Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1998 19:14:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Helmut Finder <helmutfinder@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: Helmut's Endownment - A follow on Item re Beautiful Penis

I earlier wrote about my beautiful penis and it's effect on those who see
it.  First, an item appeared at this website under the heading of
Gay/Youth-Adult, then a follow-on item was printed under the heading of
Gay/High School.  These items were well received, based on my e-mail, and
more have been requested.  Here is another.


By the time I reached age 17 and had completed my sophomore year of high
school, I was well known by just about everyone in my part of the city,
male and female alike, as the boy with the beautiful penis.  It was easy
for people who had only heard of me and my beautiful, now fully developed
phallic endowment to identify me - after all, I was the only person in the
city to have the name Helmut!  So even if strangers were only passing on
the street and overheard a friend or acquaintance call my name, they
immediately turned and stared at me.  As well, some would actually approach
and ask, "Are you the kid that has the good lookin' pecker?"  And, "When
you gonna' show me that beautiful machine of yours?"  And, "I'll bet you
drive the girls crazy with that pecker of yours, don't you?"

So despite the immense pleasures that my penis had brought me with the many
classmates and with the adult friends of Al (my man lover), I was beginning
to feel a little annoyed at having no privacy when I just wanted to be at
the pizza shop or soda fountain, and just enjoy being a teenager.  It was
at this stage that I received a call from my Uncle Ted, who was an engineer
in San Francisco.  Uncle Ted was calling to invite me to come out and spend
some time with him at his home in the Bay Area, all expenses paid.  What a
deal!  Of course I quickly obtained my parents' permission and made all the
arrangements.

Arriving at San Francisco Airport, Uncle Ted was there at the gate to greet
me.  He was gushing with appreciation for my coming out to see him, as few
others of the relatives had been willing to do, apparently.  Then he turned
serious.  It seems that one of the machines which Uncle Ted had invented
and sold to a company in Denver needed expert attention, and Ted was
contractually obligated to take care of the problem.  He therefore would
have to leave the following day to fly to Denver, which meant he would
leave me alone for a couple of days.  I assured him that I would be fine,
and not to worry.

Uncle Ted took me to his house, which was a rather palatial estate
overlooking the Bay.  From it's position, one could see practically all the
city.  Uncle Ted took great delight in pointing out the landmarks, then
focusing his large telescope on each of them so I could see them clearly.
Following this, Uncle Ted informed me that we had dinner reservations in
the city for later that evening, but would first show me some of the more
interesting parts of the city.  As we drove along, he would point out
buildings, areas, parks, museums, etc., and advised that I might like to
tour some of the sights during the time that he had to be out of town.  I
couldn't have asked for anything better, and quickly expressed my
appreciation for his offer and ideas.  Following a wonderful dinner at one
of the waterfront restaurants, we returned to his home.  It was getting
late, and we were both tired from the long, tedious day we had just gotten
through, so we went to bed.  I slept like a log!

The following morning Uncle Ted greeted me in the kitchen, where he had
prepared a full breakfast.  Despite the large dinner the night before, I
was famished and ate ravenously.  Uncle Ted ate lightly and quickly, and
had just taken his last sip of coffee when a car horn sounded.  "My taxi.
Gotta' go.  Here are the keys for the house and for the car.  Make sure you
only park in legal spots when you go downtown - don't want any tickets!"
Man-oh-man, was I in heaven or what?  I walked with him to the door, picked
up one of his bags and accompanied him to the taxi.  I watched the taxi
disappear around the curved drive with mixed feelings about Ted leaving,
but knew full well that he would be back soon.  Meanwhile, I would have a
chance to see stuff on my own, and not bore my uncle with it.

I drove into the city and immediately headed over to one of the museums
that Ted had pointed out as being especially interesting and worthy of
seeing.  I made sure to park the car in an attended lot, then walked the
additional block to the museum.  Ted was right!  There were exhibits here
that I could never have imagined even existed.  One exhibit in particular,
a Transportation Exhibit, took my full attention and interest.  I stood
reading every placard that was on the displayed items, and the long
dissertation that had been put together by someone who was as big a
transportation nut as I apparently.  It was extremely lengthy, and I had
been reading for quite a few minutes when I sensed that some people had
come up behind me.  I turned to look, and saw two very distinguished
gentlemen, whom I guessed at the time to be in their late 50's.  They were
also reading the lengthy treatise that had so taken my attention.  Seeing
me turn, one of the two said, "Sorry to be so rude - it's just that we have
seen about all we wanted to here, but did want to read about this exhibit."
"That's okay," I said, and turned back to my reading.  I finished up and
turned to walk away.  Just then, both the men also finished reading as much
as they had wanted to, apparently, and turned toward the exit.

