That Spring

By Maxgirth

1.

...I lay back as they worked intently on my swollen, dripping erection; my next door neighbor and his sister were splitting the labor between them, she running her tongue sloppily along the back of my big shaft, drooling almost as much saliva down my rod as the cream their actions were drawing up from my balls, which was flowing in a wide stream over the purple rim of my painfully-stretched dickhead, and on down the front of my thick shaft; while he was jacking the lower end of my hard-on with excruciating slowness, pulling down on the skin with his hand on the down-stroke, stretching the skin shiny-tight, while tickling my swollen balls with the fingertips of his other hand. We all knew that they were close to wringing another intensely huge orgasm from my engorged genitals, and, as I could feel the come pooling in my balls, involuntarily I reflected back on how these incredible sexual encounters had become such a regular part of my life...

I was raised conservatively and had had a sheltered life, and although I discovered jacking off at a young age, I felt guilty about it. I hadn't at that time had any sexual contact with girls; I had been on a few platonic dates to the movies and such, but I was shy, and lived in a small town. In the winter of that year, a new family moved next door- a boy a year younger than me, and his older sister. I didn't have much contact with them, until that spring, on a day I'll never forget.

It was unseasonably hot, and I had set up an old wading pool we had had for years in the back yard that I would get wet in to cool off. On this afternoon as I was heading towards the pool in a bathing suit the boy, whose name I recalled was Jeff, looked over the fence between our houses, and asked if he could join me and cool off. I had thought he was peculiar when I had met him before; he was from Chicago, and had a different manner than the local guys: I couldn't get a feel for what he was thinking. Anyway, I told him sure, and he came over and lay back in the pool with me. We talked small talk about the neighborhood and how he was settling in, but I noticed with some alarm that he kept glancing at my crotch. I felt uneasy, but ignored his behavior, as I was quite shy.

As I know now, I happen to have been blessed with a very large penis, and even when I had been in middle puberty, it reached well above my navel when I had a hard-on. Evidently he was noticing the largish bulge my genitals made in my swim-trunks even though I was soft; and after he worked our conversation around to the obvious object of his attention, he asked me if I would show it to him, since he thought it seemed much bigger than his, and he was curious.

Now, I was quite put off by this; my upbringing had instilled in me a huge set of taboos about sexuality, and I had always behaved publicly in complete denial about the whole issue; so I was very flustered by his straightforward request. I didn't answer him in my confusion, which he must have sensed, as he kept suggesting in a disarming way that it would be very interesting to him to see it, and that he just wanted a quick look, and so on. I felt so disoriented by the strange situation that my sense of normal acceptable behavior, ordinarily so embedded in me & that I took for granted, grew fuzzy; and, almost in a trance, I let him talk me into giving him a peek.

We got out of the pool, and he led me around to the side of the house, but I was afraid we might be caught in the act (evidently my normal sense of propriety hadn't completely deserted me), so I suggested we go down into our basement through the storm door, which we did. We went into my hobby room, where I built model airplanes; my parents rarely came down there, so I felt a little safer. He sat in the chair at my table (how I was going to come to enjoy that chair, it almost makes me come now to remember it!... but that's getting ahead of our story), and had me stand a few feet in front of him. I was rendered pliant by my confusion; he said “Well, let me see it!”, and hoping to get it over with, I pulled down my bathing suit, and left it hanging around my knees. I just stood there nervously, as he was obviously transfixed by what he saw- he kept saying "wow", and just looking at it with a steady stare.

I had never been in a situation even remotely like this, with another person in such a bizarrely intimate situation, and didn't know what the boundaries were- I felt paralyzed, yet strangely excited, and to my horror my dick started slowly swelling. This went on like a silent movie; for minutes, neither of us moving, or saying a word, as my cock very slowly rose, through horizontal, at last becoming fully swollen and pointing at a 45 degree angle towards the roof. I felt intensely powerful sensations running through my body that I had never felt before, as no other person had ever seen my erection. I think he could sense the intensity of the situation, as he sat still, transfixed, staring at my fully swollen penis two feet in front of his face. Finally he said "damn!", and asked me if he could touch it; he said he'd never seen one so big.

I was stricken mute by the intense lust and confusion that was washing over me, so I just stood there numbly as he reached out his arm and tentatively touched it with two finger tips, which he then lightly ran down to the bottom of the shaft to my balls; his light touch produced an electrical shock as if I had been struck by lightning. He then gently tried to encircle the middle of the shaft with his whole hand. I had never before in my life felt such intense, incredibly pleasurable sensations. I was possessed, completely insane, in another dimension with these new sensations he was producing in me and the bizarre situation I was experiencing; all I could do was stand there. He started slow little jacking-off motions, watching intently with his face only inches away, as if in experiment. A drop of cream pushed its way out of the head, and started to drip towards the floor. "Wow", he said again, softly. He started saying how incredible it was to see such a huge dick, how he used to masturbate with his friends in Chicago and had seen some he thought were big, but that he had never seen anything like this. He asked me if he could jack off with me- I mumbled something, and he took his hand away from my hardon, stood up, and pulled his own bathing suit down, never taking his eyes away from my rod, now dripping onto the floor. As he sat back down, I saw another boy’s erection than my own for the first time- and was amazed how much smaller it seemed than what I was used to- I had never really realized that my size was unusual. I was fascinated by his dick- it seemed perfectly proportioned, but on a miniature scale, like a toy or a model of my own. It’s hard for me to describe why I was permitting these atrocities to continue and escalate, against all my previous conditioning and better judgment; something in me had overloaded when I had pulled my pants down, or even before, when I had agreed to it in the first place, and each subsequent transgression of my scruples, with the incredible sexual sensations I was experiencing, only added to the overload and my resultant confusion, rendering me more susceptible to his, and my, lust, and my own deep, primitive urges.

He was now sitting right in front of me, my dick at the level of his face, and he once again took hold of it. He started to pull the skin up and down very slowly, in a steady rhythm, which produced a sort of popping sound each time his motion made the cock-hole pout. Neither of us spoke; I just stood there in front of him being jacked off in silence, except for the regular noises my dick was producing.

When I had masturbated previously, I used quite a fast speed, as if racing urgently to shoot off; but this very slow steady pumping that he was doing made me feel a whole new range of sensations; a burning, tingling from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. Thick drops of cream were oozing from the tip of my erection, running down to where the motion of his hand was spreading it in a glistening film over both his hand and the remainder of the shaft, down to my balls. I saw he was rubbing his own penis, his palm almost covering the whole rod; on mine, his hand didn't even cover the middle third. He was staying away from the head, and was deliberate in his focus, staring blankly at his handiwork.

Then, he stopped, and said that if we kept up we would come too soon; he stood up, and he asked me if I wanted to feel his hardon. By this time all boundaries had been broken, so I passively sat down in the chair, and he stood in front of me. He was a little shorter than I was so his dick wasn't quite at my eye level as I was for him. I reached over and felt it. It felt funny, small and delicate compared to what I was used to, and strangely inanimate- I was used to feeling my prick's sensations as well as the sensation of my hand touching it, but now his dick felt like a rubber cigar or something.

I tried wrapping my hand around it and jerking it off, but my hand covered it so much that I couldn't move up and down very much; then he showed me how to grasp it with my thumb on the bottom side of his shaft and two fingers on the top, and I could then slide the skin up and down a good ways. I tried to do it the way he had been doing me, very slowly, but he made me stop again in a few minutes; he said that he & his friends learned to try to last as long as possible before they came, and used to have a game to see who could last the longest when they masturbated together. He said that he just wanted to look at my huge hardon for a while, that that alone was really making him feel very hot.

He pulled me down in the chair so that I was slumped down and my legs were out straight, making my dick stick straight up, and he sat on the floor next to me, putting his eye-level once again even with my erection. He said that he bet that if we both just stared at it intently, that alone would make it keep oozing; we did that for the next few minutes, and sure enough the pressure of our gaze kept clear fluid running down the front of the shaft in a steady rivulet. Finally, Jeff reached out a hand and started tickling my balls very lightly with his fingertips. I jumped at the almost electrical shock of his sudden touch on my balls. He commented on how even my balls were huge; and as he continued his tickling, my hand hanging down found his little hardon and began to stroke it slowly. He seemed intoxicated, transfixed by the sight of my big dick, and as we continued stimulating each other, was feverishly telling me how he would love to jerk off with me every day, making all sorts of promises to be at my beck and call, cajoling me, promising that he would be my “sex slave” and do anything I wanted to my cock whenever I wanted him to, and so on. He told me he had to tell his sister about what he had found out about me; that she would sometimes masturbate with him & his friends, and even occasionally jerk them off.

All the while he was saying all this, he had been steadily tickling my balls, and I was on fire. My dick had never been so hard, and it felt like it was burning up- but with the light tickling sensation, it was a slow torture; I'm sure that if he had only wrapped his hand around my dick, it would have sent me over the top. But he kept up his tickling, falling silent now, staring intently at my throbbing rod. The feeling of being on fire was by now insane: I had never felt so hot: I was panting: and the clear fluid would become exhausted, then enough would build up to flow again and a little would drip out, then it would be again exhausted. I had completely forgotten about the fondling I had been giving his dick.

Then, suddenly, without any warning, he moved his hand from his tickling and drew it lightly up my shaft; well, that did it! Before his hand even reached the head, I felt like I was passing out, and a stream of come shot out from the head of my extremely swollen dick, then another, and another, seemingly endlessly. I felt that I had never truly come before that day. I could feel his dick pulsing too and my hand became wet, as he came in sympathy with the ferocity of my orgasm. We both just lay back... I felt transformed, shattered, liberated, dizzy with the newness of my first sexual experience with another person. He was talking about how hot jacking off my dick made him, planning future sessions, maybe a sleepover at his house, so he could show his sister my “enormous rod”...

2.

After Jeff's departure, and for the remainder of that day, I was in turmoil. I felt horribly guilty for having allowed such an incredible transgression of my usual "acceptable" behavior, blamed my perverse weakness for allowing such a horror to occur, and felt terrified to have been involved in such a blatantly homosexual act. Yet at the same time, I felt elation, an exquisite thrill at the memory of the extreme "nastiness" of what we had done, thrilling exactly because it was so very nasty. I felt dizzy, disoriented- unsure of who or what I was anymore, the known predictability of the patterns of my life shattered, leaving me in a dizzying cloud of newness and uncertainty. I resorted to clinging to my old, "safe" behavior, in an explicit denial of what had occurred; walking through the rest of the day carefully as my old self would have, and attempted to bury this crazy fact of my vulnerability to such wild behavior. Yet, I was constantly haunted by apprehension of what my next encounter with Jeff might bring.

