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My Cock, I Think I'll Keep It
By Anonymous (pfieffer@pacbell.net)
***
A Gay guy with a really big dick, takes it out for a
run from time to time. (MM, size, exh, voy)
***
Over the course of my 29 year life, lots of people have
asked me what it is like to have cock like mine. At 19
inches long and 10.5 inches around (that's 3" thick if
you can't divide by pi) (and currently using a cockpump
to make it even bigger)I have one of the largest dicks
on the planet.
I've even had straight guys play with my huge dong just
so they could feel a tool like mine. To answer a lot of
the questions a lot of you have, and to satisfy the
voyeur in all of us, I'm publishing parts of my diary
(edited and updated). I started keeping the diary early
in life, but in the first entry I'm publishing I was 13
1/2.
Since the entries are dated, you need some point of
reference. I was born on November 8th, 1967.
6/19/80
Dear diary,
Why can't I stop trying to look at guys and their
cocks? Its bad enough that my dick is deformed, but I
can't help but look at guys in the locker room and any
time I'm at a urinal I can't help but look over and see
what the other guy has. I've never seen another guy
hard, but I really want to. Maybe when guys get hard
they get as big as I do. I hope so, I don't like the
jokes...I mean FUCK! I think I'm gay, and I don't want
to be! At least Jake doesn't mind me hanging around
him.
[Editor's note: Jake was my 19 year old cousin who was
staying with us while taking Summer School courses]
6/22/80
Dear Diary,
Jake is gay!! How do I know? I searched his room today
while he was at school and found a bunch of dirty
magazines. Its the first time I'd ever seen pornos and
I have to admit, it took a few moments to realize that
there were no chicks on the covers. My heart was
pounding and I felt faint as I realized that EVERYBODY
in his magazines were guys, and they were doing things
that I had never imagined. I'd heard about butt-
fucking, but here were pictures of spread ass-cheeks
and hard cocks buried inside, pictures of cocks, guys
sucking guys, it was incredible!
I was so hard it hurt! I ripped off my shorts and began
to jerk off in my favorite way. I ran my right hand
over my dickhead to get some lube, then wrapped both
hands around my meat (I'm trying to use words I saw and
read today), and came as soon as I began jerking. It
took maybe 3 strokes before I erupted, it was the most
intense orgasm I'd ever had. Cum spewed out all over. I
just rode it out, feeling too intense to think. After I
came, I didn't even get soft. I continued to leaf
through the magazines, jerking my cock until it was
almost time for Jake to get home, put away everything,
and went back to my room.
One thing I did notice, it didn't look like anybody had
a dick as big as mine. I wonder what's wrong with me?
One of the stories I read the guy kept going on about
his 10" long, 8" around cock. Hold on, maybe I should
measure myself...after all, if he's 10" and I'm about
that, I gotta be normal right? Hold on, let me grab a
ruler from the desk. I'm back. There must be something
wrong with me. My cock measures exactly 1 foot from my
crotch to the head. I must be deformed or something. I
laid the ruler across my dick and it said I was 2"
across. I'm really worried about this...what if my dick
is deformed?
6/25/80
Dear Diary,
I'm not worried if I'm deformed anymore. I found out
that I am, and that is a wonderful thing!!! How did I
find out? It turns out Jake is deformed like me, only
more so. How did I find that out? A screw-up on my
part. I was in his bedroom stroking and cumming and
suddenly his voice came from over my shoulder.
"See you inherited the family cock, little cousin."
I jumped up (not to mention out of my skin) and turned
around and there was my cousin, naked as I was, and as
hard as I'd was, only he had even a bigger cock! He
walked over, grabbed my meat and stroked it and couple
of times. That was too much for me. I began to cum. I
was mortified as the first blast rocketed out and
splashed against his leg. What would he think?! My
answer came a moment later when he dropped to his knees
and took my spurting dick into his mouth and sucked the
rest of my load out. I thought I felt good the other
day, but this was mind-boggling. I saw stars as I
finished cumming into his mouth.