Heading back to the parking lot to retrieve the car, I noticed that both
the men were walking in the same direction, just ahead of me.  They must
have heard me behind them, as they turned simultaneously to look in my
direction. Seeing me, they stopped and allowed me to catch up.  "Where are
you headed?"  one asked.  I pointed toward the parking lot, and said, "To
get my car."  "So are we," the second gentleman said.  The three of us
continued on together.  They asked a lot of questions about where I was
from, what was I doing in the city, how long would I be here, etc.  We
introduced ourselves, and naturally I had to go through the explanation of
my name and its origin.  Their names were Jack and Henry, they informed me.
Both were graying, though Jack was further along than Henry.  They were
both trim of stature, cleanly shaved and dressed in very nice sport
jackets, open-necked shirts and slacks.  Just as we were about to cross the
intersection to go into the parking lot, Jack made a comment about it being
lunch time, and how about the three of us getting something to eat.  Henry
observed that he was past due to eat, as his stomach was beginning to
shrink!  It sounded good to me too!  The salty air of the Bay Area must
have been causing me to burn off the calories, as I had never felt so
hungry as I had since arriving here.

We agreed to leave my car in the security of the parking lot, and we would
all go in Henry's car.  We soon arrived at a nice dining facility which
offered valet parking, a nice carpeted, canopied entry.  As the doorman let
us in, he greeted Jack and Henry by their last names, "Mr. Olivero and
Mr. Anderson."  I knew then that I was in the company of a couple of
fellows who were of means and who had been in this establishment probably
many times before.  Jack ordered a seafood creation for all of us.  They
each had a glass of wine, and I had water only.  Henry then ordered a
chocolate dessert with three forks, and we shared it.  Henry insisted on
picking up the tab and would not hear of me paying even my share.

The car was brought around, and we all got in, satisfied yet not stuffed
with our delicious lunch.  Jack said, "Henry, let's show Helmut the
apartment.  It's early, and we can get him back to the parking lot to get
his car without a lot of delay.  Okay with you, Helmut?"  "Sure," I
responded.  I felt free to do whatever I wanted, and was certainly in no
big hurry to go back to the empty house this early in the day.

Henry drove like an experienced tour guide, taking shortcuts when traffic
seemed to build, and generally missing every red light on our path.  We
soon arrived in a beautiful neighborhood of multi-story buildings and well
manicured lawns and gardens.  Pulling into a parking garage, Henry
announced, "Here we are."  We walked a few steps to the elevator, got in
and Jack pushed the button for the seventh floor.  A short, quiet ride on
the fully carpeted elevator ended with a softened bell sounding, the doors
opened and we stepped off onto a lavishly decorated hallway.  Henry
explained that there were only two apartments on each floor, so there was
never any problem with noise from the neighbors.  We walked down the hall
to a heavy entry door, and Henry unlocked the door.  Entering, I was
overwhelmed with the artifacts and unusual furniture that adorned the entry
foyer and the visible sitting room directly ahead.

As Henry and Jack removed their their jackets and placed them on hangars in
the closet, I knew that these gentlemen were not only of sophisticated
tastes in food, they showed real class in their choices of colors, fabrics,
woods and other decorator items!  And none of this came cheaply, I would
bet!  I was pleased and honored that I was getting a chance to see this.

Jack said to Henry, "Show Helmut around.  I'm going to wash off some of
this grime."  Jack and I then began the circuit of this apartment which
easily could have been a palace!  Everything was spacious, elegant and
tastefully coordinated.  After Jack showed me his bedroom, we passed
through a connecting door into another - this was Henry's, Jack informed
me.  I could hear the sounds of a shower running on the other side of a
door, and presumed this to be Henry in the shower.  Jack then directed me
down a short hallway leading from the bedrooms, into a large, wood paneled
'facility' that was equipped with a lot of different items in leather and
impressive wood.  The central fixture in this room was an edifice carved
from tropical wood which was about three feet high and about one foot in
diameter.  It was smoothly polished, and was almost black in color - it was
a gigantic penis!  It caught my eye, and I stared.  I couldn't look away!
Henry kept talking but I couldn't make out a word he was saying!  This was
a giant object worthy of worship as a symbol of virility and pleasure!!  It
didn't take Henry long to realize that I was no longer "with" him, either
mentally or physically.

"Do you like that, Helmut?" came his question.  "I think it is gorgeous," I
told him.  "Go over to it and rub it.  It will increase your sexual prowess
and staying power," Henry said.  I did as he invited.  I could never have
imagined such a feeling - I could feel my penis hardening just at the touch
and thought of it.  I stroked it with both hands, slowly side stepping
around it with my eyes glued on its magnificence.  "Careful!" Henry said,
"You'll make it cum!"  "It's more likely to make me come," I chuckled.