That fear was addressed the next afternoon as I was working in the back yard, when he appeared over the fence and called me over to talk to him. I strode over with a deliberate air of nonchalance as if I felt nothing peculiar, but in fact I felt an exciting, watery feeling in my midsection, that threatened to disrupt the ease of my movement toward him. I came up to him with a neutral look held on my face, prepared to pretend nothing at all had happened the previous day. He, however, immediately burst the facade of social conformity by begging me to let him do me again, promising to do anything I might want, saying that I wouldn't have to do anything at all if I didn't want to, that he would do all the work, and could we go down into the basement room right then and do it.

All the confusion that I had been trying so hard to deny surged up into my mind, along with a shockingly strong feeling of lust at the image of what he was suggesting. I felt joyfully powerless as I mumbled acceptance of his suggestion; he told me to go down in and take off my pants, and that he would be right over.

In a daze I went down into the basement storm door and into my hobby room- I looked over at the chair, images of the preceding day's activities rushing over me, and pulled off my pants and sat down. I left my briefs on; somehow that shred of concealment bowed towards the social conformity I felt torn to obey- but the straining of my now fully hard cock against my underwear gave a lie to the pretense.

I heard him coming down the stairs from the storm door, looked up, and saw him enter the room. His eyes at once fixated on the massive bulge in my underwear, and he directly came over to the chair, bent down, and with one hand stretching open one of the leg-holes in my briefs, with the other he guided my dick and balls to be hanging out the side, free of covering. He then knelt down at my side by my knee, facing me. The tip of my swollen dick was pointing straight towards the ceiling, and with me slumped down in the chair and him kneeling facing me, it was at the level of both our eyes; so that as I watched him, I was looking right past its shiny head towards his eyes, which were taking in my size seemingly in awe.

Having seen his erection the previous day, I could imagine how impressive I was to him- every portion of my genitals was well more than twice the size of what he was used to on himself. He reached out a hand, and grasped the shaft of my penis near its base, so that his fingertips were over the topside of the shaft, and his thumb was gently pressed into the thick column that ran up the backside of the shaft, just above my balls. He then slowly moved his hand upwards, sliding the skin along my shaft as far as it would comfortably stretch, watching my balls being pulled upwards from their usual resting place between my legs. He did this two or three times, watching the motion of my balls, and the third time, after he had pulled up, kept pulling up for a moment as he put his other hand beneath where my balls were hanging, and then let them slide down to rest on his slightly cupped palm. He supported my sack, feeling the weight of it with a gentle bouncing motion.

I was as if in a trance: to be allowing the exquisitely nasty invasion of my body's privacy again today was thrilling and fascinating, and incredibly exciting, as I remembered where it was likely to be leading. I watched his actions in silence, in shock and arousal simultaneously. He handled my genitals almost worshipfully; clearly he enjoyed his focus on my big cock every bit as much as I enjoyed his efforts. It was strangely satisfying to be the object of his worship and fascination, and I was learning to appreciate my own size in sympathy with his amazement.

As he was cradling my balls in his hand, both of us staring intently at the proceedings, a drop of clear fluid emerged from my cock, and sat poised on the tip, glistening like a diamond. "Oh, yeah!", he said, and he reached a finger towards the head of my dick, touching the drop with his fingertip; he then slowly smeared it over the swollen head, leaving it shiny, and as he pulled his hand away, trailed a long string of the sticky juice. He told me he had noticed the previous day that I made a lot of fluid before I came. He said that one of his former jack-off buddies also used to ooze a lot, and that they would deliberately try to see how much cream they could get out of him before he came. He said that he would like to try that with me, and shifted his position so that he was sitting to my side; he told me that they had discovered a masturbation technique that really made the juice flow, and slowed orgasm, but that I would need to take my underwear off and spread my legs wider apart.

By this time, in a haze of lust, I had totally surrendered to the situation; so I let him position me, very slumped down in the chair so that my belly was almost horizontal, my underwear off and my legs spread apart, with my hardon hanging at a 45 degree angle towards my face. He reached over to the table where I built my model airplanes and picked up an empty saucer that was sitting there. "This'll do", he said, and he set the saucer on my chest right beneath where the head of my penis was hanging. He told me not to worry, that what he was going to do might look strange, but it felt really good, and he & his friend had done it all the time; and that it should be even easier with a dick as big as mine.

He put his thumb around my shaft near the base, with his fingers held together extended along the back of the shaft, fingertips pointing down towards my balls. He then gently pushed his fingertips downward. "I thought on you I might be able to fit my whole hand", he said excitedly; apparently with his friend they could use only one or two fingers for this. He continued to slide his fingertips down in between the shaft and my balls, stretching the skin into a pocket that allowed him to insert his hand down behind my balls up to about the second joint. As the skin of my penis was stretched down by his pushing, it pulled tightly on the head, and pulled the whole dick upwards slightly. With his other hand, he manipulated my balls out of the way, to get maximum penetration of his hand down behind my balls. It felt very peculiar at first; I didn't know my anatomy was capable of such a feat, but the tightly stretched skin on my shaft pulling on the head was extremely pleasurable.

He gently felt around with his buried fingers along the shaft behind my balls until he located a slightly protruding lump just at the very root of the shaft. Then he began to massage this lump, rubbing it in small, slow, circles with a moderate pressure. I immediately started to feel a rich warmth spreading through my entire groin; my dick swelled even more, and I could feel my juices flowing. It was a very erotic feeling; not a fiery, irritating burning that demanded the release of orgasm like jacking off near the head of the dick produced, but a deep, rich warmth that was satisfying in its own way, that felt like it could go on for hours without needing any other release.

He sensitively worked on me like that, and sure enough a slow stream of fluid began to emerge from the tip of my dick. As it started to flow down towards the rim of the head, he reached with a finger of his other hand and directed the stream, preventing it from running down the shaft, leading it to drip from the rim straight down onto the saucer, where a small puddle was beginning to collect. He repeated this maneuver whenever necessary as he worked on me, evidently trying to see how big a puddle of cream he could milk out of my balls before he made me come.

I was truly in ecstasy. The sensations I was feeling coupled with the outrageous sexuality of the situation were too much; it was all I could do to lie back numbly and watch.

He continued to do me steadily, occasionally breaking the silence to tell me how hot he was getting from watching my big dick cream, with its skin pulled so tight from the pressure of his hand, and about his other jack-off experiences with his friends when he lived in Chicago. I was in a trance; I could barely follow what he was saying; but I was interested when he started talking about his sister. He said she had caught him and two friends in the act during a sleep-over they were having a few years previously, and had been very amused. At first she was derisive, but her interest in their male sexuality grew. They would let her watch them do it, as his friends found her presence very exciting. She would frequently attend when they had their jack-off sessions, at first just watching; but eventually, she enjoyed encouraging them, and making suggestions of different things to try; sometimes trying some of the more creative ideas on them herself. He said that he had already told her about my cock, but she hadn't believed him.

All this time the pool of pre-come that was building on the saucer perched on my chest continued to spread; the thick fluid didn't flow like water would have, but was a deep puddle, almost a pile, a sixteenth-inch deep. We were watching the rivulet ooze down the head and run in a thin, sticky line down onto the saucer. The stream would ebb and flow, and he would comment when a particularly thick gob emerged from my dick-head. We were both dazed, completely immersed in masturbation.

I didn't hear her coming down the cellar stairs from outside until she was almost there, but a girl suddenly walked in the room, and the three of us stared at each other as if frozen: I was so far gone in sexual ecstasy that the shock and extreme embarrassment I would have ordinarily felt at being discovered in this totally revealing situation was only a thought; she exclaimed, "Oh my god, Jeff, you weren't exaggerating!"; and he said in a hoarse voice, "Isn't it amazing?". He told me not to worry, she was his sister, and they had planned to catch me exposed like this- he had noticed that I was a little uptight about all this, but he wanted to show me off, so he had arranged that she give him twenty minutes to get me going, and she would then come down.

His sister walked around by my feet to have a better view of the proceedings; it did feel incredibly exciting to have what I had realized was my extremely large dick displayed so openly, creaming and swollen as it was to its maximum. Jeff showed her how far he had gotten his whole hand down behind my balls, and how much fluid we had already gotten out of me. Jeff explained to her what we were doing, and as he continued making me cream, she reached down and put her hand around my shaft, but she couldn't wrap her hand around more than two-thirds of its width. "My god", she said again. She watched her brother’s handiwork and its effect on me in silence for a few minutes, and then she asked me if I was anywhere near coming. I could barely talk, but I told her I felt like I could do this forever. She and Jeff started talking with each other all about my dick and what we had done today and yesterday- she was amazed at his description of my orgasm yesterday, and said she wanted to see me come. He said that there wasn't any doubt that that would be happening before too long.

By now, the saucer was covered across much of its surface with the puddle of my fluid. Jeff said he wanted to stop doing me, and see how long I kept dripping. He stopped his circular rubbing, and slowly withdrew his hand up my shaft from behind my balls, and withdrew his hand altogether from my rod. As the stretching of the skin on my shaft and ball sack was released when he drew out his hand, my balls settled back to their usual position hanging deep between my legs, but even though the pull of the skin on the head was released, my shaft didn't relax at all, as it was so distended in the excitement of exhibitionism. She reached a palm down and hefted my balls, and then sat down next to her brother, and examined my penis with her eyes up and down.

The rich glow in my groin that Jeff's motions had produced was gradually subsiding, and as the intense, deep stimulation he had been providing was no longer there, I became aware of other sensations, particularly a burning in the head and down the back of my dick, and the swollen pressure of the blood engorging the shaft and head. The helmet-like head was completely distended, stretched smooth and shiny, a slowly diminishing silver rivulet of fluid running from the hole down the front to the thick rim, and down onto the saucer. Jeff, watching, reached over and caught the string dripping down from the head with a finger, and lifted it, stretching the string up into a long inverted v, seeing how far he could stretch it before it snapped. he got about two feet up and it still hadn't snapped, but was getting caught on the shaft and my belly, so he guided it back towards the saucer as much as he could.