He stood up, a trickle of cum dripping from the corner
of his mouth. He grabbed me by the dick and walked me
over to the bed and pushed me onto it. He lay down next
to me and explained the facts of life to me. He knew
that I'd been looking through his porno collection, and
came home early from class to catch me jerking off.
He wanted to see if I inherited the family dick. It
turns my mother's side of the family (through the
maternal line) runs to huge cocks. Jake explained to me
that having a huge cock was a wonderful thing. I might
get jokes, especially the next few years in high
school, but that was minor compared to the joy of being
hung like your average mule.
He explained how having a massive dong made people
stare, how getting laid was usually just a matter of
whipping it out, and it allowed you to suck yourself.
He asked if I had ever done that. I never even thought
about it. He smiled, sat up, leaned down and shoved the
head of his cock into his mouth. He pulled his mouth
off, a trail of pre-cum stretching from his lower lip
to his dick. He told me to try it, and it was
incredible! I didn't know pre-cum tasted so good! The
feeling were incredible. Like the feeling when he was
sucking my cum down, but different, since I could
control when and where my tongue went, the strength of
sucking and what not.
Jake reached over and cupped my balls in his hand and
squeezed them gently. With a muffled shout (muffled
because I had a mouthful of my own cock) I spewed, my
load spraying into my mouth. I almost choked as the
spray hit the back of my throat, but it tasted so good
I was able to swallow almost all of it. When my vision
cleared, and I could think again. Jake looked at me and
smiled.
"Fun, little cousin? I think we'll have fun all summer
long."
He waved my dick toward me and told me to try sucking
him now. I leaned over and tried to get the head into
my mouth but it was too big. I tried and tried, but
ended up sucking on the tip of his cockhead, while
stroking the shaft with both my hands. I must have been
doing a good job because he was moaning and telling me
to dig my tongue into his slit and dig out the ooze, to
nibble on the big triangle of skin bellow his head, and
after a few minuets he groaned that he was going to
cum, and filled my mouth with his sperm. It tasted
different from my own, but still very good.
It was almost time for my parents to come home by then,
but he promised that he would come into my room later
tonight and we could have some more fun.
[editor's note: Jake did come later that night, and I
measured him at 14 inches long, and 2.5 inches thick.
We continued to fuck around all summer (and still do).]
11/8/81
Dear Diary,
As you know, today is my birthday, and it went pretty
damn cool. Mom took me out to a really fancy restaurant
for dinner, and bought me a second drive for my
computer! Two drives! Now I have over 300K of storage!
And it makes it so easy to copy disks. Seth and I are
already planning on getting together next week and
pirating all sorts of stuff. Thank God for Locksmith
4.0.
One kinda gross/weird thing happened at the restaurant
though. I had to take a shit, so I went in, and when I
sat on the toilet the tip of my dick fell into the
water! First of all, the water was ice cold, second, my
cock was dipping into toilet water...Yuk! So I pulled
it up and dried it off with some toilet paper, but
couldn't figure out what to do next with it. I ended up
flopping it over my thigh and sort of holding it in
place with my left hand. It was kinda a pain, I hope my
balls don't get so huge they dangle into the water too,
I'm not sure I could concentrate on going to the
bathroom holding both my dick and balls out of the way.
[editor's note: that was when my limp dick was 7 inches
long. Now that I'm 13 inches long soft, and my balls do
dangle into the water (hanging 8 or so inches when I'm
fully relaxed) I do have to toss them over my thigh
(usually the left one) and hold them in place, or a lot
of times they hold in place by their sheer weight
alone. Probably more than anything else, this gets the
most stares of all]
[editor's note: some of you have written and asked why
I haven't written anything about the reaction of the
kids in my high school when I stripped down and my
monstrous dork swung free, bigger limp than almost
everybody else (including the coaches) hard. The reason
is simple... Due to moving around a lot with my mom,
and the fact that we were rich, I didn't attend regular
school until I was 16, and a junior (about a month
after my first "Park" incident).