Jack entered this chamber of sensual furnishings, adorned only with a towel
around his waist.  "Next," he said, referring to the shower.  Henry
departed after informing Jack of my love for the giant phallus that
occupied center stage in this room.  Jack just grinned knowingly, and
invited me to have a seat on one of the cushion-chairs that had been
arranged in something of a circle around Mr. Penis.  No more than I had
taken a seat when Jack handed me a glass of some sort of beverage.  I
tasted it and it was good.  Jack informed me that it was a Bacardi rum and
Coke.  I wasn't sure why, but it tasted delicious, and I was soon asking
for another.  "Good thing I made it light, I guess - here you are."
"Thanks," I said and determined that I had better go slow and only sip this
one.

"How about you, Helmut, would you like to shower off?" Jack said.  "Sure,
when Jack is finished."  "No need to wait.  Go through that door, and there
is a bath in there.  There are plenty of towels and robes, if you don't
want to put your street clothes back on right away."

The brisk shower felt good.  The soaps were scented with an unusual scent,
and though I knew it wasn't possible, I would have sworn that some even
smelled like cum.  Toweling off, I tried to decide whether to follow Jack's
lead with only a towel around the waist, or to wear one of the terry cloth
robes that were neatly folded in the linen closet - I opted for the robe,
and secured the tie around my waist.

I returned to the room to find that Henry had also re-joined us, and was
sitting on one of the cushion chairs.  I took my seat again, and lifted my
drink in a salute to the two of them.  "My compliments on a beautiful
home," I said.  They responded with their uplifted glasses.  I heard the
ice tinkle in Jack's glass as he drained it.  He arose and reached for my
glass, offering to freshen it up.  He did the same for Henry.  Jack moved
over to the seat cushion adjacent to mine while Henry was performing the
bartender functions.  Looking at the centerpiece he said, "Don't you wonder
who the New Guineans used as a model for that damned beauty?"  "Whoever it
was, he would be a sight to behold wouldn't he?" I offered.

Henry returned with the refreshments, and it was obvious that he had only
given me more ice, not more rum and coke.  He took the cushion at my other
side, and we three then reclined and sipped on our beverages, gazing at the
beauty of the gigantic penis.  Henry and Jack, as if tied at the hip,
simultaneously shifted their positions so that they were now flat on their
backs.  I looked at both of them when they shifted - they both were showing
increasingly higher tents being formed in their crotches, as they both
stared at the giant penis-god.  They paid no attention that I was staring
at them - they kept their gazes on the edifice.  This began to excite me,
and though I could feel it happening, I was not aware that my own beautiful
master had protruded between the overlaps of my robe.

Henry saw it first.  "MY GOD," he exclaimed.  Jack turned, saw, and
immediately reached for me.  I lay still while Jack and Henry studied my
endowment.  "HELMUT, YOU WERE THE MODEL!" Jack shouted. Shifting again,
Henry on one side and Jack on the other, they threw back the flaps of my
robe, and stared at my beauty.  Jack untied my robe, helped me get it off,
then threw it and his own towel into a heap on the side.  Henry got rid of
his towel as well, and we three lay there on the carpeted floor, making a
distorted cross with our bodies, their heads at my crotch.

Henry was first - he took in my full penis without any effort at all, and
began a very slight up and down motion.  Jack, meanwhile, moved up to my
chest and started working at my nipples with his tongue.  He soon moved up
further, and took my mouth in his, trying to devour me it seemed. I
responded, as Al and hisfriends had shown me how.  Jack was delighted, and
immediately moved back down to where he could use his tongue on my big ball
sac - one ball after another, he worked his tongue on my man-sac, then took
both balls into his mouth, massaging them every so gently with his tongue.

Suddenly they both stopped.  They stood up, and I could now see that they
were both bountifully equipped!  "I'm eight and three-fourths inches, and
Henry is nine inches," Jack said.  "You're not only long, you are just
plain big," I said to their delight.  Jack walked over to a phonograph, and
put on a stack of LP records.  I had never heard the haunting melodies
before, and concluded that they must be from somewhere other than the
United States.  As if he had heard my thoughts, Jack said, "Classical
recordings from India.  They are to put you in the right mood and help you
stay focused," he advised.  Henry had moved off to the bar, and soon
returned with three Bacardi's and Coke.  They then sat down, but did not
approach me.

We all three lay there with our beverages, our erections beginning to
soften, and listened to classical music from India!  I had never
encountered such a thing. Again it was as if they were reading my thoughts.
Jack began telling me how sensual pleasures can be extended and even made
to be felt outside the immediate areas of the crotch.  As well, he
explained that it is possible to have a quasi-orgasm without actually
expelling one's sperm.  I had never heard such a thing, but I was willing
to listen and to try their way.

