drop. "Daddy, don't you think we should help Timmy out of his school pants?" Nicky inquired. "Not now, Nicky," Timmy inserted. "Dinner is ready, and although I've already had my first course, we don't want Daddy's hard work to get ruined. We can play later." "What a thoughtful boy," Daddy said, patting Timmy on the head. "You," he contunued, pointing at Timmy, "go wash your hands." The three of them laughed, anxiously waiting for their playdate later that evening. If you enjoyed reading this account, please send me an e-mail at daddy2maggie@aol.com and offer your comments and suggestions. My thanks to those who have been keeping up with Daddy, Timmy, Nicky, the rest of the cast, and me, and have been in contact. When e-mailing me, please add your city. I'd love to know where you all come from. Thanks.