MY LITTLE DICK


                               by John P

                            Copyright© 2011


Chapter 6

My life is good now. No more teasing at school about my little
dick. Mike and his father fill my bottom with cock every weekend.
I wear my knickers to school on the days when we don't have gym
and are required to take communal showers. I have to say that the
nylon or satin knickers that I wear are really soft against my
skin and I just wish someone had made me wear them years earlier.
Aren't girls lucky to be able to wear them every day!

Mike has left school and got a job now so I'm sort of on my own
now. I wondered if the teasing about my dick would begin again
but it hasn't done. I remember those days a year ago when the
boys in my class sniggered at my lack of dimension, all except
Mark Andrews. He never laughed, and although he said nothing to
the others, I felt that he seemed sorry for me. I don't know why
because he had a nice-sized piece of meat between his legs. I
keep catching him staring at me in class but when I look at him,
he looks away. Mind you, when I stare at him and he looks at me,
I turn away too. Why are we doing this?

In chemistry today, Mr. Davis was conducting an experiment to do
with hydrogen and he had set up the equipment on his bench. We
all had to gather round his bench to watch what happened in the
test-tubes and with 23 in the class, we were 2 deep in most
places, all pushing forward to watch what he did. Somebody
directly behind me was pushing too and I could feel a stiff dick
against my bottom.

I reached behind me to nip the dick, laughingly wanting whoever
it was to back off a little. It was a gesture meant as a joke but
whoever was behind me didn't move and instead closed his hand
over mine, keeping it there. I turned my head to see that it was
Mark peering over my shoulder at the experiment in progress. His
hand was holding mine tightly and he rubbed his stiffy against
it. It was nice and nobody could see what we were doing so I
started to rub it up and down.

He let go of my hand when he thought I would continue and I have
to confess to feeling excited as I wanked him over his pants. His
cock was long and thick, just how I like them, and I'd often
admired it when we had to shower together. Here I was now,
handling his fine specimen, and he was trying his best to pretend
he was watching what was happening on the bench in front of us.

"Carter!" Mr. Davis spoke and I jumped, taking my hand from the
cock I had been stroking and enjoying. "Are you paying attention?
Your mind seems to be somewhere else, boy."

"Sorry, sir," I replied sheepishly and returned my thoughts to
the experiment taking place before me. Mark's stiff cock remained
pressed against my arse though.

Once the experiment had been concluded, we all made our way back
to our desks and Mark gave me a meaningful look but I didn't know
exactly what that meaning was. I thought all morning about what
we had done and he must have been thinking the same because every
time I looked at him, he was staring back at me. What did it
mean?

After lunch, I stayed in the school, intending to finish my
homework which was due the next day. Everybody else seemed to be
outside in the sunshine so at least I would get some peace to
finish what I needed to. I hadn't been working more than 10
minutes when I needed a pee so I went off to the toilets nearby.
I had reached through my fly and had to negotiate my way under
the leg-band of the pink satin knickers that I wore. Once I had
found my little dick and had started to pee, I heard the door
open behind me but I didn't look up. Suddenly a groin was thrust
against my bottom and I looked around to see Mark was pressed
against me with the stiff cock which I had felt earlier.

Conscious of us being in public, I hissed, "What are you doing,
Mark?" and I looked around to make sure nobody was watching. He
ignored me though and put his arms around my waist, pushing his
cock harder into me. His right hand descended and suddenly his
fingers found my little willy and, now that I had finished
peeing, he felt it, running his fingers underneath to play with
my tiny balls. His hand suddenly froze when he touched the satin
of my underwear.

'Oh God! I'm done for now! He knows about my knickers!' He would
hate me! He would tell the others! Wait though. He was the only
one who didn't laugh at my tiny dick, the only one who seemed to
feel sorry for me. Of course he wouldn't tell anybody because he
liked me. In any case, he had just been feeling me up in a manner
which had made me stiff so that my 2" of thin dick stood out
proudly from my groin. Before I knew what was happening, his hand
was pulled from my inside my pants and I had been ushered into a
cubicle and the door had been firmly locked behind us.

I looked fearfully into Mark's eyes but I saw excitement there!
"Show me, John! Let me see them!" he whispered hoarsely. He was
in a state of high excitement! What was happening? I undid my
pants and shoved them down my legs and his eyes popped out. My 2"
stiff dick was still poking through the leg of my knickers and
Mark had sat down on the lid of the bowl, his eyes fixed to my
crotch.