Now that there was no contact with my genitals as a distraction, I noticed how bizarre it felt to have my most personal parts being so openly viewed by these people who were essentially strangers- part of me felt a strong undercurrent of horror that I could succumb to such unacceptable activities, a sick fascination at my own weakness and perversion; another part of me reveled in the attention and obvious admiration that I was receiving, and yet another part surged with the male sexual strength and primal lust that was coursing through me, anchored in my swollen hard-on. I felt insane, no way to reconcile these conflicting powerful feelings; yet for now, my huge hardon sticking out into our midst, the lust won.

Jeff's sister said she wanted to make me come, and asked if she could jerk me off. She reached toward my erection, and formed her thumb and forefinger into a "C" shape; she encircled the rim of the head as much as her little hand would, adjusting the size of her encircling fingers so that they would just slip around the edge of the rim, and began to slide up and down over the rim in a moderately fast rhythm, just rubbing very lightly and going only about a half-inch above and below the rim. This motion produced a wet, sticky sound with each stroke of her hand as she rubbed the fluid that my head was coated with, her motion working up a frothy foam of cream around my cock-head, and producing a very intense, burning sensation. It was almost more than I could bear when, suddenly, she stopped. After about thirty seconds, she resumed her rubbing.

She kept up that pattern, thirty seconds on, thirty seconds off, for several minutes; then during the next break, she took her other hand and grasped the base of my penis, pulling it into a more upright position so that it was sticking out as far as it could, holding it there for the remainder of her work. The breaks she was taking both eased and intensified the effect her amazing hand job was having on me. On the one hand, just when I couldn't take it anymore, she would stop; but then, when the intense sensation had only partly subsided during her breaks, she would start in again.

She kept on with this for a surprisingly long time; I guess my tolerance to sensation had been raised by all the intense stimulation I had received over the last forty-five minutes- my dick-head was almost numb from the intensity of her very direct stimulation. She must have been doing me like this for seven or eight minutes, she and Jeff commenting to each other from time to time about some aspect of the activity. Jeff had slipped out his erection, and was jacking it off with wet sounds; the room was filled with the slippery sounds of masturbation. I was completely beside myself with ecstasy; I was again creaming a steady flow; I felt delirious, on fire, completely wide opened in every sense; when Jeff reached over and cupped my balls with his free hand. That did it.

I won't describe the details of what happened next; I can't, it was beyond words. I soaked my face and my shirt, and splattered even more fluid into the saucer; Jeff also came when he saw my great dick coming; and his sister, whose name I learned after it was all over was Claire, told us she also came in sympathy with the intense sexuality of the situation. We all lay back, exhausted.

3.

That evening, after I had cooled off, I kept replaying the events of the afternoon over and over in my mind. I was in shock with shame and confusion; the string of taboos that had been assaulted by yesterday's session with Jeff was nothing compared to the devastation wrought by this afternoon's events. Not only had I succumbed once again to the forbidden temptations of Jeff's inclinations, but my genitals had not only been seen, but actually touched by a girl. Claire! I couldn't get her out of my mind. I pictured her over and over again doing what she had done, doing her best to make me come. It was inconceivable to me; I couldn't believe it had actually happened.

In high school I had stayed in the background- today I would probably have been called a nerd. I was ok looking, I guess, but not particularly athletic or popular. I was very shy, and generally kept a low profile. I had had a few "girlfriends", quiet girls that I would occasionally go to a movie with, and one of whom I had kissed a few times, chaste kisses that I had to work up the nerve to steal.

Even my sexual fantasies when I masturbated were full of vague gropings and warm fuzzy wrestling; so to have participated in such brazen, deliberate efforts, with other people, to build up the maximum sexual tension, leading to the most powerful possible orgasm, was off of the scale of anything that I could imagine participating in. My self image was shattered- but, the only thing that I was sure of, was that this had been the most amazing, satisfying experience I had ever had, and even though I didn't know how to handle it, I was eager to keep repeating it.

I didn't know what to do about Claire. I was fixated on her. In my naive emotional way I felt acute shame and humiliation when I pictured myself lying back helplessly while she jacked me off- I couldn't imagine facing her again. The fact that she had obviously been a willing participant in those events was irrelevant to me- I didn't have a clue how to relate to a girl in such a way. At the same time, I thought I was in love with her, and fantasized about developing a romantic relationship with her- and then there was a part of me that was totally fixated on contriving a way to have her do me again.

Over the following week, Jeff instigated several more sessions in my basement room. He was totally fixated on masturbation with me; each time, as soon as he had my pants down, he seemed to come alive. Even though I was getting more used to these extremely intimate encounters, my conservative history only allowed me to approach them passively; I found it extremely difficult to acknowledge that I was a willing, even eager participant in this deliberate nastiness. Even so, I managed to jack him off several times, and found the experience very exciting.

Our encounters began to fall into a pattern, with my larger dick being the main focus of interest for both of us. Usually we would start off with me lying back in the chair, which he called the "sex throne", while he tried various ways of jerking me off. He was a connoisseur of masturbation, and I learned as he talked during these encounters that he had had a fairly large group of friends in his previous neighborhood that were equally obsessed with jacking off with each other, and they had evidently developed an amazing repertoire of techniques to stimulate a penis- which I could testify to, as Jeff seemed rarely to repeat himself as he worked on me. Some of these were incredibly intense, making me come in minutes, and others, like the slow, deep massage he used on our second encounter, seemed to last forever, producing a seemingly never-ending stream of pre-come creaming down my shaft, before I finally exploded.

We would take frequent breaks from rubbing my dick to prolong it- Sometimes I would work on him during these times, sitting on the floor next to him as he took the "throne"; or he would just sit, his eyes a few inches away from my swollen penis, studying it, gently fondling it, as if to memorize every detail of its anatomy. I found that I enjoyed playing with his erection- the novelty of its much smaller size in my hand was fascinating.

But my thoughts were always on Claire- I kept hoping that he would bring her over again; but when I got up the nerve to ask him about her, he nonchalantly said, "Oh, she does what she wants", apparently not particularly interested in her participation in his preoccupation. I could think of little else, though; and while to say that I enjoyed Jeff's attentions would be much more than an understatement, I was not at all attracted to men "per se"; and the memory of my sexual encounter with Claire was the highlight of my fantasy life.

After a week or so, I came home one day to find a note waiting for me saying that I had been invited next door for dinner. Jeff and I hadn't had a session that day, and as I had been getting used to the frequency of orgasms we were attaining, I felt a surge of anticipation. Then I thought of Claire, wondering if she would be there, and froze in confusion.

At the appointed time, I went next door, my heart pounding in anticipation of seeing Claire again. I was both elated and terrified, my memories of the other afternoon clashing wildly with both my romantic fantasies of her, and the awkwardness I had always felt around girls. When I rang, she answered the door, giving me a knowing smile. I stammered a greeting, and went in. She told me that the rest of her family members were out for the evening, but that Jeff would be back in a little while with pizza for our dinner.

We went into the living room and sat down. I tried to make some small talk, but she looked over at me with a playful smile and said, "I've been thinking about the other day". I felt myself falling apart; I gushed to her how embarrassed I was about that, how I would like to maybe get to know her better. She burst out laughing, and said "How sweet! I see you have a crush on me", and then she told me not to worry, that this had often happened before with "Jeff's jerk-off buddies", as she called them, when she had participated in their activities. She explained to me that she was sometimes fascinated by what boys like to do with their genitals, but that she considered her explorations with her brother's friends as amusement, and kept her romantic interests to herself. But she told me that she found my innocence "sweet", and said she was very interested in "what I had in my pants", with a knowing wink. I felt a let down, but also a curious relief washed over me; I felt released from the obligation of having to court her, something I never felt very confident about.

She began to tell me about how she first discovered her brother's "interests", and how her initial reaction when she walked in on them was disgust at what they were doing with each other; and how her brother had then diffused the situation, telling her how normal it was for boys and so on, and how she had curiously stayed to watch, and noticed how turned on the boys seemed to be by her presence. She said how she found this exciting; how she discovered that these activities were her brother's obsession, and how he cultivated a circle of friends to share his interest. She called it "Jeff's jerk-off club", and teased him about his obsession; but when she had come to realize that he wasn't interested in girls and was probably a homosexual, she became more supportive, easing the tension between them; and she found herself joining in more and more in their sessions for amusement, sometimes getting quite turned on by their excitement herself, enjoying her own experimentation with "putting an hard-on through its paces" in an environment with no personal interests at stake for her.

She told me how Jeff hadn't met any friends to share his obsession since their move here, and how excited he had been when he had discovered that I was amenable; and how he told her that he felt he had hit the jackpot with my "amazing" dick, that he seemed to talk about little else with her, and seemed obsessed with it. I told her about our almost daily sessions, and that he did indeed seem obsessed. She made me tell her in detail what we had been doing during these sessions: she asked me if I liked it. I felt myself blushing, and she said she wasn't surprised, she had seen what he could do with a dick.

At that moment, we heard Jeff return and enter the room bearing pizza. He said hi to us casually and sat down. We ate, chatting small talk. I was relieved at the normalcy of the situation, until, just as we were finishing, Claire suddenly said to her brother with a smile, "I'm surprised you've had him here for this long and he still has his pants on". Jeff said, "you're right. We can remedy that easily." I felt a sudden warmth in my groin, and felt the by now familiar paralysis of anticipation surge over me.

Jeff got up, and came over to me, reaching down to unhook my belt buckle. I obligingly leaned back a bit, lifting off the sofa a little to help him in his efforts. I felt the usual thrill, and guilt, of surrender, but the turmoil was less; I think my talk with Claire had relieved a lot of the psychological pressure within me- somehow acknowledging my willing participation in these situations, (my complicity in which had previously felt so wicked), with someone else who accepted it made it seem less threatening and risky.

