MY LITTLE DICK

by John P

Chapter 3

We were awakened by the ringing of the phone and I watched as Dad
climbed off the bed to answer it. As he picked up the receiver, I
looked at his 2" cock hanging there, soft now after he had
emptied his balls into my mouth. The taste remained and I
savoured it, my tongue running around my teeth and gums to feel
the slimy substance which still clung there.

As Dad talked, my mind went back to yesterday, to the feel of
Mike's cock as it jerked inside me, filling my mouth with his
manly juice. My little dick started to harden again and the
desire to suck dick began to overtake me. I shuffled towards Dad
and took his tiny cock into my mouth and started to suck. He
wasn't Mike but I wanted some sort of man and Dad was the only
one available.

He put down the phone and pulled his cock from my mouth. "John,"
he said seriously, "I need to talk to you."

I looked up into his face and I could see that he was worried.
"What is it, Dad?"

Sitting beside me on the bed, he put his arm around me and asked,
"Are you being bullied at school?"

Who had he just been talking to? How did he know about what the
boys at school said to me?

"A Mr. Connor just rang," he said, "and he tells me that his son
Mike has told him that the boys at school are giving you a hard
time. Is Mike the boy you were kissing?"

I turned red and nodded my head. With my head lowered, I said
quietly, "I should have told you but I was afraid you might laugh
at me. They were laughing and calling me girly."

Dad was angry then but he tried to make me feel better.

"They did the same to me at school, John," he said, cuddling me.
"You will learn that boys are two-faced. While their friends were
around, they were cruel but when they got me alone, they wanted
to kiss me and make me suck their dicks, particularly the older
ones. I liked to do it but the next time they were all together,
they would call me names again. They just didn't want their
friends to know that they found me attractive."

I listened as he spoke and wondered if those same boys who were
nasty to me really wanted to kiss me and suddenly a whole new
vista of possibilities came into view. Did Mark Andrews secretly
want to kiss me? I had noticed that while the others laughed, he
did not, and I was sure I had seen pity for me on his face.

Dad continued, "When I told my father, he said to forget them and
that one day they would regret what they had said to me. Then he
said we needed to go shopping for new clothes and we got dressed
to go out. On the way, I kept asking where we were going but he
said it was a surprise. He pulled up in front of this shop in
Colne, behind the Hippodrome cinema. There was no sign above the
door but it had a small display window with a sign in it. It said
Specialist Foundation Garments. I had no idea what that meant but
when my father knocked on the door, it opened and we were ushered
inside."

My interest increased when I saw his expression. His eyes were
fixed on something in the distance as he continued with his
reminiscence.

"Mr. Douthwaite, a pleasant looking man in his late 30s,
introduced himself to my father and I was pushed forward as my
father said, 'I need some new underwear for my son.' The man
replied, 'Certainly, Mr. Carter. I'm sure that we can find
something that you will find satisfactory.' Then the man came to
me and knelt to undress me and I shot a glance at my father but
there was no sign that he would intervene. Finally I was naked
except for the underpants which until then he had avoided
touching.

"Then he looked into my face and said to my father, 'He's
attractive, isn't he?' and my father just nodded. 'His dark
colouring is most appealing and he has those soft full lips and a
slight pout. On a girl, they would be called cock-sucking lips.'
I stood there as this man knelt before me and I was secretly
pleased that he was saying such nice things. He turned me around
and his hand ran down my back to my waist and without warning, he
pulled down my underpants. I looked at my father but he did nothing, just watched as the man's fingers explored me.

"His fingers touched my buttocks and I felt a thrill shoot
through me. His hands stroked me and one of his fingers stroked
between my cheeks and without thinking, I opened my legs further.
'He has a really pretty bottom too. You are such a lucky man.' I
was looking straight into my father's face but what really took
my attention was the bulge which had started to appear in the
front of his trousers. When Mr. Douthwaite pulled my underpants
down to my ankles and made me step out of them, I was a little
ashamed that my 1" dick was getting hard.