His hands trembled as he touched my knickers and he gently
returned my stiff dick to its place inside them. "They're
beautiful, John!" That's all he said but his hands were moving
over every inch of the satin, feeling each inch where they
covered me. Covered is not really the word because the tightness
of them meant that every contour of me was visible, each bulge of
dick and balls, and both buttocks and the valley between were
visible. As his hands roamed over me, I was relieved that he
didn't hate me for wearing them.

He turned me round and touched my bottom, running his fingers
over the satin between my bum-cheeks. He kissed my knickers and I
felt his warm breath as he ran his tongue up and down the valley
between my cheeks. He made me open my legs and his fingers
touched my little balls from behind, running from there to touch
my hard little shaft, all lovingly felt through the material of
my girly underwear. His tongue was making my knickers wet and
soon I felt the wet satin sticking to my skin. He turned me round
again and slobbered over my satin knickers, licking my little
stiffy and fondling the tiny balls beneath, held in tightly by
the knickers which were now becoming drenched at the front too. I
liked this; this was exceptional. A boy in my class was
worshipping my knickers and I was certainly enjoying his
attention!

I wanted this to continue. I was becoming so hot that I wanted to
kiss him but I was unsure about how he would react. His hands and
fingers began to move more urgently, less gently than before, and
I recognized the signs of a boy so horny that he wanted to cum
and he didn't care where as long as it was now! What did he want?
A wank? A blowjob? Did he want to mount me and pump his spunk
inside my bottom?

Suddenly he stopped and turned me round to face him. "Sit down,"
he whispered and he stood up, moving round so that I might take
his place. Once I was seated, he undid his pants and quickly
lowered them. He would want me to wank him or give him a blowjob.
I was so worked up now that I would have given him anything he
asked for, even bending over so that he could fuck me if that was
what he wanted.

When he stood back up, there it was; Mark's cock in a condition I
had never seen it in before. It was painfully erect, its foreskin
still clinging to his fiery red knob. Unconsciously I licked my
lips, my eyes fixed to the manly shaft which stood proud from his
slightly hairy groin. My own little erection jumped too as this
boy displayed his wonderfully smooth cock to me and I brought up
my hand to take it into my palm.

His shaft was hot, throbbing, and in need of attention. My other
hand went below to cup his balls and he sighed as I fondled them,
weighing each large ball in my hand. His scrotum was hot and
sweaty, lightly haired, and the skin was not wrinkled as mine
was, but smooth as if his balls had swelled in size and he needed
milking badly before his ball-sac exploded.

He couldn't wait, that was obvious, so I began to wank him,
seeing the pre-cum which seeped from his pee-slit and dribbled
down the foreskin which half-covered his blood-engorged knob. I
wanked faster and when he whispered, "Suck it, John! Please!" I
moved my head forward and tasted the salty nectar with the tip of
my tongue. I ran my tongue around his knob, tasting and feeling
the taut skin, and I pulled his foreskin all the way back down
his shaft each time I pulled on it.

Mark couldn't wait! His arousal was too far advanced to give him
pleasure at a leisurely pace and suddenly he forced his knob into
my mouth, holding my head with both hands so that I had no chance
to refuse him. I was caught a little unprepared but this boy
needed relief now so I went straight to sucking and within 5
seconds, he groaned softly and the jerking of his cock inside my
mouth began.

Holding my head tighter, he fucked my mouth as he came, fucking
me as each gob of boy-spunk was pumped from his pee-slit. It was
hot, bitter, but not thick, and I sat there unmoving as he filled
my mouth with his slimy spunk. I couldn't swallow properly
because each time he thrust into me, he closed off my windpipe
with his spitting knob and I couldn't gauge when to try to
breathe. I choked and tried to pull back but with the boy in the
excited state he was in, he was in no mood for worrying about me.
He was cumming hard and fast and I had to go with him, to let him
fill me as he wanted.

On my tongue, the tube under his shaft pulsed again and again,
forcing more of his seed into me until he eventually stopped and
I could ease back my head an inch or two to allow myself take a
breath. Now I could swallow and I did so, needing two big gulps
to free up my mouth of the hot slimy semen which had been pumped
into my mouth.

He breathed hard, like an angry bull, his eyes half-closed as he
surveyed the tears in my eyes. My eyes had watered through the
gagging I had suffered and the tears had run down my face.
Suddenly he looked alarmed at what he had done and made to
withdraw but I held him fast, holding his buttocks tightly so he
could not escape. I knew the reason for my tears but the older
inexperienced boy did not.