He pulled my pants and underpants down simultaneously to my knees, and sat down next to me; I was already getting hard. Claire looked on from the other sofa with a slight smile playing around her lips, and she said, "my, my!" as my dick continued to swell. It rose to its full size in seconds, and continued to stretch further under the thrill of my audience's gaze; it pointed at the roof hanging slightly over my stomach, bouncing slightly with each pulse of my heart. Claire told her brother that she could understand why he was so obsessed with my penis. She came over to sit on the sofa beside me, and, watching it bounce, asked me if I had ever been with a girl. I muttered no; speaking to someone when I was in this condition was something I hadn't gotten used to yet. She reached over and absently ran her fingers down the back of my erection, saying "Have you seen a girl's cunt before?" I again grunted no.

She told me that she had never taken her pants off at one of Jeff's "jack-off parties" because she liked to be on the giving end of the fun, (and I guess now that she wanted to distance herself from the proceedings & stay in control) but said that she had an idea to try with me, and since she knew I liked her, it should be especially fun for me, and teach me about a girl's anatomy. She stood up and slipped her jeans off and laid them over the sofa, then slipped her panties off. I ogled her bush, seeing a woman's crotch naked for the first time. My cock was stiff at attention, as I ate up the view of her fine pubic hair, delicately tracing the lips of her pussy.

She told her brother to "get me going", and said she would take over in a while. He sat staring at my erection next to him, and said he'd like to see me cream without being touched, and told me to contract my "piss muscles" over and over, to see if I could work up some juices. I obliged, my dick swelling and bouncing freely with each contraction; Claire stood facing me, encouraging me with the view of her sex. After only about six contractions, a large drop of clear fluid emerged from the hole and perched on the tip of my dick. They both encouraged me to keep at it, and Jeff asked his sister, "isn't he incredible?".

I was enjoying the new freedom I now felt to participate willingly in my own sexual expression. I no longer felt such a strong need to deny my own willing involvement as I had been feeling previously; the delicious nastiness I was immersed in wasn't quite as overshadowed by guilt and dread. As I felt my juices start to flow, I felt incredibly excited; eager to "show off", and a pride in, my spectacular equipment.

The drop swelled as I worked, until its weight started it on its long journey to my belly, tracing a rivulet down the front of my head. This drama was repeated a few more times as we watched, until finally a small stream was running down from the tip of my cock, down the front of my shaft, right down the center, and collecting in my pubic hair. Jeff reached over his right hand, and, encircling my shaft gently near the bottom with his thumb and forefinger, drew his hand slowly upward, causing the cream to gather in a little pool where his fingers met the shaft. When he reached the top, he slowly drew his hand away, trailing a long string of the sticky juice behind it that then dripped down along my belly following his hand.

I was very hot, and the touch of the hand on my dick was exquisite- I was begging silently for more. As if in response to my thoughts, Claire sat down next to me, and reached over with both hands, and grasped my shaft just below the head with her right hand, and about two-thirds of the way down with her left. She squeezed both hands slowly, then released them. She did this over and over; and each time she squeezed, we watched the already large head swell and become shinier. She then encircled the base of the shaft with her thumb and finger very much as her brother had, but with her fingers up, like an inverted "ok" sign. She squeezed the shaft with her encircling fingers tightly while sliding her hand upwards, squeezing the blood in my penis toward the head as if she was emptying a toothpaste tube; the head swelled even more than under her previous trick, to the size of a small peach, turning a brilliant purple. The pressure in the head of my dick was painful, but exquisite; and seeing the size to which it swelled, Jeff was transfixed, and said "wow" several times.

He then took over from her, and, asking me if it hurt too much, repeated her gesture even more forcefully with his larger male hand. It was almost too painful; but watching the swollen result, even larger than the last time, larger than I had ever seen it, was an enormous turn-on. A large surge of fluid was squeezed out each time they squeezed it, running down over their hands.

Jeff then took off his pants, his erection sticking straight out forcefully; evidently he was very turned on by watching the proceedings. Claire reached over and tried the squeezing move on him, and his dick swelled impressively too, looking like a half-sized model of mine.

Claire then said it was time to try her idea. She had me sit flat on the floor with my legs spread, my back against the sofa. she then sat on the floor facing me, her legs straddling mine. She had Jeff move over an ottoman so that she could lean back a bit, then wiggled a little so that the tip of my erection was inches from her cunt-lips. She looked at me, and as she grasped my dick with both hands and maneuvered it towards her pussy, told me that she was technically a virgin; she said she had never let any of Jeff’s friends even see her naked, and had never had any of her boyfriends inside her, at least not their dicks. She said the same would apply to me; and even if she wanted to, she didn't think she could even fit me in.

Holding my shaft with both hands, she guided it until its tip was just inside her pussy's lips; her hands were dwarfed by the shaft she was holding, like a child's hand holding on to a bowling pin. She then began to move my rod up and down at a moderate speed, rubbing it against the inside of her lips, and the soft flesh inside. The tip of my dick was all that fit between her lips; the bulk of the head was bobbing up and down well outside her. Her motion made a sticky, slurpy sound each time she moved me. She said, "Don't worry if you come, I'm on the pill to prevent cramps", but truthfully it hadn't even occurred to me, as far as I had been from considering sex with girls.

It felt intense on my dick, her pussy hair tickling my sensitive head, and the soft slickness of the flesh, wet with our combined juices, a smoother, hotter stimulation. Jeff was watching eagerly at my side. She worked in silence for a few minutes, and then asked me if I had ever felt a girl come before, and I grunted "no". She was sweating now, breathing hard, and seemed to be blushing all over. She told me to reach over and slip the tip of my finger into her slit below where she was working on it; I felt the very wet smoothness around a small hole, going into her. She told me to gently push the tip of my finger in, and to wiggle it against the mouth of the opening fairly fast.

I was on fire; the friction her movements were making on the head of my dick, and the slight jacking-off movements of her hands on my shaft, were driving me to delirium, as I did what she asked. After a few seconds, I began to feel her hole pulsing, gripping my finger tightly and releasing it over and over, while Claire sighed, her eyes closed.

She stopped her rubbing of my dick inside her lips, opened her eyes and looked into mine, and told me that that was what it was like when a girl comes. She said that many girls, unlike most boys, can come several, even many, times in a row, and if I could stand it, she would like to keep going, and see how many times she could come before I did. She told me to keep up wiggling my finger inside her, and to pause for a few moments each time I felt her come.

She recommenced masturbating herself with my big erection, and I was doing her hole thoroughly. The sound of our heavy breathing and the slurping sounds of our masturbation were the only sounds; we worked on in silence. Jeff was rubbing himself near the base of his shaft to try to last as long as me, creaming nicely.

Every two or three minutes, I felt her come. Her wiggling of my dick up and down was becoming more forceful, and her slit was by now soaked, a wide swath of juice running from her cunt down her spread cheeks onto a growing wet spot on the rug. I was in an almost continuous state of orgasm, from her rubbing, and in sympathy with her repeated coming; cream was flowing from my cock so thickly that I could feel it coming up the shaft and out the hole; My dick was on fire. Jeff told me to tell him when I was going to come; he wanted to be holding my dick when I did so he could feel it, but didn't want to touch me to soon, so I could last as long as possible.

After she had been coming intermittently for about ten minutes, she suddenly told me to wiggle my finger harder; she could feel one of her "big ones" coming on. I tried to, but I was starting to come myself; Jeff could sense it, and he reached around my shaft near the base to feel the come shooting through the thick column on the back of my cock.

I watched as in a dream, as my come was spurting out of her pussy lips all around the head of my cock where she was rubbing it furiously between her lips, splattering all around her pussy and onto the floor; she was yelping like a puppy, as I felt her hole clamping down on my finger much harder than before, over and over, spasmodically, with a very gradually diminishing intensity. Jeff kept jerking me gently while the last few pulses throbbed through my cock, and his sister slowly let it retract from her drenched lips, to begin sagging towards the carpet.

4.

I arrived home later that evening, drained but wired from the evening's activities. After we had recovered, Claire had gotten some towels, and we had all worked at cleaning up the substantial wet spots on their carpet. They had talked while we blotted, Jeff saying how hot it was to see his sister coming, how she rarely let him see her "in action", which provoked some sibling bickering, he telling her that it wasn't fair, all the hundreds of times she had seen him and his friends coming; with her retorts that it was his hobby, she could do as she liked, and wasn't "one of his jack-off boys". They did both agree about how much they had enjoyed seeing me come, all my juice spurting out around her cunt-lips as we did each other.

But then, back at home, the events of the evening replayed themselves over and over again in my mind- and I was again swallowed in the by-now familiar confusion; why did all this intimate sex seem so clear and right when it was happening, but seem so perverse and nasty to me, afterwards? The worst part of it was my feeling of surrender, of helplessness, powerlessness to do anything but passively go along with whatever my seducers wanted me to do: it wasn't even that I didn't want to do those things with them, but that I was so powerless to resist their directions once my dick started swelling.

The image of myself, lying back with my erection fully exposed and sticking straight up, swollen and shiny, with Jeff staring at it mesmerized as he deliberately and carefully worked on it; an image that I had watched for many hours over the past week, was horrifying to me then as I pictured it. Me, gladly allowing a male to touch my hard-on, and jack it off, repeatedly, and the amount of time I was allowing to be spent just masturbating! It felt so wrong! To add to the indignity, he would play games with my genitals, seeing how much juice he could get out of me as he had that second session, or counting how many times my penis would throb when I came, trying to best my previous record. It was incredibly humiliating! Even so, as these images arose in my memory, I felt my dick swell, and familiar warmth spreading in my groin. I couldn't understand myself. It was as if there were two different people inside of me, like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; there was the normal, familiar, "safe" person I had always thought myself to be, and this other, perverse sensualist, who would allow anything to be done to himself for pleasure. My horror was the realization that he was actually me, and that I seemed powerless to do anything about it.

I didn't see either of my neighbors that next day. I felt relieved at this, but also a pressure in my balls that had become used to the schedule of daily, and very thorough, workouts. The following day, however, Jeff came over to my house earlier than he ever had before, and I followed him down into the basement with surrender, tinged with eagerness. When we got into my room, he announced in a thick voice as he pulled my pants down, his eyes on my penis, that he wanted to try to work up to two sessions a day, that a dick like mine deserved to be hard constantly; he said that as I got used to it, I would become able to have at least two good comes a day. My dick was rising toward the ceiling as I pictured what he was suggesting; I was now fully possessed by my primal urges, and knew I would go along with anything he wanted to do with me.