"Mr. Douthwaite shuffled on his knees so that he was beside me
and he took my dick between finger and thumb. With one hand still
stroking my bottom, he began to slowly stroke my dick. Then he
looked into my father's face and asked innocently, 'Do you touch
him when you are alone?' and my father deliberately lied.
'Certainly not!' he said, appearing outraged by the very
suggestion. His eyes were, however, firmly on what the man was
doing to me. 'Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Carter, most fathers find
it exciting to see their sons molested by strangers.'

"My father said nothing more but watched the man molest me and I
have to admit to liking the touch of this stranger. 'Your son's
little dick is perfect, Mr. Carter, such a pleasure to touch his
soft skin. His tiny balls will fit nicely in girls' knickers, I'm
sure, and we'll find something for him that you will find very
sexy.' Mr. Douthwaite had been looking at my father's trousers
and he said softly, 'Perhaps you would like to release your cock.
It must be uncomfortable inside your trousers. Please take them
off and show your son what a real man looks like.' His voice was
syrupy, seductive, but it seemed to work because my father took
off his pants and underpants and suddenly his long thick cock was
on display.

"My father began to stroke his cock, all the time watching what
the man was doing to me. 'Now, Jackie,' said Mr. Douthwaite, 'I
think we need to show your father how talented you are,' and he
stood up then. He took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips,
pushing his tongue into my mouth. I just stood there as his
tongue probed my mouth and his hands went behind me to clasp and
stroke my buttocks. After a minute, he looked over my shoulder
and spoke to my father. 'His lips are soft, Mr.Carter, and his
breath is sweet. He accepts tongue well, sir.' When he kissed me
again, I sucked on his tongue this time and then pushed it back
into his own mouth, following it with my own, and we gently
nibbled each other's lips for the next minute.

"Then he stopped and said softly, 'Take down my pants, Jackie,'
and I went to undo the belt around his waist. At first, I
struggled but he helped me and soon he was naked below the waist.
His penis hung down and I wanted to touch it. He was circumcised
and his large knob poked out of the end of what remained of his
foreskin. 'Feel it, Jackie, make it hard for me,' and I grasped
his hot shaft, squeezing gently until the shaft hardened and
lengthened, and soon I found myself wanking 5" of erect cock."

Dad's story was making me hard too and I cupped my dick and balls
in one hand as he continued.

"I loved the feel of it and my own little dick had become stiff
too. My father watched me, his eyes fixed firmly on my hand as I
wanked Mr. Douthwaite. 'Doesn't he do it well, Mr. Carter?' said
the man but my father didn't answer. I had noticed the pre-cum
leaking from the man's pee-slit and I found that I was smearing
it along his shaft, making my hand slide easier. Mr. Douthwaite
moaned and kept telling my father how sexy I was and how he
wanted to do lots more stuff to me. 'I think it's time that your
daddy watched you suck cock, young Jackie,' he said to me. 'Be a
good girl and kneel down in front of me.' As I took up that
position, Mr. Douthwaite said to my father, 'Come closer, Mr.
Carter. I want you to see your son with his mouth full of my
cock,' and my father moved forward until he was beside us.

"When he put his cock to my lips, I opened my mouth and he pushed
his knob forward and it slid into my mouth. It tasted salty
because of all the pre-cum was pouring out of his pee-slit.
'Look, Mr. Carter, see how your little boy sucks a stranger's
cock. Doesn't it excite you to watch your child being molested?
It's what you want, isn't it?' With my mouth full, I strained to
look up into my father's face and I saw his expression of lust.
His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it, his knob dark red and
leaking copious amounts of pre-cum which dripped from his
pee-slit and fell slowly in long strands to the floor.

"At last my father spoke but it was a strangled cry. 'Yes! Yes!
Do him! Let me watch you sexing him!' and he looked me straight
in the eye as he finally confirmed that he wanted me to be used
like a girl by the man. Mr. Douthwaite was also highly excited
but when he removed his cock from my mouth, I looked up,
wondering why he had taken away the thing I wanted most.

"He took my hand and led me to a couch in the middle of the shop
and sat me down on it. 'Open your legs wide, little girl!' he
hissed and then he knelt between them, reaching over me to a
shelf where a jar of Vaseline was on display. 'Grease her, Mr.
Carter, grease up your little girl so that I can fuck her!' and
he handed over the jar to my father. This sounded more an order
than a request and I trembled as I watched my father wrestle off
the cap, scoop some out and apply two greasy fingers to my
bum-hole. As he greased my hole, I could see plainly his cock,
long and thick, pulsing with his heartbeat as he prepared my hole
to be fucked by this stranger.