When I knew that he would not flee, I released my grip and
stroked his taut buttocks, feeling the crease between with my
fingertips. He was still now, his breathing becoming more
regular, and I began to lick clean the boy's softening cock with
my tongue. Suddenly all was tranquil, a silence after the storm,
and he touched my hair with his fingers. The face of the raging
bull had been replaced by that of a contented creature, and that
face watched me soothe the cock that only a minute ago had reared
up and forced hot seed into my welcoming mouth.

He played with my hair as I pulled his cock from mouth and he
watched as I pulled back his foreskin to lick clean that part of
him which had been covered by it. My own desire to cum had been
left behind because of Mark's urgency but I didn't mind, thinking
that later I would relive this experience and wank until I shot
out a nice amount of warm spunk into a sink or toilet.

With his cock now soft, he pulled me up off the seat and held me,
whispering, "Thankyou, John. I really needed that!" I snuggled
against his shirt front and placed my hands on his bare bottom,
stroking it because he seemed to like that. I liked being held
and when he moved his hands down to play with my knickers again,
I felt so warm and safe with him.

When he suddenly whispered, "Hey, we'd better get to class!" I
realised that the time must have galloped along and suddenly two
boys were falling over each other, trying to pull up their pants
at the same time in a confined space. He was ready first but he
helped me to get dressed, fingering for one last time the satin
knickers that he had found so sexy before pulling up my pants to
cover them.

As we dashed to the next lesson, he asked, "Can you come to my
house after school? I want to show you something." I said yes
just as we got to the classroom door.



On the way to his house, I kept asking what he wanted to show me
but he wouldn't tell me. At his door, he put the key in the lock
and soon we were inside.

It was a small house, much smaller than ours anyway, and when he
invited me to his bedroom, I saw that it contained two beds. Ah,
he has a brother. But something didn't seem right and it took a
few seconds to realise that I could smell girly perfume. What
the...? Then I noticed the teddy-bear lying next to one of the
beds.

He saw my expression and started to explain. "We only have two
bedrooms so my sister has to sleep in the same room as me."

I had to ask, "How old is she?" and he replied, "Thirteen."

"Look at this," he said and led me to a chest of drawers. Opening
the top one, he said, "There! Aren't they really something?"

It was his sister's underwear drawer, full of knickers, bras and
tights. He fingered them reverently and invited me to touch them
too. School knickers, training bras, lacy knickers and a couple
of bikinis. His eyes glazed over as he fondled the garments and I
sensed that he wanted to touch the female flesh that they covered
rather than the garments themselves.

He took a lacy pair of knickers out of the drawer and placed them
against his cheek, rubbing them gently against him. I took out
some white cotton school knickers and placed them against me,
measuring them to see if they would fit me. It looked like they
might. It was a temptation to try them on but I resisted it,
telling myself that I wouldn't want anybody trying on MY knickers
when I wasn't there.

Mark, meantime, seemed to be getting worked up by the lacy
knickers he fondled and his hand was rubbing his crotch through
his pants. The bulge there confirmed that he was highly aroused
and I was pretty sure what was going to happen soon. He would
need to cum again and there were only the two of us here.

"Where's the bathroom, Mark?" I asked quietly and he broke off
his worship of the lacy knickers to tell me.

In the bathroom, I peed and searched for lubricant. I found a jar
of Vaseline and put it into my pocket and then returned to where
Mark was smelling the clean knickers. I knew what he needed and I
would give it to him. I liked him, liked him a lot, and I
couldn't stand by and watch him suffer.

Standing before him, I spoke quietly. "Undress me, Mark. I'll
give you what you want."

He looked at me, uncomprehending at first, and then the
realisation dawned on him. I was offering myself to him. With
trembling hands, he undressed me, removing each item of clothing
and laying it down on one of the beds. Soon I was down to just my
knickers and his eyes glazed over again as they devoured the
sight.

"Take your clothes off, Mark," I said softly and he ripped them
off, his eyes never leaving the pink satin that I wore. To
inflame him further, I turned and bent down to retrieve the jar
of Vaseline from my pocket and I felt his eyes on me, on my
little bottom.

Suddenly he was on his knees behind me and I felt again his
tongue against me, licking the satin which covered my bottom so
tightly. I remained bent over as he slobbered over me, his saliva
soaking my knickers. With uncertain hands, he pulled down my
knickers to just below my buttocks and his tongue touched my
bum-hole. I tingled at the touch, the hundreds of nerves around
my anus making me lust for more of him. His saliva soaked the
cleft between my buttocks and when he pushed the tip of his
tongue through my anal sphincter, I was ready to surrender
completely to this boy who turned me on so much.