Over the next two weeks, on most days we spent several hours down in my basement room, as he worked on developing my stamina and getting my balls used to producing more come. I felt like I was an athlete in training, and he indeed treated my erection like a thoroughbred. We would have a session usually in the late morning or early afternoon, and another at night, sometimes over at his house. He was infinitely inventive; even with the hours of masturbation we were putting in, he rarely repeated himself, coming up with novel approaches again and again. One day, for example, as we started he told me that he noticed that I had a hard time talking while I was hard, and he had a game to help me get used to talking and jacking off at the same time. He said he would ask me questions while he was doing me, and I would have to answer reasonably quickly and clearly, or he would slow down, lighten up, or stop. He thought that would condition me, "like Pavlov's dogs", to be responsive verbally while I was having sex.

He squirted a big gob of hand lotion on the head of my dick, spread it all over the shaft thoroughly with two fingers and his thumb, and started sliding his hand up and down encircling my shaft, up over the thick ridge that formed the rim on the head of my cock, and then back down again, slowly but steadily. While he did this, he asked me very ordinary questions about my life, like how long I had lived here, what I thought of a particular movie, etc.. At first, I had to struggle to make my voice work, the sensation was so all-consuming; but then as I mumbled he would slow his movements almost to a stop, and lighten the pressure, until I answered clearly. It was amazing how effective this game was; by the end of the second session that day using this technique, I was having an almost completely normal conversation with him while he did me, until I came; then I couldn't speak. He noticed that; and while he watched the last few spurts of come from the orgasm he was producing in me run down my cock, he said we'd have to work on that.

He also started catching my come in a cup every few times he brought me to orgasm, to see how my volume was developing under his plan.

Several times his sister joined us for our sessions, but while she watched him do me enthusiastically, she didn't join in on those occasions: except once, when she directed Jeff, telling him how to slide the skin on my erection, masturbating me by remote control. I could now talk easily while I was being done, and we kept an almost constant conversation up, about how a particular technique was feeling, how close I was to coming, etc.. I found that the hand jobs were improved greatly by this (which I wouldn't have thought was possible, they had already been so good), from my participation and feedback. I was spending so much time each day watching my erection in front of my face being jerked off, that in my dreams I often saw my swollen cock-head bobbing in front of me, regardless of what else was happening.

I had become a total slave to our masturbation sessions, and in between them, as I would be going about my other affairs, I could think of little else, looking forward to the next session impatiently. I'm sure this was Jeff's intention; he would have had me with my pants down, hard, in front of him all day if he could. Although he frequently came himself during our sessions, sometimes just from feeling the power of the orgasm he was causing in me, he seemed quite contented that my prodigious genitals be the recipient of our efforts. He seemed to get as much vicarious pleasure from making me come, as he got from coming himself.

After a few weeks of this regimen, while we had just started an evening session in Jeff's bedroom, Claire walked in on us.

Although I was used to her being there, it added an extra excitement to the sensations I felt to have her watching me getting done. I was lying back on the carpet, leaning up a bit on the side of the bed for a better view of his work. Jeff had my belt and fly open, but my pants weren't pulled down: he had pulled my balls out so that they were spread out on the surface of my pants below the fly, and my erection was, as usual, pointing at the ceiling. We had gotten me to the point where both of my daily orgasms were at least as strong as any he had ever brought me to, and the amount of come I was producing had increased steadily. On some sessions, particularly the morning's, if I came quickly, he would try to make me come again, working up to three times a day.

Jeff had already started to bring me towards tonight's orgasm by using two hands, on either side of my cock-head, gently stimulating it around both sides of its rim with his fingertips. It was having its effect, a drop of cream building on the crack at the tip. Claire came over to us, watching critically for a few minutes, and then said, "You know, I think that it's gotten even bigger than when I first saw it." We both said we agreed as he continued to do me, crediting the "tooth-paste tube squeeze" move that Jeff used on me for a few minutes at the beginning of each session, to swell me to maximum size before he would begin. She then announced that she had a real treat for me that night; she said she wanted to try to blow me.

I was stunned; except for that one night two weeks ago, she had not had any direct contact with me; and Jeff had explained to me that she had never had anything to do with his other friends, outside of the strict masturbation games they would play. He had said that he had been very surprised at her actions of that night, that they were unprecedented, and she must have been extremely turned on by my size.

Jeff slowly stopped the delicious rubbing he was giving my cock-head, looked up at her, and said, "ok, but you have to let me watch; and don't do too good a job, I don't want you to spoil him!". Then he stopped the tickling he was doing and put his hand around the shaft near the base, and pulled slowly upward once while squeezing it. This action squeezed out a large drop of cream from the tip which swelled the drop that had been building there, sending it flowing down my shaft and over his hand, leaving a shiny trail; he then released my cock.

I had often wondered why Jeff himself, with his obvious fixation on dicks, especially mine, never took them into his mouth; when I asked him about this, in the midst of a session in my basement, he told me that he was a specialist, and preferred the freedom to watch the progress of his handiwork that hand jobs gave him. He said, as he milked my pulsing shaft, that all of his friends seemed to enjoy his handiwork; I agreed!

Claire directed me to get up, take off my pants, and lie on the bed near the edge with my legs spread and feet on the floor, so she could kneel between my legs. As I arranged myself, she explained to us that she had found herself repeatedly fantasizing about my big dick in her mouth; and, since I was so available, she thought "why not?". She knelt between my legs, but we immediately noticed that even with her kneeling up as straight as possible, my dick-head was standing near her forehead; so she leaned forward, so that my balls were rubbing against her solar plexus and my shaft running up between her breasts, and gave it a kiss a few inches beneath the head.

Claire rose to her feet, deciding to try it standing up. She only had to lean forward slightly, and the head of my erection was an inch from her lips. She reached out a hand and grabbed the base of the shaft, bending it down slightly towards her lips, and continued to hold it to steady it. I was incredibly excited, having been well warmed up by her brother, and at the prospect of this new treat. She looked down at the head, dripping just below her chin, then opened her lips and bent down to take it into her mouth.

The tip of my head filled her mouth, and the rest stuck out in front of her face; she looked like she had an apple in her mouth, like a pig dressed for roasting. The sensation of her lips on my velvety head was incredible. She steadied my dick with her hand, and tried to push it farther into her mouth, but it wouldn't budge.

She slipped her lips off its tip, looked at it again, and closed her mouth, working up some saliva; then she licked her lips, opened her mouth wide to stretch her lips for a moment, and again bent down to my cock. She held her mouth as far open as she could while she moved it around my cock-head; this time, she got it in almost to the rim, but no further.

She pulled back again, looking at it thoughtfully, and absentmindedly started to rub the skin up and down on the lower shaft slowly where she held it, jerking me off. She continued the motion of her hand while she bent forward again and started licking the head like an ice cream cone, swirling her tongue around it and alternately sucking the tip into her mouth and then squeezing it back out with her lips, evidently giving up on the idea of actually fitting it into her mouth.

I was going wild; the sensation of her tongue on the sensitive, stretched head of my erection was like nothing I had ever felt before.

She steadied my shaft with the fingertips of her free hand just below the head, and continued her licking-sucking-nibbling on the tip, while jerking off the base slowly, my balls riding up and down with each movement of her hand. Jeff, watching the slow motion of my balls, reached a cradling hand to support them, weighing them with a slow bouncing of his own. He asked me how I was doing; I replied, with difficulty, that I didn't think I would last too much longer.

On hearing this, Claire pulled back from her nibbling with a long, sucking kiss, trailing a string of fluid from her lips to my cock-head; and surveyed the results of her work so far, while she licked her lips. My shaft was covered with a silvery film of her saliva mixed with my juice, and even as we watched, a fresh pulse of clear fluid appeared on the tip, and flowed slowly downward. She had kept her hands on my shaft, and had reduced her jerking-off movements, shifting towards pushing her fingertips into the thick column on the back of the shaft above Jeff's hand, and riding it slowly up and down, forcing out a fresh pulse of fluid with each upward movement.

While she continued this gentle masturbation, her mouth free again, she gave Jeff a smile and asked how I liked it, compared to her brother's skills; when I didn't answer right away she bent forward again. This time she sucked the tip into her mouth and squeezed it back out again, drooling a slight stream of saliva onto my head when she squeezed it out; she did this over and over, in a steady rhythm, evidently intending to make me come right away, to show off her skills to her brother.

I was out of control, my erection stiffened to its maximum and pulsing spasmodically, its head a swollen, bright red from the suction of her lips: after only a few minutes of this, her drool and my cream rolled down from the head in thick gobs onto her and her brother's hands and my cupped balls. I warned them that I was about to come, and she positioned her puckered lips right over the hole like she was giving it a kiss, and started to suck steadily. Jeff put his free hand on my shaft between where her two hands were, encircling the shaft to better feel me coming, moving the skin up and down in concert with Claire's jerking-off movements; three hands were jacking me off, with room left over along the shaft.

The first squirt of come partly escaped Claire's mouth, as its sudden force took her by surprise; but by the second, she had a sense of how strongly I was coming, and adjusted her suction to try to contain it all- but, after the sixth or seventh pulse her mouth must have been full; and, not having time to swallow, each further pulse sent come squirting out of her lips, falling down her chin or onto my dick and their hands. I was in an agony of pleasure; the especially large load of thick come, built up by our "development" program of twice-daily orgasms, surging through the channel in my erection and out the hole with unusually high force under the stimulation of Claire's blowjob; the intense, burning/tingling from her suction on my head, the four hands smoothly jerking off my dick and balls; it was absolute bliss. Jeff said hoarsely that that must have been the record in the amount of come he had ever seen me put out, wishing that he could have caught and measured it; Claire swallowed several times, licking her lips, her eyes glazed- and grinned. She looked at her brother, and he said that she won, THAT time; but he would beat her in time.

5.

The morning after I had received my first, fantastic blowjob from Claire, Jeff came over around ten; and as he was slipping my big dick and balls out to begin working on them, he told me of his new idea. He had again opened my belt and fly, but hadn't pulled my pants down- instead flopping my balls over the slightly lowered waistband of my briefs so they were hanging in front (as he had begun the previous night before Claire took over), my erection sticking straight out. He was sitting in the chair, and had me standing right in front of him facing sideways so he had a profile view of my size, my equipment at his face level, working on my balls with a very light rubbing and fondling; every now and then reaching a hand out to stroke the rim of the head.

