Date: Sat, 28 May 2011 12:41:02 -0400 From: Dikko Witz Subject: Wayne's Little Dick - part 1 Although Dikkowitz erotic fiction features tales of young boys, the intended reader is of adult age. The Wayne's Little Dick series from Dikkowitz takes place in a small town in America in the mid 20th century... -------------------------------------- CRAZY JOHNNY -------------------------------------- Johnny had a hard on. It stuck out of the fly of his pants like a finger. "What are you doing?" I said, surprised as usual by his craziness. We were walking down the railroad tracks. "I'm trolling for queers," he said. "What will you do if you catch one?" "Make him suck my big dick." Johnny grabbed his dick between finger and thumb and waved it around while he thrust his hips forward. We had heard older boys talking about sucking dicks but neither of us believed it was something that actually happened. "You don't have a big dick," I said. "Kyle's dick is ten times as big as yours." Kyle was Johnny's older brother. The image of Kyle's big dick was fresh in my mind because the day before he had shown us what sperm looks like. "Show him!" Johnny had urged his brother. And Kyle had pulled his dick out right there in the backyard and jerked off until white stuff squirted out the end of it. "That's sperm!" Johnny said. "He does that all the time." Later Johnny showed me the sheets on their bed (they slept together on a big mattress) and how it was spotted with stains. "He wants to stick his dick in my ass but I won't let him." "What if he does it while you are asleep?" I asked. "I think I would wake up if he tried to poke that big pole up my butt." Neither Johnny nor I (my name is Wayne) could sperm yet, but I felt like it wouldn't be long before I did start squirting sperm because my dick had gotten noticeably bigger over the previous months. I didn't have any hair on it yet and when I rubbed it until it twitched and jumped nothing spurted out. Good feelings, though. I liked to rub it. Now that I had watched Johnny's brother jack off, I felt like I could ask Johnny if he jacked off, too, and he said he did and did I do it and we established that we both liked to jack off. "But I'm not going to walk around with my dick hanging out," I said. "That's just dumb." Johnny spit a goblet of saliva about 8 feet into the weeds. "Nobody can see me on these tracks. I like fresh air on my balls." I laughed at his stupidness. "Then why don't you hang your balls out, too? Why don't you take off your shorts and walk naked?" We weren't wearing any shirts. It was summer and hot and we wore no underpants under our shorts. "OK," he said. He was always up for a dare. "And I'll let you hold my shorts." "Why do I have to hold them?" "So you'll know I'm not chicken. If we see anybody I won't be able to put my shorts on they'll see me naked." The way he was grinning I could tell him it would please him to no end if somebody did see him naked. He handed me the shorts. "Thanks, sucker!" I yelled and took off running away from the tracks down toward the road, waving his shorts in the air. "You son of a bitch!" he yelled, but he was laughing as he chased me. Unfortunately, there was no cars coming down the road, unfortunate because I thought it would serve him right if somebody saw him. He could run faster than me so I knew he was going to catch me eventually. I tried to throw his shorts up in a tree, but they fell back to the ground and by the time I picked them up for another try, Johnny was on top of me. He knocked me down and we rolled in the dirt road. The sand was hot and it felt like we were at the beach. Instead of trying to snatch his own shorts back, he grabbed for my shorts. "Oh no!" I said, struggling to keep my pants on. Then he tried a new move. My shorts had big legs so he stuck his hand up the leg and grabbed at my balls. "You queer!" I yelled, trying to keep him from feeling me up. He was still naked and I saw his dick flopping around. It was hard. I grabbed at it to make him stop grabbing for mine. So there we were rolling around on the dirt road, one of us naked, grabbing for each other's dicks, when we heard a car coming. "Shit!" I yelled and tried to jump up. Johnny picked that moment to snatch my shorts down and they got tangled up around my ankles and tripped me. So when the car passed us we were both naked, me red-faced and trying to get up, and Johnny laughing his head off. I told you he was crazy. "Who was that?" I said, when I got my shorts back up. "I don't know but they got a good show." "I wish you would keep me out of your shows. I'm not planning on a life in the circus like you must be. I don't want to be the naked dick boy and have people pay 25 cents to look at my dick." Johnny's eyes sparkled. "You reckon people would pay to