"My father received his next instruction. 'Stand behind the
couch, Mr. Carter. Don't interfere when I fill your child with
spunk. Understand?' For the first time, I saw my father in a
subservient role and I wondered why he was being so compliant.
Mr. Douthwaite pulled my hips forward so that my bottom was just
on the edge of the seat and he placed his knob against my anus. I
could feel it nestling there, sliding a little with the Vaseline
which my father had applied so liberally. When he pushed forward,
I winced but then I remembered what my father had always advised
and I pushed out, allowing his hot knob to slide through my
sphincter. My hole had been opened wide by the intruder and I
felt a thrill as he pushed forward slowly, gaining more
penetration each time he pulled out and pushed in. Soon his pubic
hair was scratching my bottom and I felt absolutely full inside.

"As his cock began to fuck into me, I looked up and could see my
father, upside down from where I half-sprawled, and he was
stroking his cock as his eyes remain fixed on the place where the
man and I were joined. As the pace increased, air was being
expelled from my lungs and the sound which left my mouth was a
sort of grunting. 'Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh' It went on and on,
the pain I had first felt receding and being replaced by the
sensation of an enjoyable dull pain each time he drove his cock
up into my belly. I wanted the pain to continue, for him to keep
ramming his pole into me, and when he paused for a second, I
looked into his eyes and pleaded, 'Please...' and he understood.

"His eyes went to my father and he must have known that my father
was close to cumming. 'Cum on her face! Shoot it onto her face!'
and within seconds, my chest and face were being sprayed with hot
spunk. I watched in fascination as hot spunk rained down on me
from my father's cock and I tried to catch some on my tongue. As
Mr. Douthwaite watched my efforts, he gave out a loud groan and I
felt his knob expand and suddenly I was being filled with his
seed. The virile man was emptying his balls into me and I felt
each pulse of his thick cock and his hot spunk splashed the walls
of my rectum. He cried out to my father, 'I'm cumming in her! I'm
breeding her. Look at her face! She loves it! She loves spunk!'

"Much of my father's spunk had splattered on my face and I looked
up to see the last drop ooze from his pee-slit and land on my
fore-head. Mr. Douthwaite had been tight against my bottom when
he had started to cum in me and I lay still, my anal muscles
rippling involuntarily to milk the last drops of his precious
semen from him. I looked into his eyes and saw the waning of his
orgasm on his face, the relaxing of his tight muscles as he came
down from the high. He scooped some of my father's spunk from my
face and made me lick it from his fingers, and then repeated it
until I had swallowed it all.

"My father moved from behind the couch and stood beside the man,
watching with great interest as Mr. Douthwaite pulled his cock
slowly from my arse. Once his cock was clear of my hole, he kept
my hole open with two fingers and said to my father, "Look, Mr.
Carter, see my spunk in your little girl,' and his fingers went
inside me to pull out seed for my father to see. When my father
nodded, he pushed them against my lips and I licked them,
swallowing his spunk. 'Come, Jackie, you must clean the cock
which fucked you,' said Mr. Douthwaite and I scrambled off the
couch and knelt between his legs, taking into my mouth the
softening cock which had afforded me so much pleasure and tasting
our mixed juices before swallowing them. When I had finished, my
father stood before me and I licked his spunky cock until I was
sure that it was absolutely clean."

The story had been affecting me immensely during the telling of
it and my little dick was painful with the desire to cum. Dad was
still in the shop and 20 years in the past and had not noticed
that I was fidgeting with discomfort. I needed somebody to touch
me, somebody to make me cum.

He continued his story then. "When they had finished with me,
they got dressed and I was left naked with a boner. When Mr.
Douthwaite noticed it, he said, 'We can't do a fitting with a
stiff clit, can we?' and he knelt and took my stiffy between his
fingers and wanked me. I held onto his shoulder as he wanked me
to steady myself but when I started to cum, I held him tighter
and he kissed my cheek as my hips bucked and the clear liquid
shot from my 2" stiffy. When my trembling stopped, he said
simply, 'Good girl. Now let's see if we can find you some nice
knickers,' and he left me and began to search through various
drawers in the shop until he found what he was looking for.