I had private tutors and a lot of home/self teaching.
When my mom would leave on business trips, I would
usually get Mrs. Willington as a baby-sitter. She was
probably 60 years old and I still firmly believe she
was a Nazi Youth back in the war. The term taskmaster
doesn't even come close. She was a repressed viscous
old hag. So I spent a lot of time in my room with my
computer and sucking myself off.
Oh I saw a few other dicks...when I went swimming at
the pool in the locker room, at public bathrooms, but
never "hung out" with naked guys like happens in high
school gym class or sports. I got some stares, some
comments, but never spent an extended time naked around
other men and boys...until my first, and last week as a
Boy Scout and at Boy Scout camp.]
6/27/82
Dear Diary,
I REALLY don't want to go to Scout Camp, and I don't
want to be a Boy Scout, but mom insists on it. She
feels guilty for my lack of friends I guess. I have
friends...computer friends. She's just dealing with all
the guilt from not being around that much over the last
year. There are better ways to do it than send me off
to Boy Scout Camp. She was convinced by one of our
neighbors who's kid is a scout (and a real jerk). He's
promised to "show me the ropes." I hope this isn't too
bad.
Well, we got here O.K., they showed us our cabin and
then we went to dinner. It sucked. Time for lights out.
Maybe it will get better.
6/29/82
Dear Diary,
I am humiliated, I hate this place, I hope everybody
here dies of a horrible disease that involves pain and
decaying flesh. You want to know what happened? O.K., I
have two options to go to the bathroom...I can use the
outhouse (yes, outhouse) or I can walk over to the
central building and use the flush toilets there. So I
went over to use the toilets, and to shower.
It must be planned to humiliate you as much as
possible. There are no walls or doors around the
toilets, just a row of 10 of them. The showers are
equally open. 1 room with 15 shower heads on the walls.
The only way to shower is to stand there and face 14
other naked boys and men.
I was mortified, but determined to do it. I wasn't
chicken. I did what I saw a few other guys doing, I
stripped and walked over to the toilet and did what I
always did, picked up my dick and balls, sat down and
flopped them over my thigh. It was then that I noticed
a bunch of guys staring and whispering.
You can not imagine what it was like trying to take a
shit while a dozen guys are looking, and then I let
forth a loud fart and everybody busted up. I was dying.
I wiped, got up and walked to the showers. I have never
been more aware of the way my cock and nuts had started
bouncing along my thighs when I walked.
I got into the shower room and, for a moment, was able
to forget under the warm spray, but then I noticed
conversation in had stopped. I looked, and everybody
was looking at me. Then, my so called "friend", my
neighbor, pointed at my dick hanging to my knees and
laughed about how I was deformed. Everybody busted up.
I wanted to die; and it gets worse. I'm being laughed
at for being deformed, and I guess I am because nobody
was even half my size, and I suddenly realize that I'm
staring at a bunch of other guys' cocks, ranging in
size from 1-4 inches and ages from 13 to 18 and I get
hard!
I felt like crawling into the drain as the blood raced
and engorged my misshapen dong. The laughter cut off as
all 14 inches jutted out rock hard and rigid. Through
my shame I wondered at that. They laughed when I was
soft, but now that I'm hard, they all just stared.
Except for Mr. Smartass, who called me a faggot for
throwing a rod around a bunch of guys. That was too
much, I ran out of there, back to my cabin. I'm calling
Mom! I want out of here!
One thing I wonder about. What kind of power did my
rigid dick have? I've never been so embarrassed about
anything in my life! I wish I had a normal sized dick
(what ever that is, I've only seen me and Jake hard,
but if the other guys almost double in size like I do,
they'd only be 4-6 inches long hard), but then I
couldn't suck myself. Just how big am I going to grow?
I'm scared about that, but deep down I think I wouldn't
mind having the biggest cock in the world.
