Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2011 15:14:53 +0100 From: John P Subject: My Little Dick chapter 1 MY LITTLE DICK by John P Copyright 2011 Part 1 The other boys in my class at school always sniggered at me when we had to go into the showers after a gym lesson. They laughed and pointed and I always felt miserable when they made fun of me. In my class, the boys were mostly 12, although a couple of them were 13. When I looked around in the showers, I saw all their dicks and I was envious of their sizes. My own little dick was 1" long but it increased in length to 2" when I played with it in bed at nights. The boys in my class had much longer and thicker dicks than me and the fact that most had some hair around their genitals, even if only a little, just confirmed that they were more masculine than I was. Sometimes, when I looked in the mirror, my childish feminine face looked back at me and I began to feel that I would stay this way forever. I wore my hair longer than the other boys and they teased me mercilessly about it, calling me nasty names and saying how much like a girl I looked. The odd thing was though that out on the street, men would look at me kind of strangely but never with a sneering expression, unlike the boys in my class. I couldn't fathom why they looked at me at all; after all, I was insignificant in the world of masculinity. There was to be a change in my life though and that was brought about by a boy at school whom I worshipped. He was called Mike Connor and he was more handsome than anyone I knew. At 15 years old, he was adored by all the girls and they would try their best to get him to notice them. They hung around him and I have to admit that I hung around him too, every chance I got. He was nice to all the girls and when he wanted to free himself from their attentions, he did it in a way so that none of them felt rejected. He was 5'10" and built solidly, his arm and thigh muscles rippling as he moved in his gym shorts. His legs were hairy as were his fore-arms and he was often the subject of my fantasies when alone in my bed at night. I would play with my hard 2" dick and fantasise about how he would look naked and when my good feeling came, I imagined him cuddling me as I shook with the orgasm I had induced. One day after school, Mike was standing by the phone-box around the corner from the school and when I approached, he asked if I had any change. I managed to find a couple of coins and handed them over, and when I did, he smiled broadly at me and suddenly I was on cloud nine. I waited as he called his father and when he came out of the phone box, he asked where I lived. When I told him, he said his dad would give me a lift home and the money back that I had given him. I blushed beet-red and said it was OK about the money but I secretly wanted to be with him in his dad's car. While waiting for his dad to arrive, he asked me my name and I responded shyly, "John." He asked who were my friends and when I said that I didn't have any, he grinned and said, "You've got me as a friend if you want." My heart soared and I wanted to hug him but I didn't dare to; he would have probably called me names like the boys in my class. He kept smiling as he talked and I was so busy watching his mouth moving that I was taking no notice at all of what he was actually saying. My mind snapped back suddenly to what he was saying and I thought that I had misheard him. "What?" I said. "I said do you like girls or boys best?" he repeated and I blushed, unable to answer him. "Girls are a pain sometimes," he went on. "It's much easier getting on with boys, isn't it?" and I nodded agreement although I was thinking about the cruelty of my class-mates. He was full of confidence in a way that I wasn't and as we chatted, I found little to say. I was in awe of him and the fact that he even wanted to speak to me at all made me feel grateful. "I like your hair," he said. "I wish my dad would let me grow mine as long as yours." I blushed again, feeling the heat in my face, and when he said, "I think you look good," my blushing became even more obvious. I looked away and he asked, "Have I upset you?" "No," I said, turning my face to look at him. "It's just... that... the boys in my class..." and then I couldn't continue. "What about them?" he asked and his voice suddenly became harder. "Are they saying or doing things to you? Tell me, John." I was almost in tears as I explained, "They keep making fun of my... you know... it's only small." He looked around and then pulled me into a space behind the phone-box, in the bushes. "Tell me who's doing it, John. I hate bullies." His tone was angry then and he pulled me to him when he saw I was going to burst into tears and he held me. It was too late. I started sobbing like a girl and I felt so ashamed. He was a foot taller than me and my head was against his chest as he held me. Both his arms were around me and he was trying to calm me by whispering, "It's alright, John. Shush now. Don't get upset." One hand went up and began to stroke my hair and he started to kiss the top of my head in an effort to comfort me. He was calming me in one way but my body was reacting in quite the opposite way. My dick was hardening against him and I tried to pull away from him so that he wouldn't know of my arousal but he held me tighter, still kissing my head to stop my tears. "I'm sorry," I sobbed, looking up into his face and then he kissed my cheek. "There, John, it's alright," he whispered. "You're safe now." My arms were around his waist and he held me so close that I swear I could feel the bulge of his cock against my belly. I started to feel ashamed again as I realised that his cock must be massive inside his pants. My little stiffy was nothing compared to his and then I realised that he was much older than me and of course he would be bigger. It must have been in his consciousness too because he asked gently, "Does the size of your dick really bother you?" and when I nodded, he said, "It shouldn't, John. It will grow. You're only 12 so you have ages to go