"I read about something I want to try on you, to see if it works", he said, and proceeded to tell me of a technique that was supposed to lead to a truly continuous orgasm. He said that it supposedly required up to a month of buildup, so he wanted to begin the training right away. As he was saying this, the insistent stimulation of his hand job causing a large drop of juice that had been building on the tip of my dick to drip slowly to the floor, trailing a long shiny string, he told me what would be involved.

He told me that the basic idea was to masturbate me as often, and for as long, as possible, but to stop short every time I was about to have a normal orgasm, taking me right up to the brink. We would have to finely coordinate his doing me with how close I was to coming, but as I was already telling him just how his actions were making me feel, as he had trained me to be able to do, he thought that would be no problem. He said that it might be hard for me at first, but apparently after a few days it would start to feel great, and he would be able to keep me right at the brink of coming for longer and longer, finally indefinitely.

He had continued to do me, now slowly pulling the skin on my shaft up over the thick rim on my head and back again, with his thumb and three fingertips in a regular rhythm, still doing my balls with his other hand; and we talked about his plan as my arousal was steadily building.

(At this point in our strange relationship I had become completely compliant with his wishes: the sexual ecstasy that he would produce in me was overpoweringly seductive; and I was totally addicted to it. I had gotten to the point where as soon as I felt my dick being released from my underwear and saw it rising between us, I might as well have been coming already: as for him, he seemed equally addicted to watching my large organs being jacked off. My addiction had nothing to do with him; the fact of his being a male became meaningless to me: I was completely addicted to the drug of sex, and he was supplying me. Otherwise, in my life I had no particular access to sexual contact with any girls (other than Claire), and no prospects, while here I had been being given the most satisfying sexual releases over and over, right in my back yard, and I didn't even have to go out of my way to get it; there was no contest. As for Claire, she had made it plain that she was unavailable to me, except through her participation in our sessions, and that when she wanted; so even there my best shot at contact with her was acquiescing in my present situation; and what a situation!)

Suddenly, I could feel the steady surge of fluid in my balls that meant he was making me come, and I told him; He stopped his jacking immediately, took his hands away from my now-throbbing hardon, and told me to try to relax every muscle in my groin completely. I tried this, and sure enough, I felt the impending orgasm slowly recede. We just stood there quietly letting the tension dissipate, watching a stream of slightly milky cream flowing from the tip of my dick to the floor. We talked about me dealing with concealing my hardon since it wouldn't have the de-pressurization of coming, but as we talked, we could see that it was already drooping slightly, and would apparently shrink to its soft size after a while with no stimulation.

As part of this new regimen, he started dropping by the house every few hours, or having me over next door, to work me close to coming. I lived alone in the house with my elderly parents; I had left high school the previous year to stay at home to help with my invalid mother, who spent most of the day in her upstairs sitting room; while my dad, who hadn't yet retired at that time, was gone all day. Since my tasks around the house were minimal, this new schedule was no problem for me to maintain. We quickly found that my erection would subside after only a few minutes once he stopped doing me, so I could close my pants up and go apparently normally about my chores.

We would get together about eight-thirty or nine, in my basement room or in his bedroom. He would work on me for about a half-hour, or until I had almost come two or three times. For these morning sessions he would usually have my pants off and lying back, sometimes with my legs spread, or with them tightly together, my balls sitting up between my thighs, and my dick squeezed even tighter. He would work me strongly at first, concentrating on the head of my penis, until my first approach to orgasm; then he would slow down, and work my shaft and balls more for the next two close calls. Twice during these first sessions of the day I lost it and came; the first time, after about three days of our new routine, I was so excited from his expert jacking that a huge orgasm came upon me so fast that I had no warning- and it was a gusher! Not having come for three days after our previous twice-a-day for weeks, a huge load had built up- He had been doing a fast two-handed job on my shaft, the top hand not quite reaching my rim, and the bottom hand causing my balls to bounce wildly as it pulled the skin up and down- and it hit him square in the face! But, like falling off a horse, he immediately started me up again, and worked on me patiently until I was again about to come, to leave me in the state of constant arousal he was aiming for.

Then he would stop by generally in the late morning, and after lunch, and in the later afternoon. For these "maintenance" sessions he would usually just open my fly and ease my genitals out, including my balls, which hang low enough that hanging them out my fly with my erection was no problem. He would make me almost come once or maybe twice if I was particularly fast, in ten or fifteen minutes, then put it back away in my pants. If he was feeling particularly aroused, he would pull my pants down around my knees for a better view, and masturbate himself as he did me. He had asked me if it would bother me if he was coming while I wasn't, but it didn't seem to interfere in my training, and so for many of our sessions he would masturbate until he came while he was doing me- I liked to see him spurting come; and since I wasn't, it was a great vicarious thrill.

The first few days were hard; my balls felt an enormous pressure, especially since he had had me coming so often and so much just before we started this routine. I was very tempted to not tell him when I was peaking and just come, but I was completely conditioned to follow his lead by now. My dick was constantly swollen and puffy, tingling with a ready excitement; when he would take it out for a session, it would almost explode to an incredibly stretched, shiny purple fullness. It was oozing constantly, a steady stream while he would be doing me, and a light dripping in between; I cut a towel into smaller pieces and took to keeping one stuffed in my briefs- the first day, before I discovered this, after our second session of the day a large stain had appeared on the front of my pants, as if I had wet them.

One night , after about three weeks of this training, he invited me over to his house for that day's evening session. We had by then become very good at bringing my dick to, & keeping right at, the edge of squirting; my erection would be throbbing and pulsing uncontrollably, a steady stream of fluid flowing down, for twenty or thirty minutes- and I was in heaven! It was indeed like one long orgasm, my whole body burning and tingling continuously, my dick stretched to its maximum.

As I went into his bedroom that night, he told me to undress completely, which had become usual for our evening sessions, our long one of the day, and that he had a little treat for me tonight. He told me that he had been keeping Claire appraised of my progress, and tonight she wanted to watch him giving me the "endless orgasm".

My penis had of course sprang up to my belly, rock hard and already dripping, as soon as he had my pants off; under the pressure of our three-week buildup, even when I took it out to pee it would stiffen and throb; I walked around most of the day semi-erect, which I had a hard time concealing. But when he told me about Claire, I almost came at the thought. He told me to follow him into the living room, she wanted to watch us do it there.

As I entered their living room behind him, naked, my straining erection bouncing as I moved, I stopped suddenly in shock. There, sitting in an arranged semi-circle of chairs, was Claire, and four other girls! She spoke up and told me not to worry, that these were girlfriends of hers who she had told about my big equipment and Jeff's and my masturbation expertise, and they were all very eager to see it for themselves.

Now this was a small town, and I knew these girls casually; they had been ahead of me in high school by a grade or two, and the shock and confusion of being seen like this, being paraded in front of them naked with my huge erection bobbing, was totally humiliating! I was horrified to learn that anyone outside of our private threesome knew of my great debauchery and lust, and of my anatomical generosity. I felt completely exposed and vulnerable; the rug had been pulled out from under the feeling of safety that had grown in me around our secret sexual conspiracy. Yet at the same time, the anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through my whole being; and my dick, which had been in a steady state of high arousal for weeks, was throbbing and dripping for its evening workout proudly.

They had set up a sort of stage for my performance to be displayed on, two ottomans pushed together for me to lie on; and as I was lying back, my legs spread, knees hanging over the end, feet on the floor, with my erection and balls prominently thrust upward, I could hear the girls exclaiming among themselves, amazed at my size, and obviously aroused by the sight. Their chairs were spread closely around where I was lying, with a chair behind my bed for Jeff to work on me from, which he had now begun to do. He grasped my shaft near the base to steady it, and started to work on the ultra-sensitive spot on the back of my dick just below the head, massaging gently with the fingertips of his other hand.

A steady stream of cream was flowing down the front of my dick as it leaned slightly forward towards my face, bobbing over my solar plexus. Excited to be "showing me off", Jeff dipped a fingertip in the juice on the head and rubbed it slowly all over the head and rim, leaving it shiny and slick, then raising his finger up to trail a string of the sticky fluid straight up over my cockhead, and back down for more smearing; then tapping the hole several times with his finger, making bubbles perched on the tip of my dick. The mood in the room was tense with sexual arousal; the girl's voices were muted as they talked about what they were seeing. Claire was telling them about her having done my dick, and told the others they should feel it. Two of the girls got up and came over to me and, one by one, grasped my shaft around the middle; their hands couldn't reach much more than halfway around the thick shaft. They all commented in awe.

I could feel the juices flowing in my balls warning of an impending orgasm, much sooner than usual under the intense stimulation of the hand job coupled with the excitement of being watched by strangers in this very compromising display; and the girls' touch upon my swollen cock almost sent me over the top. Jeff, sensing my arousal, an expert on my sexual states by now, warned the girls in time, and reduced his own work to a slow jacking-off motion down my shaft- I got through the crisis with no more than a few pulsing throbs, fluid now flowing heavily down my cock, pooling in my pubic hair.

Jeff and I now knew we were on the home stretch; we knew from our experience over the last few weeks that after my I got over my first near-come, he could bring me right to the edge, and keep me there; so he worked my dick carefully, I telling him how close we were getting. My erection was completely swollen, the skin stretched painfully tight, the head swollen and shiny; the whole thing a deep purple-red from the blood congesting it. Its skin was stretched so tight that he could only pull up and down on it an inch or so, without pulling too painfully on my tight balls; the whole shaft shiny-wet from my fluids that Jeff was wiping over the shaft.

I was almost there: I told him I could feel the come building in my balls: he slowed slightly, letting it build, until my dick started pulsing as if it was coming, but with no ejaculation. This signaled the beginning of our spectacle: he jacked me carefully, making it pulse over and over, spasmodically: the pulsing would die back, and begin again, under his careful masturbation. The clear fluid that had been flowing thickly all down my erection was now becoming whitish, as it was mixed with come.

I was in ecstasy. Truly this was a continuous orgasm; the come flowing steadily and smoothly from the head of my dick, squirting up very slightly when the pulses and throbbing would get particularly strong; but Jeff’s skill kept it from going past the point of no return. It was incredibly erotic to see my huge, swollen erection coming and coming; Jeff’s hardon was sticking out of his fly dripping, the girls were starting to masturbate, and Claire and her friend next to her had their hands down each others' pants.