8/2/83
Dear Diary,
You would not believe what happened today! I had was
biking along, quite a ways from home. Mom's off on
business again, so I'm on my own. At least she doesn't
leave a baby-sitter with me anymore. I passed by this
park that looked pretty cool, lots of trees, and a
couple of paths. The map at the front even said that
there was creek back there. I locked up my bike,
grabbed my bag and pipe, and walked off. It was a great
park! I had walked for about five minuets when I heard
sounds coming from the bushes off the path. I snuck
over and peeked through.
What I saw sent the blood pumping to my dick and made
my pulse race. Through the shrubbery I say one man,
about 25 or so, Latino, pants around his ankles, and
cute, being sucked off by an older guy. The guy's eyes
were closed as the older dude knelt and swallowed his
cock. The guys dick was nice, from what Jake had taught
me, larger than average, probably about half as big as
mine.
As I watched, the younger dude grabbed the cocksucker
by the hair and began to face-fuck him, pistioning his
rigid brown shaft in and out of pink lips. He crammed
the sucking mouth and throat all the way down on his
uncut shaft. He grunted and shot down the dude's
throat.
Then he pulled back, popped his spewing dong out of the
hot mouth and jacked a couple more loads onto the guy's
face, to drip off his chin onto the grass below. I was
amazed. Excluding watching me and Jake in a mirror, I'd
never seen guy sex outside a video.
Without a word, not even looking at the guy, the Latino
pulled up his pants, zipped up and walked away. I
almost jumped out of my skin when the older guy looked
straight at me and said "You want to get your cocked
sucked too?"
I was so hot from seeing them go at it, I leapt through
the bushes, tugging down my sweats and yanking down my
. His eyes bugged out as he stared at my prick. He
whispered, "Oh my God! Dear God!"
He reached out and palmed my half-hard dick, hefting it
with both hands, letting it go and then reaching back
and cupping my balls, using both hands to heft my
baseball sized balls. All the time muttering amazement,
and praise, of the huge cock he was playing with. I had
no idea what effect my cock could have on another man.
I mean, this is the first time anybody besides Jake had
seen my dick even half-hard, and this guy was acting
like my dick was the ultimate dick in the world.
Jake had told me how amazing my dick was, especially
since I now passed him up and measured 15 inches long
and 2.5 inches thick, but I had never realized it until
now. Under his soft hands and praise my dick grew until
I was rock hard and leaking more than I ever had in my
life.
He ran his hand over my apple sized cockhead and
smeared my flowing pre-cum all over it. He opened his
mouth wide and fit almost the entire head into his
mouth, while stroking my shaft with both hands. It was
incredible! Even better than when I do it. He dug his
tongue into my gaping slit and drew out even more of my
juice.
I was standing there, legs spread, all 15 inches rock
hard and jutting out from my groin to where the dude
had managed to get all my glans into his mouth, eyes
closed, when I felt another set of hands on my balls
and another mouth on my cock. I opened my eyes to see
that another guy, this one much older, may 70 or so and
joined in. It was incredible! Watching these two guys
worship my dong was wonderful.
The two of them were slobbering and drooling all over
my enormous meat. Both pairs of hands and mouths easily
found room on my 120 square inches of cock. They played
and tugged on my balls, each of them sucking and
nuzzling my 3" testes. It didn't take long before I
could feel my balls draw up and I began to cum. I swear
I've never come that much in my life.
The first blast flew a good 8 feet to the edge of the
clearing. In don't know how far the others would have
shot because both men jumped on my dick the rest of my
splooge landed on their faces. I sprayed both of them
until it my seed was running down their faces and
dripping down their chin.
After I came, they continued to lick and stroke,
telling me what a stud I was, how amazing my dick was,
how they were going to take me how and spoil me. They
had really weird lisps to their voices, and I have to
admit, I got freaked out, ran out of there (didn't pull
my shorts up either at first, shocked the hell out of
some guy when I came out of the bushes with all 9 limp
inches bouncing around). That was not long ago. I'm
writing it down as soon I was able. What kind of park
was that? Will it happen again if I go there? And is my
cock really all that amazing? How will other men
respond to it?