yet." He smiled at me again and I felt my tears begin to recede but I held onto him still and he seemed to want to keep comforting me. "My dick was small too when I was 12. You should see how it's grown," and then he suddenly realised what he had said. "I mean..." and I saw for the first time awkwardness appear on his face. "I didn't mean..." and his face flushed. Upset though I was, I wanted to see it. "Can I, Mike? Can I see it?" I was trembling as I asked, waiting for him to be annoyed or to push me away but he didn't. He considered for a few seconds and then said earnestly, "OK but you can't tell anybody, John. Agreed?" and I nodded. He stepped back from me, pulled down his zip and loosened his pants at the waist. He took my hand and put it inside his pants. My hand shook as my fingers touched the long thick cock that stood erect inside his underpants, tenting them out obscenely. I felt the long shaft, stroking it up and down and marvelling at the size of the monster. Mike shuddered as my fingers played along the bulge in the fabric which hid his cock and he sighed audibly. When he took his pants and underwear into both hands and pulled them down, I stifled a cry as his beautiful big organ was revealed. It was more than 5" of thick cock and I could not tear my eyes away from it. Even though it was erect, almost an inch of loose foreskin was gathered beyond the large knob and my shaking hand reached out to grasp his shaft. It was so hard and hot, so silky to my touch, and when I moved my hand gently back and forth, the foreskin slid easily so that his large dark red knob was revealed. I could feel his heartbeat as the monster pulsed rhythmically in the palm of my hand and I knew at once that I wanted more. Mike whispered to me then. "Take your pants down, John. I want to touch you," and I did so immediately, forgetting for the minute the shame I felt about my tiny dick. When my pants and undies were around my ankles, Mike's hand cupped my dick and balls and he whispered, "It's beautiful, John. Really nice." My anxiety gone about what he would think of my little pick, I brought my hand to his cock and I began to move his foreskin back and forth again in a wanking motion. His fingers were playing with my little stiffy and when he fondled my tiny balls, I felt as I had never felt before. No boy had ever touched me until now and the fact that it was Mike doing it to me was all I could have ever hoped for. "Can I suck it, John?" he asked and I was stunned. A boy such as Mike wanted to suck my tiny cock? While I was reeling from the shock, he knelt down before me and took my little shaft between his lips. His breath was hot against my groin and the exquisite feeling I experienced just then made me weak and I almost fell. His tongue played around my little knob and my hands went to each side of his head. This almost-man was tonguing my dick and making me have the most exciting feelings of my entire brief life and when he slid his lips down the whole 2" of my shaft, I knew straight away that I loved him. As his fingers came between my legs to play with my little balls, I move my legs further apart to make it easier and when he moved his hand further between my legs and touched my bum-hole, I nearly went wild. He was pushing against the hole, trying to get a finger up my bottom. I was becoming dizzy because of all the hot feelings that he was giving me and I wondered briefly if it was all a dream. He moved his head back and forth, sucking and licking as he did it, and while he licked the underside of my dick, he managed to penetrate my bottom with a finger. When I felt my bum-hole give way and his finger entered, I almost cried out. He pushed it deep inside and when he got to a certain point, I felt my dick jolt inside his mouth. What was he doing to me? What was happening inside me that made my dick pulse? His finger moved up and down inside me and he kept touching that same spot. I was feeling weird but in a good way, a very good way. My breathing began to quicken and I felt that something was going to happen but I didn't what it would be. Then I did. I was going to cum. I could only make thin clear liquid when I came in my bed at home and I suddenly became afraid that I would do something to disgrace myself in front of Mike. That clear stuff would go into Mike's mouth! Oh God! No! Don't let it happen! I couldn't help it. I was so far gone that I couldn't help myself. I groaned as I got the feeling and my dick jerked in his mouth. I was cumming and I couldn't stop it! Mike sucked greedily just then and held my bottom so that I would not pull away and it was then that I realised that he wanted me to cum in his mouth, that he wanted my little cum-juice. My dick pulsed several times and then it stopped. Why did he do it? He must have known that I couldn't stop cumming in his mouth. As my dick softened in his mouth, he pulled his finger from my bottom and he began to lick my little dick clean. He looked up at me and I half-expected that he might be mad but he smiled, licked his lips and whispered, "That tasted nice, John." I didn't know what to say. What DO you say to a wonderfully handsome boy who has just given you the most pleasurable five minutes of your life? When he stood, I saw the monster between his legs and I wanted to touch it again. My hand grasped the thick shaft and I began to wank him, this time in earnest. His long foreskin moved along the length of his stiff cock and I loved watching his big knob appear and then disappear. A clear liquid oozed from his pee-slit and it was then that it clicked. This was the same stuff that I produced when I had my orgasm so I figured that if he could take my stuff in his mouth, I could take his and so I knelt before him and touched the tip of my tongue to his knob. The stuff was salty and not at all unpleasant and each time I brought his foreskin forward, the tip of my tongue was covered with his loose skin. It felt weird but exciting. His hands went to each side of my head and he held me gently in place as I licked around his big knob. It was so big that