Jeff kept working me like this, spurting constantly off and on , for what must have been four or five minutes. My erection was throbbing and pulsing uncontrollably. The girls were leaning forward out of their chairs, some kneeling right by me, to see this amazing sexual behavior up close, eyes glazed over in excitement to see my huge tool coming and coming.

I don't know how long this went on- I lost all sense of time , in a trance, coming non-stop- Jeff came sometime in the middle of my faux-come, just from watching me- the girls looked like they were coming occasionally, all of them now fingering each other- Jeff finally wanted to make me actually come, and began working me fast and hard with both hands- one of the girls came over to help, grasped the shaft above his hands near the head with both hands- which picked up the spastic pulsing more and more, until I started ejaculating properly. The first stream went over my head, leaving a trail all down my front, and soon my chest was dripping with streams of fresh come. By the time I was drained, so was everyone else.

Afterward, while I was toweling myself off, the girl who had helped jack me off was talking with me, and said she was incredibly turned on by my size, and thought that I was "cute", too, and asked me if I had ever fucked a girl before, that she would love to try to have my huge rod inside of her...

6.

The next day I couldn't stop replaying the events of the previous night over and over again in my mind. I reenacted their fondling my full erection, watching the fluids pouring from my dick, jacking me off, and getting so excited themselves as to share in the debauchery with each other. And Jen! I had discovered that that was the girl's name who was talking to me at the end, who had helped to finish me off. I was consumed in fantasies about her, and anticipation-

As we had been cleaning up, Claire had joined Jen in talking with me, and had heard her interest in experimenting more fully with me and my impressive equipment; Jen was turned on by the ongoing masturbation sessions that we had developed, excited at the thought of my huge cock being made to come so often. Claire had then invited Jen to join our little club centered on my endowment, suggesting that they take over my evening sessions if I wouldn't mind. Drained as I was, I nearly got hard again at the thought.

I had become a complete glutton for sex, and had completely surrendered to this idyllic situation centered on it. I now lived to be hard and creaming, and in fact I was so often that the rest of my life was becoming a dream; I had been getting so much sex that it had become commonplace to me that nothing else was of much importance. So as Jeff came over that morning and went with me down to my basement room, I watched eagerly as he pulled my pants down, my erection springing up to point at his face.

Jeff had me lie back on the floor and knelt beside me, staring at my rigid cock, and reached a hand out to begin sliding the skin on my shaft slowly up and down, while holding my balls down with his other hand to stretch the skin more, and make it pull on the head. This produced a wonderful burning sensation around the rim. As he jacked me off he said, "Today I'm going to make you come," explaining that the girls were no doubt going to have me coming every night, and he wanted to enjoy as many of my orgasms as they were going to get to. I think he was a little jealous to be sharing me, and simultaneously excited at the prospect of watching them in action with me. He worked on me steadily, hypnotically, his jacking producing the familiar wet sounds that had by then seemed to be filling my days, as a bead of juice began to build on the tip of my swollen head over the hole. All the time he was doing me, he fantasized about the girls©ˆ upcoming explorations; he claimed to have no problem with it, and assured me he understood my enthusiasm to have them do me.

I was creaming steadily now, and he smeared it all around the upper portion of the shaft and head to produce a slick lubricant; he had shifted his hands, one hand around the base of the shaft, pulling my balls up as he would slide the skin up slowly, and pulling down firmly on the down stroke to stretch the skin hard along the shaft, pulling it to attention. With the other hand he was doing the top of my dick, sliding the skin up over the swollen rim and back down again, in synchronization with his other hand. We were both breathing heavily.

I felt a slow burning building in my groin and my whole body was tingling; I felt myself moving inexorably towards orgasm under his steady, thorough masturbation. The cream was running down my erection, over both his hands, glistening wetly; followed suddenly by thick jets of come, squirting into the air and falling back down to drip down my genitals and his hands. His eyes were burning with arousal as he watched, until finally the last few pulses of my orgasm died away. I lay dead, drained, as he wiped us off.

We had agreed to have only two sessions a day, so that my balls would be producing enough come for a thorough orgasm at each session. And sure enough, that evening as I walked next door for my first session with the girls, I could feel a surging in my crotch that foretold a wet outcome for the evening's activities.

As I arrived at their door, I was nervous and eager with anticipation of what was to come. Over the preceding weeks I had built up the comfort of familiarity with Jeff and Claire, so that including their participation in my most intimate, revealing sexual activities now seemed normal to me. Even at the party of the preceding evening there was the semi-anonymity of numbers, the crowd of people belying the intimacy of the situation; but tonight, only two girls, one of them someone new, would be sharing in my naked sexuality, and I felt vulnerable. But then, Jen's obvious eagerness as she had jacked me off last night was reassuring to my fears, and incredibly exciting to my lusts; I felt dizzy with anticipation.

Claire answered the door and led me into the living room, explaining that we would be undisturbed that evening, that her other family members were gone, even Jeff; I suspect his jealousy moved him to sulk alone. Jen was sitting on the couch as we entered the room. She was about my age, cute, with short brown hair, and she seemed to have a nice figure. She smiled up at me, with an excited, knowing look in her eyes; then without preamble Claire told me to take off my pants.

I felt a dizzying thrill to be on the verge of revealing myself so intimately to these girls: even though Claire had brought me to some of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced, the intense eroticism of this “command performance” before two girls alone was incredibly arousing; also I felt particularly attracted to Jen, and hence felt a shyness to be acquiescing so passively in front of her to their whims.

I slipped down my pants, and took them off; it was the point of no return. My erection was stretching my briefs, pointing upwards obliquely to the right, held in with its tip at the level of my navel, projecting to the side past my hips. I felt my face burning in a blush of embarrassment. I was standing facing them five feet away as they watched, commenting on the bulk of the shape stretching my underwear. Claire told me to come stand before them so Jen could become better acquainted with my prize. I went and stood directly in front of, and between them, where they sat side by side on the sofa. Eying my distended underwear appraisingly, Jen told me to take them off too. I slipped my underwear down, releasing my hardon to flop down straight out, its distended head inches from their faces; it was pointing slightly upwards toward my navel, swaying with its sudden release. It was painfully swollen from the excitement of the situation; Jen said “Wow, I had thought my memory might have been playing tricks on me from last night, but will you look at that!”

My dick was hanging in front of them at the level of their faces, its shiny head bobbing just inches from their eyes. Jen reached out and gently hefted my ball sack in the cupped palm of her hand, feeling its weight; my balls were like two small plums threatening to roll off the sides of her small hand. They were talking; apparently both girls had had experience of a fair number of boys' cocks, but never before had either girl seen anything like what was standing before their eyes. Jen said that she was fascinated by dicks, but felt that she had struck the mother lode.

As they spoke, Jen had been gently pulling on and fondling my balls; Claire reached out a hand and joined her, so that they were each pulling gently on the ball nearest them. My rod was throbbing with the pounding of my heart, giving a slight bounce on each beat. Just as Jen reached out her other hand, fingers extended to grasp the upper shaft, a large drop of fluid emerged from its pouting hole, and hung swelling on the tip; grasping the shaft in her fingertips to steady it, she leaned forward slightly and stuck out her tongue, licking off the drop with its tip, trailing a string of fluid from my cockhead to her mouth as she leaned back.

The sensation of her hand suddenly on my shaft, followed by the velvety feeling of her tongue on the stretched, sensitive skin of my cockhead, was shocking, sending a bolt of fire searing through my entire body, and more cream oozing from my erection. They had been steadily doing my balls, and my hardon was raging with tension, its skin stretched to the maximum, shiny and a deep red. “I bet we can make him come just by pulling on his balls,” Jen said to Claire; but she kept up the slight jerking-off she was doing to my upper shaft.

They asked me to describe how what they were doing to me felt like; I tried to tell them how good it felt to be so swollen; the wonderful sense of fullness as I felt the fluids churning inside my balls, taking its long trip down the shaft to cream out; the smooth flowing through the hole, the building of pressure in my groin and the tingling of my whole body... They were getting worked up at the extreme sexuality of the situation, seeing the obvious effects they were having on this huge hardon just inches from their faces; they were both breathing hard, and Claire was rubbing Jen's crotch with her free hand up her short skirt, through her panties. I was coming to realize that Claire felt about girls the way her brother felt about boys, and later learned that she and Jen had a prior history of very intimate contact.

Claire gave Jen a meaningful look, and they both stopped doing me, leaving me standing with a throbbing, very erect and dripping hardon; Jen stood up a moment and put a towel they had ready under her bottom, and took her panties off, slumping back onto the sofa with her legs spread, her eyes half-closed in a look of lust and anticipation. Claire reached down and pulled her friend's skirt up, completely exposing her crotch. She had soft, deep-brown curls, around very pouty lips. Projecting prominently from between her lips was a swollen, dark red tongue of flesh, sticking proudly out about three-quarters of an inch. "Look, she's almost like you," Claire told me, stroking the projection very lightly with a fingertip, "Look at the size of her clit!" I only had Claire's anatomy to compare her with, and it was certainly much more prominent than hers.

Jen sighed as her friend’s fingers tickled her cunt. Claire reached her other hand to spread apart the lips, directing me to kneel down and watch, and started to slide her fingertips lightly up over the now prominently displayed projection, and down the exposed red slit; pausing at the bottom to gently slip a finger a bit into the recess there, giving a little circling motion as she did so, and back up the slit to the projection again. She would vary this pattern a little, giving a few more tickling strokes to the swollen projection, or letting her fingers linger, sinking two together a little deeper into the bottom end, but kept the pattern up smoothly. Her fingers, and the whole slit, were getting very wet with shiny fluid, a pleasant slurping sound being made occasionally by her motions; Jen was breathing hard, in little sighs.

"She's about to come," Claire said, and told me that she was a good match for me, that she could come over and over; that they had once had her coming for the better part of an hour. Her lips were now swollen red and spread wide on their own, and her clit seemed to be tightening up. Claire stopped her roving and kept rubbing on the thick protrusion, directing me to insert three fingers into her pussy. She was soaked and her hole was wide opened: my fingers slid into her easily, and I had just gotten them into her up to my hand when she let out a gasp, and her pussy repeatedly clasped my fingers, hard, over and over, as she arched her back and raised her ass up off the sofa to push into our hands.