8/30/83
Dear Diary,
Well, I finally got a hold of Jake. When I told him
what happened he laughed, but did take the time to
explain what a cruise spot was. I was amazed. There are
public places where gay guys go to find cock? What a
wonderful thing! I told him about their reaction to my
massive dick, and he told me that he had told me so,
that I was hung longer than huge. As he had shown me,
even in pornos nobody had a dick as big as mine. (well,
in some straight videos guys had bigger ones, but not
in gay porno).
He explained that the older guys I had run into were
called "trolls" [editor's note: I don't use that term
anymore], and they especially loved young dick. He told
me that it might be a good idea to let a troll take me
home to play with, that he had gotten a lot of weed, a
lot of sex, and a lot of money letting guys have free
rein with his own huge dong.
He explained the rules of cruising, always let the
other guy make the first move, how to see if a guy is
watching, to cup my package and see if he did the same
etc. Jake also explained that sometimes straight guys
would want to see my dick, but not touch it, but
jacking off for a audience was a lot of fun.
When I asked him if I would be able to find dick to
suck (`cause I really love sucking cock) he said yeah,
but I'd almost have to keep my pecker in my pants
because when most guys saw the horsemeat between my
legs they would want it.
I feel much better about what happened, and I think
I'll go back to the park tomorrow. Mom's still on
business, so its no problem getting away all day. I
used to mind that she was gone so much, but I think it
will have its advantages.
8/31/83
Dear Diary,
Woof! Was Jake right. I'm so buzzed right now, and so
drained, I can barely write, but I have to let you know
what happened today.
I went to the park and starting walking around, like
Jake had told me to. It was a hot afternoon, so I had
stripped to just my shorts and sneakers. With Jake's
advice I wasn't wearing underwear. A quick side note,
Diary, it felt good not wearing underwear. I never
realized how restrictive my boxers were. My balls and
cock felt free as they swung in my cut-off sweats. I
think I might stop wearing underwear.
But anyway, I walked for a few until I was in the area
I was in last week. There wasn't anybody there, but
Jake had hold me to hang for a few before moving on and
trying to find somebody. I loaded up my pip and took a
few tokes. I heard rustling in the bushes and before I
could put away the pipe, a "troll" walked out. I guess
he would fit in that definition. He was probably 50 or
so, but in good shape. He was wearing Bermuda shorts,
sandals (no socks, thank god!), and a T-shirt.
He smiled at me, pulled a baggie out of his shorts and
asked if I wanted to smoke some good stuff. I said
sure, and he sat down next to me, took my pipe, and
loaded up some neon green pot, handed it to me, and
after two hits, I couldn't see straight. I'd never
smoked bud like this! I'd heard about green pot, but
all a 16 year old can get is shit weed.
He asked me my name and I told him, he then introduced
himself as Pete. He was a pretty cool guy. We chatted
for a couple of minutes and he wasn't lispy, he seemed
like a normal guy. I started wondering if he was
cruising, or if he was just nice guy [editor's
note...GOD was I naive], when I felt his hand on my
knee.
Jake had told me to expect that, and besides, I was so
stoned I couldn't react quickly to anything, so I did
exactly what Jake told me to do if that happened; I
spread my legs, and sure enough, Pete did exactly what
my cousin said he would. He began to knead my leg,
working up towards my crotch.
I leaned back and let him work. I was too stoned to do
anything but let him, even though I had gotten really
scared. Within moments of him touching me blood started
filling my cock. His eyes widened as my dickhead grew
out of the bottom of my shorts and rode on the end of
my lengthening shaft to drip pre-cum past my knee. Pete
stared down at my pecker with amazement.
I was scared, visions of Scout Camp flashed through my
head. Would he laugh at me and call me deformed? I
figured from the way the trolls acted the other day
that he wouldn't but what if he did?