I thought maybe I couldn't get it into my mouth but I found that when I opened my mouth wide, there was enough room to take it in. My mouth was full once the knob was inside and I knew it would be impossible to take any of his long shaft so I sucked on his knob, hoping that perhaps he would forgive me for not taking his whole 5" into my mouth. I used my tongue to lick the underside of his knob, to lick that bit which was most sensitive just underneath the head. When I looked up to see if what I was doing was pleasing him, he was looking down at me and smiled. "It feels great, John," he whispered and I swelled with pride and continued to lick and suck him. He had a thatch of dark pubic hair and when I moved my hand down to feel his balls, I found his ball-sac covered with hair too. His balls felt large in my hand and were heavy as I hefted each one and moved them around in their bag. Here was a man, a real man and I was the luckiest boy on God's earth to be able to please him. Twenty seconds later, I sensed that something was happening when I felt his big knob suddenly expand. He groaned and held my head tightly and I felt something warm and creamy begin to fill my mouth. 'He's cumming! He's cumming in my mouth!' My thoughts made me panic and I tried to pull away from him, to take his cock out of my mouth, but he held me there firmly. I could feel his hot spunk gathering at the entrance to my throat and my airway was cut off. 'I'm going to die!' was my next thought and I swallowed then and suddenly my airway was open again. His knob jerked over and over and I swallowed again when I felt his spunk pooling again at the back of my throat. Suddenly, instead of trying to escape, I found myself clutching his buttocks, my finger-nails almost puncturing his flesh as he filled me with his love-juice. His hands released their grip on my head and then he was stroking my hair and his fingers began to play with my ears. I stayed there, on my knees, and enjoyed the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. The jerking had stopped and my tongue now licked the pee-slit which had delivered so much of his love-juice into my willing mouth. There must have been more drops of his salty spunk oozing from his cock because I'm sure I tasted it on my tongue. When I looked up into his eyes, he was already watching me and when he whispered, "I love you, John," I melted. This boy, this man, loved me and I was sure I would never feel like this again. I pulled him towards me and suddenly I choked as his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back, brought me to my feet and suddenly his lips were on mine and his tongue was forcing its way between my lips and into my mouth. My arms went around his neck and I was kissing him back, sucking on his tongue. Then I felt his tongue licking my teeth and gums and I realised that he was tasting his own spunk which coated the inside of my mouth. His arms were around me too, caressing my bare bottom, and then he ran a finger between my buttocks and touched my bum-hole. It was electric and I automatically pushed my bottom out further so that he might push it inside me. "We really have to go, boys," came a soft voice and we both jumped. His father, leaning against the side of the phone-box, had been watching us for at least 5 minutes. I was red-faced as I came to my senses and tried to say something, to make an excuse, to apologise. My stammering amused Mike's father and now he could see my little dick, he said softly, "I can see why Mike wanted you. You're really cute." It was then that I saw the tent in his pants! I looked from there to Mike and he grinned as he started to pull up his pants. "Dad's cool, John. He likes cute boys too," and he grinned again. As I pulled up my own pants, my trembling hands just wouldn't work right and my fingers were totally unable to fasten my belt or pull up my zip but Mike's dad was there and he sank to his knees in an instant to help me. As his fingers worked on fastening my pants, one hand moved round behind me and he fondled my bottom. I was embarrassed that we had been caught but I was beginning to like the fingers which now caressed me and I didn't mind at all that his other hand was now stroking the front of my pants and making my dick go hard again. Then Mike took my face in his hands and kissed me again as his father's hands became more familiar with my body. When Mike's father stood again, he turned me to him and his tongue went between my lips and he tasted too his son's spunk in my mouth. Without thinking about it, my arms went around his neck and I kissed him back and then Mike was behind me, forcing his body against me. I was in a sandwich, a man in front of me with his stiff cock pressing into my belly and his son behind me, his cock also beginning to harden again. They wanted me! They both wanted me! We cuddled for only a minute before Mike's father said, "We'd better get out of here before somebody catches us," and we walked to the end of the street to where the car was parked. On the way home, Mike's dad watched in the interior mirror as his son molested me on the back seat but it couldn't last long because all too soon we were entering the street where I lived. As I got out of the car, Mike's dad handed me a card and said, "If you want to see me or Mike again, give us a call. We'd both like to see YOU again, wouldn't we, Mike?" and they both grinned. That night, in my bed, I went through the events that had begun to change my life. My hero and his father both wanted me, I knew, and the next time that the boys in my class teased me about my little 1" dick, I would smile to myself and ignore them. How many of them would have men who loved them like I had? The picture in my head in bed that night as I masturbated was of father and son making love to me and I concentrated on the image of Mike's dad filling my mouth with hot spunk and, as I came, I wondered how it would feel to have several inches of stiff cock pushed up my bum. ALL my stories can be found here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/John_P/