I 'm Bill, and have been cursed with a little dick. I suppose it was unfavorable genetics – I never found out if my father was of normal size – I was too ashamed to even mention it.

I didn't realize I was small until I was fourteen. Some of the guys started jacking-off together when we were twelve – as soon as we were able to cum. We all had small dicks then, but by the time we were fourteen all the other guys had grown a lot, but I hadn't. Some of them started teasing me about it, so I stopped jacking-off with them.

Then came the gym class and the mandatory showers. I did my best to hide my shame, sometimes with a towel, but in the shower itself mostly by just facing the wall. That wasn't a problem because most of the guys weren't looking around.

One day Jon, a new kid in school, joined our gym class. He was huge! I didn't know how big a horse cock was, but if anyone was hung like a horse, it was Jon! When he entered the shower, everybody turned away. Of course, Jon pranced around flaunting his manhood, and I couldn't help but look. Sooo big! How could such a thing ever happen?

Jon caught me looking, and I quickly looked away. My curiosity was working overtime, so I just had to get another look. Once again Jon caught me, and I pretended it was an accident. If only I could have a cock like Jon's!

When the new semester began, Jon and I were in Biology class together. Our teacher announced that we each would need a lab partner, and we could pair up if we wanted, or he would make assignments for anyone leftover. Jon approached me and asked if we could be partners and I agreed. That began a lasting friendship.

One day Jon invited me over to his house after school. His parents wouldn't be home for a few hours, so we had the place to ourselves. Jon offered me one of his dad's beers and I accepted. I'd never tasted beer before, and found it quite bitter, but I endured because Jon seemed to like it, and I knew all adults liked it, so this was just part of growing up.

By the time we were mid-way through our second beers, I was starting to feel a little funny from it. That's when Jon completely surprised me by saying, "I noticed that you've been looking at my cock."

I couldn't admit to such a thing, but in my semi-intoxicated state was still able to answer, "It's pretty tough to overlook!"

We both had a laugh about it, but then Jon continued, "But you seem especially interested."

"I don't know what you mean," I said, hoping that Jon wouldn't learn the truth.

"Come on, Bill," Jon said, "I've seen you glancing at my cock many times, and each time you pretend it was an accident."

I could think of no suitable response, so I just remained silent.

"It's actually okay," Jon said, "In fact you can take a close look right now." He stood up and began to unzip.

"That's okay," I said, "No need to bother." This situation was getting out of control.

"Oh, no bother," Jon said, "In fact, I like it that you're interested in my cock!"

I could think of nothing to reply, so I just watched in awe as Jon took out his enormous cock. It was soft and hung down as I looked in wonder. Certainly, Jon new for sure that I was staring at his cock now, but I just couldn't stop!

"Take it in your hand," suggested Jon, and without giving it a second thought I found myself reaching out and taking his huge cock in my hand – first with one, then both hands.

I had never touched another guy's cock before, but Jon's felt good. I marveled at the way it grew in response to my touch and felt kind of good that I was getting him hard. I began to stroke Jon, just as I'd stroked myself, but this was so much bigger. I watched with interest as the big head turned purple, and a small droplet formed on the tip. I thought Jon might be getting ready to pee.

"Lick the tip," directed Jon, but I hesitated. "Go ahead," he continued, "It's just pre-cum – you'll like it."

At this point I wasn't thinking completely rationally and extended my tongue licking up the drop. It was salty, but good tasting. If pre-cum tasted this good, I wondered what cum would taste like. Well, no matter, I'd never taste that!

I realized that I'd crossed some sort of line when I licked Jon's cock and quickly backed away letting go of his cock. I was alarmed as I realized that I actually enjoyed playing with Jon's cock – something no straight guy would ever do!

I took another sip of my beer as Jon drank the last of his.

"Now Bill, this is very important," Jon began, "I have a big cock because I'm an Alpha male."

That sounded kind of reasonable, recalling what we had learned in school about Alpha males in animal groups, and how everyone else submitted to them, but I had no idea where he was going with this.