I shouldn't have worried about it. Pete caressed the 8
inches of dick that stuck out from the leg of my
shorts. "Oh baby stud, where did you get a cock like
this?"
He ran his hand over my oozing, apple-sized dick-head
and smeared my lube all over my young, monster schlong.
It felt great, but I was at a total loss as what to do
next. Pete kept caressing me, I looked at him, and he
looked at me and suddenly he smiled and began to
chuckle.
I was mortified, I knew he was laughing at my cock. I
knew I a freak. Suddenly, he stopped chuckling and said
to me "Lee, I'm not laughing at you, I just realized
something from the way you just looked at me. You've
never done this before, have you?"
I just nodded, wondering how he knew, and feeling like
I wanted to run away, but was way too buzzed to manage
that, besides his hand on my dick felt so good!
"You're what, 15, 16? Have the largest cock in this
city, and never cruised, been cruised or anything. Have
you ever had sex with a guy or girl?"
His demeanor was so friendly, so protective, I was
still afraid, but felt like I would trust him. "Me and
my cousin Jake have touched and sucked each other, but
that's all. And I'll be 16 in November." How I managed
to choke that out I'll never figure out. My throat was
dry, my heart felt like it was in my throat. I think
the only thing that kept me going was his hand, still
caressing my horsemeat, not trying to get me off (but
the feeling of somebody besides me touching my penis
was intense!), but just, almost comforting, trying to
relax me...and it was working.
"Ah little stud," he said, smiling gently at me, "if
you would like, I could teach you all about being with
a man. Or if you prefer, I could jack you off and try
to suck you and you'll never see me again, or we don't
even have to do that. Its whatever you would like,
little-stud."
And he looked at me, and I fell into those soft brown
eyes of his. My emotions were racing, I felt like I was
to pass out. I looked at him, and wondered if my father
looked anything like him. As you know, I never knew my
father. I don't know why, but I trusted Pete, I wasn't
scared of him like I was the other day. He was so nice,
so gentle. I looked at him, and my breath stuck in my
throat. I tried to talk, cleared my throat, and managed
to say, "Teach me."
Pete smiled and stood up and offered his hand to me. I
took it and he led me out of the clearing and into his
van, which was parked just on the other side. "I life
just down the street. We'll have more privacy at home."
I was in a complete daze. My head was spinning and I
could barely walk. It was almost like it wasn't me
being driven to his house, taken by the hand and up to
his bedroom, where he undressed me, and himself, and
laid down next to me. He ran his fingers lightly over
my chest, talking to me; I have no idea what he was
saying, but it was warm and comforting. It took a few
minutes, but Pete eventually calmed me down enough for
me to come back to my own body. I stirred and look up
into his ice blue eyes.
Pete smiled down at me, "A little calmer now, little
stud?"
I smiled back at him and he leaned down and kissed me!
It started off gently, but soon our tongues were
intertwining and his hands were caressing my body, and
my hands caressing his. He felt very different from
Jake, but still very nice, and he smelled, well, manly.
I wanted to taste his dick and see if it was as tasty
as my own. I didn't know what to do, though.
I was holding onto his dick and was stroking and
feeling the rigid, hot rod. His cock was maybe 5 or 6
inches long, and while much smaller than mine I thought
it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. At last I was
with another guy! (Jake sorta doesn't count) I buried
my face in his chest hair and tasted his flesh and
smelt his body. Pete leaned back and let me explore his
body with my tongue and hands. It was great! But I knew
where I wanted.
I dove for his cock and tasted my first dick...well not
my first, there had been my own and Jake's, but this
was different. I sucked and licked and tasted his rigid
flesh. It was great! I love sucking cock!. I used all
the techniques I learned from sucking myself off. Long
before I was ready to stop, Pete pulled me off of him
and told me that he didn't want to cum yet, and that it
was my turn.
He laid me back and took my monster dong in both hands,
and started to try to take the head. He dug his head
into my gaping piss-slit and wrapped his lips around my
apple sized head. I immediately came. It was too much.