Jack put his glass down, and moved toward Henry.  He took Henry's giant
penis in his hands, and began to stroke it back to life.  I was impressed
with Jack's tenderness towards his partner.  Soon Henry was back to his
nine inch condition and Henry shifted around to a "69" position with Jack.
They inhaled one another's giant appendages, taking them in until the
other's ball sac was touching the other's nose.  Up and down, ever so
gently and without any indication of difficulty, they deep throated one
another.  I moved over to this stack of sensual activity, and started using
my tongue on the balls of the top partner, Jack.  I could hear him moaning,
and with each moan, Henry would seem to respond with his own as he felt the
sensation of the vibrations.

Raising his head and his pelvis ever so slowly, Jack dismounted.  He was
breathing heavily, but neither of these two giants showed any signs of
having ejaculated.  They jointly guided me back to my position, and noticed
that the sexual activity had caused me to be at near full staff.  Jack took
the head of my penis between his lips and began massaging it, almost as if
chewing with the lips themselves.  This sent shivers through me.  Damned,
this was good!  Without warning, Jack dropped his widely opened mouth
directly onto my full erection.  I could feel it bang down his throat,
massaging the full length of its staff.  Then he stayed still, and just
made swallowing motions with his tongue while humming along with the Indian
classical music.  I thought I had entered paradise!  This may well have
been the best I had ever had.

Jack slowly removed his mouth from my penis.  He then took his hand and
began to ply his own giant beast of a penis.  Henry walked over with his
own erection in his hand.  He had been jerking off on the side as Jack gave
me the deep throat, and he appeared to be about ready to explode.  He said
to Jack, "I'm about ready to start this if you are."  Jack said nothing,
but opened his mouth wide while Henry continued pumping his own prime meat.
Soon Henry erupted, sending a stream of cum onto Jack's lips and into his
mouth.  Henry then completed his ejaculation with a more directed flow of
his semen, directly into Jack's mouth.  When he was finished, Henry took
his index finger and wiped off the remaining tidbit of cum left on his
dick, then put the finger into his mouth and ate the cum.  He then lowered
his head to Jack's face, and cleaned the spilled semen from Jack.

Jack pivoted his body, and brought his face directly above mine.  He
brought his lips down to kiss me, opening his mouth at the time of contact
- Henry's cum poured into my mouth!  It was an unusually heavy lode, and
combined with the saliva that Jack had contributed, it took me several
swallows to take it all down and keep from choking.  What a beautiful
experience!  I had never done anything like this before, but determined
that this would become part of my routine in the future.

Jack brought his crotch to my face.  I immediately began sucking his giant
member, trying to take it all in without making any choking sounds.  It
wasn't easy, but I did.  Now I was comfortable - I gave Jack a deep throat
experience like I've given noone before.  He soon had to withdraw, and
began jerking his giant.  With his free hand, he guided me into a
comfortable position, motioned for me to open my mouth - a gush of sweet
tasting, hot cum hit the back of my throat, followed by several more rushes
of the tasty liquid.

As Henry had done, Jack finished, used his index finger to take away the
last remnants of his huge ejaculation from his penis, then licked it off
and swallowed.  Unlike Henry, he had not missed the mark with his first
rush of cum, and therefore there was little on my face and lips to lick
off.  Henry lay down beside me, I rolled up to where my lips were directly
above his mouth, then I gave him what he craved - a giant mother lode of
cum and saliva, straight in.  My lips sealed his mouth closed, and I didn't
move off until I knew I had completely emptied Jack's cum repository!

We three lay there - Jack and Henry were breathing heavily from exhaustion.
I was in a little better shape, but was breathing heavily as well.  This
period of what I believed at the time to be a recuperation period went on
for about five minutes - my erection had softened some, and I was beginning
to feel a tingling all over.  My legs, my rectum and my lower abdomen felt
as it they were on fire.  My balls were beginning to give me the slightest
pain of ecstasy!  "This is good," I thought as I lay there.

Jack and Henry arose and wrapped their towels around their waists,
explaining that I was not to be brought to climax today, but must return
tomorrow.  "You see, Helmut, your gratification tomorrow will be made even
greater for having waited, and we both can guarantee that you will have the
most explosive orgasm and ejaculation that you will ever have in your life.
You must not go home and jerk off, nor can you go down to the bars and find
yourself a whore to dump your seeds into.  You must now get dressed, we
will drive you back to your auto, and you go home!  Tomorrow, be back here
for lunch at noon - I'll have something brought in.  Afterward, both of us
will dedicate our bodies and our imaginations to giving you whatever you
ask for, and we will show you a couple of techniques for increasing the
intensity of your next cumming, which I would anticipate will not happen
quickly, but will happen forcefully and it will happen tomorrow!!"

I did as I was told, and it was all I could do to keep from massaging my
aching joint during the night.  I returned to the palace of pleasure at
noon the following day, but that's another story: wait 'til you hear what
happened!!  If you have read this far, I have to believe you might want to
know, and would be willing to ask me for it.  Send your comments and
requests to:

helmutfinder@yahoo.com