"Okay," I said, "So you got the biggest cock – besides looking impressive, so what?"

"Well Bill," Jon said, "I want you to be my beta."

"I don't understand," I replied, "Beta's submit to Alpha's, but how does that affect me?"

"I want you to submit by sucking my cock," explained Jon.

"No fuckin' way!" I protested, "I'm straight!"

"Of course you are!" Jon agreed, "It's just conforming to a natural order of things." I continued to resist.

"At least give it a try," urged Jon, "You might like it."

That's exactly what a feared – I did find it strangely inviting but could never let Jon know.

"I'd rather not," I said, trying to convince myself as well.

Jon stood up and took out his cock again, bringing it just inches from my face.

My pulse quickened along with my breathing. I was so tempted, but just couldn't give in.

Jon pressed closer, brushing his cock past my nose. I saw another drop of pre-cum and leaned forward to lick it up. As I did, Jon pressed his cock to me. I don't recall opening my mouth, but I must have because soon he was inside.

It startled me at first, but as I sucked Jon, I found that it felt very natural – like that was the way it was supposed to be. Jon praised me and I began to accept that this probably was the natural order of things, continuing to suck.

In a few minutes Jon said, "Here is your reward." I felt his cock pulse as it shot one squirt after another into my mouth. It was very strong tasting, and very different from anything else. Like the beer, I just went along with it, expecting that I would grow accustomed to it.

"It's okay to swallow," Jon said. I swallowed the mouthful of cum that Jon had given me.

"That was really great!" said Jon, "You did a wonderful job – how was it for you?"

"Okay I guess," I replied, "I'm not exactly sure."

"It will get better with practice," Jon said, "But for now it would be good for you to think about it when you jack-off."

That seemed like a strange suggestion. I always thought about girls when I jacked-off, but I'd give it a try.

I went home, still a little intoxicated, and wondering if I'd just done something I would seriously regret. At bedtime I began to jack-off, thinking about girls as usual, but then remembered Jon's advice. I recalled sucking him and found that my arousal increased, and when I remembered him cumming in my mouth that sent me over the edge and I came as well.

The next day my mind raced through lots of conflicting thoughts. I realized that I'd done something I probably shouldn't have, but really liked it, and wanted even more. In biology class Jon invited me to come over again after school.

This time was different – there was no beer to loosen me up, and Jon got right to the point, stripping down completely as I gazed as his huge cock dangling before him. Jon suggested that I undress as well and jack-off while I sucked him. Soon I was naked as well and on my knees.

This time I needed no persuading, and quickly had Jon in my mouth as I pumped my cock. That seemed to take jacking-off to a whole new level. Sucking Jon as I stroked made me crave his cock even more, while sucking Jon really turned me on. I was tempted to cum quickly, but then thought I should hold off and let Jon cum first. That worked out wonderfully, because the taste of his hot load made me cum immediately, and stronger than ever before.

Needless to say, there was no debate: Jon was an Alpha and I was his beta, and I loved it that way. I sucked Jon pretty much anywhere he offered me his cock. Sometimes in a stairwell at school or a vacant classroom. I couldn't jack-off there, but whenever we were in a truly secure space, I was naked and jacking as I sucked.

We continued throughout high school and into college. We both went to the local community college, so we were still nearby. After college I got married, but soon my wife began complaining that she couldn't be properly fucked with my micro-cock, as she called it. The truth is that I couldn't even get inside, and usually ended up going down on her, and then jacking-off in private. She deserved a proper fucking, so the next time I sucked Jon I asked if he would take care of my wife, and he agreed.

I made the introductions, and my wife had the kinky idea of me sucking Jon to erection before he fucked her, and then licking his load out of her. She thought that she was cuckolding me, but in truth I did it to myself, but let her think she was in charge.

Now, after ten more years I still suck Jon several times a week, when he isn't fucking my wife. We have a son, who Jon clearly fathered, and I was glad that my son wouldn't grow up with a small cock.

Special thanks to my friend Jon, whose huge cock inspired this story. While the story is fiction, it may be based on actual events. I leave it to the reader to decide.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)