For the first time in my life, hands and tongues
besides mine were on my dick.
I howled as my cream exploded out. Through the rushing
in my ears I heard him gasp and choke as my pencil
thick streams of cum flew out. I thought it felt good
when I came while sucking myself...this was even
better! Slowly, my orgasm subsided and when I was
capable of opening my eyes again Pete was still
stroking my monstrous meat.
He continued to stroke and lick my dick, telling me how
in 40 years of cocksucking and thousands of dicks he'd
only seen a couple like mine, and both those on guys
much older. I told him about the two guys the other day
and he explained that I'd have to get used to
that...occasionally people would go crazy over my dick.
As we talked, his expert hands continued to caress
every inch of my huge dick, both hands cupping my
swollen, apple sized head, catching the pre-cum and
using it to take long, two handed stroked up and down
all of my 15 inches.
I have to admit, here I was talking about all my fears
about my dick and being gay, and finally having
somebody to talk to who understands, and at the same
time here I was laying back and getting stroked-off by
a guy I had met not even an hour ago, and that struck
me as very weird, but very cool! Especially when, under
the incredible stroking of his hands and blew my second
load of the day, at least as intense as the first one.
After that, I asked to suck on his cock some more, and
he let me, and this time he let me suck him until I got
to taste my first load of cream! It was great! I was
bobbing my head up and down, using my tongue to scrape
along the underside of his rock hard dong, the top of
his swollen dickhead bouncing along the top of my mouth
and my long, dark hair bouncing as I used my best
headbanger muscles on my first blowjob.
Suddenly he tensed, and his cock got even harder and
thicker, and he moaned that he was cumming! I sucked
him even faster and felt the first load of his cum
splash into my mouth. My tongue and teeth became coated
with his salty-sweet splooge. He thrashed and moaned as
he blew his seed into my young mouth.
As I swallowed his load and licked his softening dick
and relaxing nuts, my eyes widened as I felt my dong
swell and blow yet another load. I moaned and ground my
huge dick into the sheets. I was laying on it as I
sucked on his balls and I felt the head expand between
my nipples and my swollen, baseball sized nuts pull up
between my legs and the first shot blew out from
underneath me to splash onto his scrotum.
Pete looked up from where he was recovering from his
orgasm and oooh'd as streamer after streamer of my 15
1/2 year old cum flew out to coat my chin and his
balls. After I was done cumming (but still rock hard,
my rigid dick a solid tube of flesh running from my
swollen balls, each massive orb resting on the bed, to
between my pecs where the orange sized, deep-red, head
dripped pre-cum onto the sheets.
Pete sat up and turned me over, and spun me around on
his silken sheets. He licked me from chin to balls,
sucking up every drop of the load I had splattered all
over myself. He asked if I wanted to shower and get a
little less sticky, and when I agreed took me into this
great bathroom! The shower was huge, with 2 heads! And
there was a nook with a hot tub.
When I oohed at the tub, he suggested we go for a soak.
The water was hot and bubbling as we sat down. It felt
really good to soak my body and dick. Both were kinda
sore after cumming three times in thirty minutes. I
laid back and relaxed, toking off the pipe Pete handed
me.
I felt his hands caressing my chest and body, and
slowly and gently play with my dick where it bobbed and
floated with the moving water. I was limp, 8 inches of
fat pecker suspended in the water over my lemon sized
balls as my scrotum relaxed and floated my twin cum
filled orbs out along my wrist thick shaft.
Pete's hands caressed my groin, kneading the flesh
around the root of my monster dong and the broad
expanse of the base of my ball-sac. With gentle hands
he lowered his rubbing, spreading my legs until a
finger was pressed against my puckered back hole. It
felt good. I had touched my ass a little while playing
with myself, but never really done anything, but I had
seen the guys getting fucked on Jake's fuck tapes and
it looked like they were enjoying it. Jake said he
didn't, but I was wondering.