He was an animal feasting on my body and my stiff 2" dick
betrayed the fact that I wanted to be eaten! This inexperienced
older boy was pushing all my buttons, arousing me in a way that
the men who already used me did. My knees became weak and
suddenly I collapsed forward onto the bed, pulling myself free
from the tongue that was giving me so much pleasure. My legs were
off the bed, spread wide, and my dick rubbed against the edge of
the mattress.

Within seconds, he had pounced on me again and his warm wet
tongue was forcing its way inside my arse. I mewled like a kitten
as my anal nerves were stimulated and I almost forgot the jar of
Vaseline which I still grasped in my hand. I was panting now as
Mark fucked me with his thick tongue but I managed to speak as I
brought my hand behind me to give him the Vaseline.

"Put some of this in me, Mark!" I whispered between my laboured
breaths and he took the jar. I was disappointed when his mouth
left my bottom but when his fingers invaded me, smeared with a
generous amount of the cold jelly, I sighed as two fingers
slipped inside me. I was as aroused as he was now and his
inexperienced handling of my young boy bottom caused me some pain
but he had me so worked up that I ignored his clumsy treatment of
me.

He was fucking me with his two fingers and I was mewling again
each time they were thrust inside me. He was panting too, his
arousal making him oblivious to the pain he might be causing me.
Mark would fuck me hard, urgently, without mercy, and I would
welcome him into my body regardless. I wanted to be used by him,
to feel his thick boy-cock deep inside me.

The fingers were removed and suddenly he was on me, mounting me,
pushing his knob against my greasy anus. I pushed out and then
his knob slid into me. The big knob opened up my sphincter and I
grabbed the bedclothes with both fists as I was invaded. His sigh
was audible when he felt my tight bum-hole squeezing his knob but
my own sighs came as he inched his big cock into me. I wanted
this, I wanted him, I wanted any man just now. I just needed
cock!

He pushed forward slowly but without stopping and found himself
completely buried in my boy-pussy, his sparse pubic hair crushed
against my bottom. He stopped then, I think to marvel at how his
entire shaft was being squeezed by my warm greasy rectum. I felt
good too, having this boy's thick shaft forcing open my insides.
I could have laid on my belly for ages, just basking in the
feeling of cock filling me up so full that I didn't want to move.
It couldn't happen, of course. Mark wanted desperately to cum, to
fuck the warm tight hole which I was happily providing for him.
It was his first time and I wanted it to be special for him.

Seconds later, he started to pull back and I felt momentary
regret but he slammed his cock back into me and began to fuck me
vigorously, slamming his hips against my bottom as he repeatedly
thrust violently into me. Each thrust took my breath away and I
gripped the bedclothes tighter as the rutting continued.

"Oh Mark!" I cried as he fucked me hard. I had the dull pain deep
inside me each time he bottomed out in me but I wanted that pain,
I needed it. He had been holding himself off me by his hands
supporting his weight but he lowered himself so that he covered
my back with his chest and belly and he kissed the back of my
neck and my shoulder. Oh how nice that felt!

He fucked me hard and fast and it was only seconds later when I
felt him suddenly freeze, his groin tight against my bottom, and
his knob expanded inside me. His cock jerked and he held me tight
as he began to spray the walls of my rectum with his boy-spunk.
The pulsing of his stiff shaft made me tingle as I felt his hot
semen being forced deep inside me and I lay still as he bred me.

Mark wailed as he came, the sound of an animal in pain, but the
animal was him and he was breeding me like a female. He was
filling me with spunk and I wanted to kiss him, to kiss his lips,
but I couldn't because I was face-down underneath his body. He
lay on me, panting in my ear as his cock jerked, his cock
spitting that wonderful hot spunk deep into my tight little arse.

When the jerking stopped, he stayed on top of me, no doubt
because of the instinct that the male has when breeding. Stay
inside the female until she has every fertile sperm from your
balls. Make sure she gets every single drop of the potent spunk
that will make her produce new offspring.

He released his grip on me but I didn't move. I would wait to see
what he wanted me to do. His hot seed would search for an egg but
of course it would be in vain. I was his female, his bitch, and
he would breed me at every opportunity. He would take me whenever
he wanted and I would be grateful for all the spunk he could pump
into me.