"When he returned, he was holding two pairs of knickers, one in
lemon and one in pale blue. 'Slip these on, Jackie,' he said,
holding out the lemon ones. 'Let your father see what you look
like.' A full-length mirror stood in the corner and as soon as I
had pulled my knickers up, I went over to study the effect. They
were sheer nylon and I could see every detail of my dick and my
balls beneath. I felt as though I was wearing nothing and the
difference between these and my own underpants was something I
would never forget. Mr. Douthwaite knelt beside me and when he
checked the fit in the groin, I shivered. He turned me around
then and his fingers touched my buttocks and the crack between
them. These sheer nylon knickers allowed even the slightest touch
to be felt and I wanted them. I rushed over to my father and
begged, 'Please, Daddy, please can I have them? They are so
soft.' For the first time in my life, he smiled at me with warmth
and I was shocked. My father had never been one for affection
with anybody, even my mother and I was stunned at the change in
him. "Yes, Jackie, a beautiful girl should always have the best.'
I couldn't help it; I threw my arms around his waist and cried
into his chest.

"He bought me 12 pairs of knickers that day, some without a
crotch, and when I got dressed and we had to leave, Mr.
Douthwaite spoke quietly to my father. 'She is a beautiful girl
and some man will be very lucky to have her. Please come again if
you think I can be of service. Here's my card.' We left then but
on the way home, my father pulled the car onto a dirt track and
made me take off my pants so that he could see again the lemon
knickers that he allowed me to wear home. The sight must have
excited him again because he lowered the back of my seat till it
was flat, made me turn over and pulled the gusset of my knickers
to one side. The Vaseline and spunk inside me meant I was still
slippery and he had little difficulty in sliding his thick cock
inside me and filling me once more with spunk. 'Oh Daddy, I do
love you!' I whispered as he came down from his orgasm and he
held me tight and kissed my neck.

"I had to wear underpants to school, of course. I couldn't let
anybody catch me wearing knickers but I would change into them at
home and I would hope that the family might go out and let me
show my father my sexy knickers when we were alone. It didn't
happen often enough for me but I would try to get my father
alone, if only for a few minutes, and I would suck his cock until
he spurted his thick rich cream into my mouth. This was my life
for the next 3 years until he died suddenly. I was distraught at
his loss, not least because I had no-one else to share my body
with. Such a tragedy!"

Dad was now in the grip of melancholy and I ignored my yearning
to cum in favour of cuddling him. I lay down and pulled his hand
so that he would lie next to me and then we hugged, each
comforting the other.

"I'm sorry Granddad died," I whispered and I meant it, even
though he had died before I was born.

After a few seconds, he said softly, "He would have loved you,
John. And not just as a grandson."

That possibility was to drift into my consciousness for many
months to come and it must have excited me because I always got a
boner each time I thought about it. Dad's girliness and
Granddad's masculinity were to feature regularly in my dreams but
Mike was always present too in one role or another.

As Dad drifted off into sleep, I lay awake and wondered what
Mike's dad had said exactly to my dad and how much had been said
about the activities between Mike and me. When Dad woke up, I
would ask him. Before creeping downstairs naked, I went into the
wardrobe where Dad kept the pictures and took them with me,
intending to study more closely the outfits which Granddad found
so stimulating. Would Mike like me dressed like that? Would it
excite him?

Thirty minutes late, Dad joined me downstairs and found me still
going through the pictures. Out of 87 pictures, there were 49
close-ups of Granddad's cock, either being sucked by my dad or
being inserted into Dad's arse. I had wanked myself off twice
before Dad joined me, spilling clear cum onto my belly.

"Granddad really was big, wasn't he, Dad?" and he smiled at me.

"The best I ever had," he replied. "but Mr. Douthwaite was good
too," and he laughed. I was so glad to see the melancholy had
left him.

"By the way, John, we've been invited to Mr. Connor's house
tonight. It looks like you're going to see your Mike again."

My heart flipped at this news and Dad saw it. "Try not to jump on
him as soon as you see him," and he laughed heartily.