I spread my legs slightly to let him have better access
to my butt. He kneaded my tight young ass, and then had
me get up and kneel on a padded cushion on the step of
the tub. My dick and balls hung into the water, but my
ass was high and dry...but not for long as he got
behind me and actually touched his tongue to my ass! I
cried out it felt so good! He began to lick and tongue
my ass. I was in ecstasy! My dick swelled into a raging
erection, which Pete grabbed with both hands and began
to stroke as he became the first person to tongue my
virgin ass.
The hot water surrounding my cock, Pete's strong,
milking hands, and his tongue, which my now was buried
deep in my ass was yet another reason to cum. Moaning
and almost crying, I released streamers of cream into
the water of the tub. Pete had me roll over and lay
down on a mat at the edge of the tub and lifted my legs
and continued to suck and tongue my hole.
I felt his finger rub against me, each time pressing in
a little more, then pulling back. His finger was coated
with something cool and greasy, and slowly her worked
the first knuckle into me, and then, once he felt my
ass muscles loosen against his penetrating digit, he
pushed into me to the knuckle and taped his finger
against my never-been-touched prostate.
I felt a fire shoot from inside me and out my cock. It
was only when I felt the cream splashing over my chin
and chest that I realized that I was cumming! I
thrashed against his finger, too overcome with the
force of my fifth cum to do more that moan and twitch.
After I blew, he continue to play with my ass, and soon
two fingers were inside of my. It never even began to
hurt like Jake said it would. When he began tapping
both fingers against my ultra-sensitive nub, I blew
again, this time I was almost expecting it and was able
to lift my head and suck the head of my spurting dick
into my mouth and milk my dickhead as he finger-fucked
every last drop of my orgasm out of my balls. Pete
moaned and gasped as I greedily sucked down my sperm.
His fingers in my ass had me hot like I'd never been
before. As I was slurping up the last of my load, he
pulled his fingers out of my ass and had me get on my
knees again.
I stuck my young, virgin ass up into the air, and
waited for what I was hoping was coming next. I felt
something hot and slick against my cherry. I asked him
if that was his cock and Pete said yes. He then asked
me if I was ready to get fucked. I didn't reply but
pushed back against his dick, forcing the engorged head
into my virgin boy-hole.
I didn't stop pushing back until I felt his pubes brush
against my ass. He began to slide his cock in and out,
slowly at first, then faster. My dick was rock hard,
jutting from my crotch, both of my full balls were
drawn up, and my might shaft was bouncing and slapping
against my chest form the force of Pete's thrusts.
Every time he rammed his cock home, a spurt of pre-cum
sprayed out, either hitting me in the chin or landing
on the tiles below. I felt Pete speed up his thrusts
and moan that he was going to cum. His cock got ultra-
iron hard, I actually felt it get harder and thicker
and longer, and I felt my bowels fill with hot liquid
as he sprayed my now-devirgined insides. The feeling of
his dick shooting was enough for my cock to spray out
another load, this one I didn't even touch myself, it
just shot and shot as I felt him get soft and slip out
of my ass.
I slid down into the water, drained and limp. Pete and
I toked on the pipe some more, and talked about what
happened. He wanted to make sure I was O.K. with it. I
was ecstatic! I wanted more. As we talked about it, I
got hard again, and Pete laughed when the fat tip of my
cock broke the surface of the water.
We got out of the tub and back into the bedroom. Lets
just say that I must have cum a dozen more times over
the next 3 hours. Pete licked me, used dildos on me,
stroked me. The only thing we didn't do was I didn't
fuck him. He said that he'd need to work up to taking
me, but in a couple of days he'd let me. I got to play
with his ass though, that was a lot of fun.
I gotta crash now, I'm about to collapse... too much
weed, too much sex, can't wait for more.
[Editor's Note: Pete became my mentor and stayed with
me for several years until I left to make my own way in
the world. He taught me to be proud of being gay, of my
dick, and of being me. He died of AIDS in 1993 and I
just wanted to let everybody know how much I loved him
and I miss him still]
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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