I bathed in the glow of his satisfaction, the satisfaction that
he was a true male at last, the proof of which swam freely in my
rectum. His cock was softening now but the walls inside my arse
tried to milk even more from him and he nuzzled my neck as the
sensation took him over.

"Ooh, John! How do you do that?" he whispered and kissed my
shoulder.

Less than a minute later, his cock regretfully was expelled from
my bum-hole and, as he stood up, I turned to look up at him. He
was grinning from ear to ear, his lust sated and proud that he
had experienced his first fuck. His urgent need to breed had been
satisfied and I think that he was thinking now about me, about
what I might still need.

I sat up, stood and pulled up my knickers. My next duty always
was to clean the penis that had just bred me. As a good girl
should, I knelt between his legs and took the soft cock in my
hand, licking his knob clean of his spunk and lubrication. He
looked down at me as I performed my oral duty and his eyes were
filled with what looked like love. It was just post-coital
melancholy, I was sure, but I felt nice about it anyway.

When I had finished cleaning him and I stood up, he kissed me on
the lips, a warm gentle kiss of affection. His hands were on my
bottom again, feeling once more the knickers that seemed to
arouse him so much. He turned me round then so that his chest was
against my back and his hand went down inside my knickers to take
my little dick between his fingers.

From behind, he wanked me gently, his fingers stroking my hard 2"
erection inside the satin and I leaned back against him, enjoying
the touch of his fingers. He went lower and cupped my little
ball-sac in his hand, moving my grape-sized balls around inside.
His head was forward now, leaning on my shoulder, and I turned my
head to kiss his cheek.

He heard my breathing quicken and his fingers wanked me more
firmly. With my head turned and buried into his neck, I felt the
tingling in my groin and I knew that I was about to shoot my
spunk. He didn't stop or slow down as I came and as my dick began
to spit warm semen into my knickers, I moaned into his neck,
"Mark! Oh Mark!" His left hand held me around my chest while his
right hand pulled my foreskin completely back and held it there.

I shuddered but his strong hands held me in place as my orgasm
washed over me in waves. I trembled as my spunk spilled out of my
little dick and my legs began to shake but Mark held me up so
that I wouldn't fall. When the trembling finally stopped, he took
his hand from inside my knickers and showed me the small amount
of spunk that had accidentally got onto his fingers. I brought
his hand to my mouth and sucked his fingers, cleaning off the
warm semen with my tongue.

He turned me round to face him and his eyes lit up when he saw
the mess I had made in my knickers. They were soaked with cum now
but it seemed to turn him on more than before. "Turn round and
bend over, John," he whispered and I did as he asked. He knelt
down behind me and I knew what he was looking for. When I heard
his gasp, I knew what he had found. I was leaking spunk from my
bum-hole and it fascinated him.

When he stood up, he asked me sheepishly, "Can I have your
knickers to keep? You know... as a souvenir?"

What could I say? He wanted them but he didn't say what he would
do with them. Did he want to wear them full of my spunk? Did he
want to lick the spunk out of them when I had left? Did he just
want to sniff them? A nasty thought came to me. Did he want to
show his sister my knickers full of spunk? And what did he do
with his sister anyway, being in the same bedroom all night?

I took my knickers off and handed them to him, watching as he
handled them as if they had been the Holy Grail. He placed them
carefully in a drawer after throwing all the contents onto the
floor. When he turned to face me again, he looked embarrassed but
he went over to his sister's drawer and took out a pair of sheer
lemon bikini panties.

"Wear these home, John, will you?" he said, but his face became
deep red when he added, "Bring them back when you come again but
don't wash them."

I had to ask. "What will you do with my knickers, Mark?"

He wouldn't answer but instead he turned away to hide his face
from me. I gazed at his bottom and wondered just what they would
look like in knickers. He wouldn't wear them, I thought, he was
too manly for that. It was only for boys like me who looked
feminine and were small-dicked.

"Go on. Tell me, Mark," I cajoled gently. "Whatever you tell me
is our secret."

He was still reluctant although now he had turned to face me.
Then he blurted it out.

"My sister likes to watch me wank while I wear her knickers and
when I cum, she puts them on herself and I have to lick her cunt!
When I show her your knickers, she will make me wear them and I
will have to cum in them too. Then she'll wear them and make me
lick her."

I was shocked but I suddenly thought, 'How would she like to
watch her brother fuck me while I wear her knickers?'

I had to go. I had to think up an excuse for arriving home in
strange knickers. I'd cheated on Mike too, hadn't I? Was I a slut
now?

END