see my dick? That would be one easy way to make money." That made me remember a piece of gossip I had heard so I said, "Bobby Ingrams told me Mister Wilson said he would give him a dollar to show him his dick." "Did Bobby do it?" "I guess so," I said. "For a dollar? Wouldn't you?" Johnny rolled his eyes. "I just told you I would. Let's go see Mister Wilson. You could use a dollar, couldn't you?" "How do you know Mister Wilson wants to see our dicks? Bobby Ingrams has hair. And anyway, how do we know Bobby didn't make up that story." "Why would he make up a story like that?" "I don't know." "Come on," Johnny said. "Let's go see if Mister Wilson will give me a dollar. You don't have to do it, too. Just walk over there with me." "Well, OK, as long as I don't have to do anything." Mister Wilson lived by himself in a small house on the edge of town. It had wood siding and was shaped like an L with a porch filling in the space made by the L so that the roof was a rectangle. Mister Wilson was sitting on the porch just watching the road. In those days there wasn't much to do. "Hello, boys," he said. "Whatcha up to today?" He didn't act surprised to see us. It was a small town and he knew us and we knew him but that doesn't mean we ever spent any time socializing with each other. This was the first time me and Johnny had walked up to his house. "Nothing much," Johnny said. "Is it true you gave Bobby Ingrams a dollar to see his dick?" I kind of cringed inside that Johnny was so blunt about it. It seemed to me it would be better to ease into it. But Mister Wilson just laughed. "Is that what he said?" Johnny looked at me for confirmation. "Uh... well..." I said, "he told me you offered to give him a dollar, but he didn't say if you did." "Oh, I see," Mister Wilson said, which I thought left things pretty mysterious as to whether what Bobby said was true or not. But Johnny said, "So will you give me a dollar if I show you my dick?" "Sure!" Mister Wilson said. "I'm always happy to help out a boy who needs some spending money. Come on inside. Are you gonna show me yours, too, Wayne?" "Uh... no, sir," I said. "I'm just gonna watch Johnny do it." "Alright. Well come on in, then." Mister Wilson lifted himself out of the chair with a grunt and made an effort to straighten his back and then held the screen door open for me and Johnny. It wasn't much cooler inside, but he switched on an oscillating fan and that helped a little. Mister Wilson sat down on a chair in the kitchen. I thought maybe he liked sitting down a lot better than standing. "Let's see what you got," he said. Johnny didn't hesitate to drop his shorts. As usual, he had a boner. "That's a nice one," Mister Wilson said and touched it with his finger, making it kind of bounce a little. "You like to jack off?" "Yes," Johnny said. Mister Wilson wrapped a couple of fingers around the shaft of Johnny's dick and worked thew skin back and forth. I could feel myself get a boner in my shorts from watching the show. I thought maybe Johnny was right that people would pay to see him in the circus as the naked dick boy. "I know something that feels really good," Mister Wilson said. "You want to try it?" "OK," Johnny said. He had a look on his face like he already felt pretty good. Mister Wilson leaned over and put his mouth on Johnny's dick. Johnny did a little doubletake. It surprised me, too. I wasn't expecting that. Mister Wilson licked and slurped and every time Johnny's dick came into view it was wet and redder and bigger than I thought I had ever seen it. Then Johnny closed his eyes and leaned over a little and grabbed Mister Wilson's head. He thrust his hips back and forth. Mister Wilson sucked. Johnny said, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I was squeezing my boner through my shorts. My mouth was hanging open. I noticed Mister Wilson had his hand in his own crotch doing the same thing I was. After a few more oh's and thrusts, Johnny said "Stop! Stop!" and pounded on Mister Wilson's head and his dick slid out of Mister Wilson's mouth. "Whew!" Johnny said. "Feel good?" Mister Wilson asked. "Yes!" Johnny said, and turned to me. "Wayne! You got to try this! It's great! It's better than jackin' off!" I realized I was still squeezing my boner through my shorts and took my hand off it. "No, not me. Maybe some other time." Johnny shrugged and made an expression at Mister Wilson like I was a fool who didn't know what he was missing. Mister Wilson gave Johnny a dollar. "Thanks, Mister Wilson! I feel like I should be the one who pays you!" They both laughed at that. I didn't. I felt a little grumpy, like I had a chance to do something cool and screwed it up. Outside, Johnny said, "Let's go swimming!" "Sounds good!" I said. We ran off toward our rope swing on the river.