As Jen sank back into the sofa, Claire slowed her movements, but kept them up; she directed me to sit next to Jen, and withdraw my fingers from her pussy. She had me take over the rubbing and tickling of her clit; Jen put her hand around my hardon and started to jack me off, directing me how to rub her by the way she would do me.

Meanwhile, Claire was slowly sliding several fingers in and out of Jen's pussy, adding a finger every so often until all five fingers were slipping in and out of her. At that point, she stopped her in-and-out motions, and seemed to curl her fingers around inside of her pussy to form a fist, which she began to slowly twist inside Jen; who at that moment came again. Claire kept up her movements, and Jen directed me by the pressure of her hand on my erection to press on her clit as she was coming. I was so hot from Jen’s jacking while feeling her come again that I felt myself approach the edge; but I managed to hold on. All of our hands were soaked with Jen and my juices.

We kept this pattern up through two more orgasms in quick succession, each coming sooner than the one before it, and seeming shallower, but longer lasting; when Claire said, “I think she might be warmed up enough to try to take you.” She had me kneel between Jen’s thighs, still keeping her hand filling her pussy; and when I was in position, she slowly withdrew her hand, and, grasping my cock, directed its big head to the opening her hand had just vacated.

I felt the tip of my hardon enter her opening; never before had I felt a sensation like that! The warmth, the slick wetness kissing at my head was heaven. Claire had me push gently, and then the whole head was inside her. Jen gasped, then, relaxing, said, “a little more.” I carefully pushed about two inches of the shaft into her, now filling her as much as had Claire's small fist; I marveled at the tight glove-like fit of her pussy clasped around my dick. Jen had me wait motionless, then asked me to slip it in and out very slowly. As I did so, I was able to slide a little more of the shaft inside her with each forward movement, until I was about halfway into her; at which point she let out an urgent groan and came again. I could feel the spasmodic pulsing of her pussy along his length of my erection; I almost came again.

Claire had been all along directing my actions, and she said that it was time to pull out all stops: she directed me to let my rod slip steadily in and out of Jen, not too fast, almost withdrawing on the outstroke so that my thick rim would rub the opening of her pussy; and she reached over and began rubbing Jen’s clit gently but fast, and began artfully fondling my balls and the protruding portion of my shaft.

Jen was wide open now; and the whole area around her lips, and my erection as it slid into and out of her, was covered with our wet, shiny fluids, which ran down her ass onto the towel- I had been creaming like a geyser under this heavenly stimulation. I felt on fire, dizzy with lust and pleasure, like I was about to pass out; my whole body was tingling and hot, my groin burning with the intense stimulation of the heavenly sensations I was experiencing, and the powerful engorgement I could feel of the come building in my balls. Jen was coming every few seconds now, little fluttery orgasms that blended into one another, one fading gradually when the next would strike; she was flushed and sweating, moaning softly on each exhale. Claire continued her inspired masturbation of our genitals as we fucked.

In an excruciating, steady build, as if in slow motion, I could feel myself pass the point of no return, the inexorable climb into a massive orgasm slowly washing over me; I felt the familiar building of come in my balls and prostate like a warm, intense pressure, then finally, catastrophically, shooting down my shaft.

It was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had. When she felt the first jet shooting into her pussy, hitting her cervix forcefully, its volume completely filling her cunt with warm fluid on the first squirt, Jen yelled “Oh!,” and started to come herself, hard; the heavy pulsing of my shaft as the sperm rushed through it fought with the strong contractions of her vagina. I had instinctively stopped thrusting, and held my hardon deep within her as we came, primitive instincts to impregnate controlling my actions. She was filled with sperm on the first shot, and the excess was squeezed out of her pussy around my shaft under the pressure of each subsequent jet, running down her cheeks onto the waiting towel. Her head was thrown back, and she was making little whimpering sounds as we came; I wasn't aware of my own behavior, completely possessed by the throes of intense orgasm. Claire was unconsciously making little growling noises as she feverishly jacked our pulsing genitals as we came, sharing in the intense primal sexuality of the moment.

Gradually the pulsing in our merged organs dwindled, and I collapsed forward onto Jen in a drained embrace. She put her arms around me in a laconic hug, and I felt for the first time the warmth of her breasts and belly against me, my erection still filling her; Claire slumped forward against us, sharing in the physical and emotional exhaustion we had wrought. We lay like that for some time as my dick slowly shrank, still filling her even in its relaxed state. I was in a daze; I had experienced my first orgasm inside a girl! And it was only my first session with Jen and Claire...

My Inches 5

by Steven Dryer

Hi, it's me Phil. You remember, the high-school boy with the sweet, innocent face, the small, thin, body, and the big, BIG, cock. The powerful cock that my principal Sam Barnes fell for. Talking about principal Barnes. I have just had a delicious day with him in his office. In just about 90 minutes he has made me so glad and has assumed his place as my cock sucker and sex slave. I have throated him and fucked his ass. The top session of it all was with no doubt when he licked my sweaty ass. Then he succumbed to me and gave me the access code on the school computer system key. I am hard thinking about the past 90 minutes. This very minute I am sitting in the fancy leather principal chair stark naked and have my enormous dick deep in Barnes mouth. He didn't want to be throated so he gave me the system key and thought that licking my dick afterwards would save him. What a jerk to believe this shit. So now I am throating Barnes and I am now feeding him loads of fresh young teenage cum. Already they are two and Barnes is very busy taking it.

The look on Barnes face said it all. He was afraid of me and had come to realize that he was a bottom bitch to sixteen year old Phil Howard. After all -- who can handle things when they have ended in that kind of situation? Not even that fucking egocentric principal could and the others I wanted to take on could not handle things like that I thought. The very minute I shoved my large dick up Barnes ass I knew I was on the verge of taking all the guys I wanted to take on. Fucking Barnes was on the top of my sex slave list and to get to him I used that jerk Jones and bingo it was fucking piece of cake. I have achieved everything I wanted to when I decided to break in Barnes. From now on it would be just a pleasure. I knew it. And boy I sure as hell was over the moon this very minute at Friday afternoon in the principal's office. Barnes was on his knees and was this very minute throated big time. His mouth was stretched wide and he was taking it in very fast but he couldn't drink everything. We both knew it now that there was no way going back from this situation.

The very minute I fed Barnes the third load he knew he could not get the upper hand on this thing. He had been taken and would from now on have to take things on my terms. I saw it in his eyes that he was liking this more and more. Those that have been through this kind of brutal treatment know that in time the bitch will broken in and start to enjoy the scene, although it's tough taking a large cock in mouth or ass. Barnes was probably going through the emotions. Everyone in this position had to. I wanted to make this scene a very brutal one and take him in fast. I would not leave this office until he knew that there was a new master in his life. I saw it on his face that he was coming to terms with things. I felt that Barnes was getting the hang of it on being throated. He could take the cum much better and was getting the picture much better. This was surely going the right way. I was getting used to this much better kind of principal treatment from Barnes.

I took my inches out of Barnes mouth. He took time to gain ground and was breathless. But he could much better take a cock than the first time. I was fast as a cat and spun off the chair and kicked it away. I laid Barnes down and had him pinned down by the desk in no time. "Cock sucker damn you are getting good. You are much better student than principal. That's for sure! How about catching up some principal fuck from before. I want to fill you up again bitch" He had no words but got the picture very clearly. I looked down into his cum-stained face and said: "Get ready to take it, bitch". He just put his legs on my shoulders and knew what was coming. I put my cock in fast and without lube. Things were coming in fine form on this afternoon with Barnes. I had broken this shithead in much faster than I ever thought possible. My cock went in and Barnes took it like a man and could handle it much better than before.

I went deep into his guts and took him. He was now my property and I felt very nice about things. At first he was very afraid but as the minutes past he got it more going. When I went past his prostate gland he became vulnerable and said: "Oh yeah oh Phil just take me, this is getting so good."

I smiled into his face and said: "Oh bitch you're gonna get fucked real good don't worry about that!". I fucked him without mercy and pumped in and out fast and furious. I slapped his ass as I told him that he was my fucking whore and I'll be wearing his ass as I see fit. Barnes was fit (no doubt about that) and his hole was squeezing very well around my shaft sucking me with every stroke. My big cock was long, hard and young. Barnes was clearly liking it this time and I had felt his weak point and I was sure as hell taking him on that point and fucking him very hard on that terms. It was sure hell of a nice development to have broken him in and having him enjoy being fucked. Barnes was now completely at my will, he was my cock toy to be played with -- his principal ass had been taken by me and was my property. I called to him: "Ready to be spermed bitch?? Ask to be filled up, Barnes!!"

Barnes pleaded: "Oh Phil please fill me up, oh please this is beyond kinky. I want your cum". I was fucking rad at this point. Barnes was craving for my cum and wanted to be filled up -- was pleading me to take him. He was about to take my cum. Talking down to him, I told him that he's the meat my cock's been waiting for, was one of a kind. I couldn't take him on more enough and I got extra hard over this situation as I began pumping my teenage cum into his gut. As I filled Barnes up he went over it and was out of control on this moment. He said: "Oh yeah oh it's hot! I like it now, Phil".

I grinned into his eyes: "Glad to hear that cum breath 'cause you're getting many loads this winter. From now on we will meet everyday at school and I will fill you up. After your takedown today I will sure as hell remind you of your bottom status. I thought to myself that this was enough for the day and took my dick out of his stretched ass. This had been wonderful day.

I let him go and called down to him: "Now lick my balls Barnes. I want you to take good care of them and lick them clean." Barnes went down fast on my balls and started to lick. Oh it was just wonderful. He did his best and was damn good at taking good care of my balls. He took his time and was excellent on it. I spewed a load on his face in return. He was really cum stained. I loved watching this former tyrant with my cum on his face. I laughed out loud as he realized what had happened. He sucked most of it and swallowed. I grinned: "Hey fucking bitch, you sure as heck are full of my cum at this moment. I hope you can take as much teen cum down your body." I grinned at him and he was almost shy to me. I saw that he was now my underdog and I could say or do anything at all to him. He was no threat to me anymore. Barnes had been taken and would from now do anything sexually degrading as I thought possible to him. My life had taken a pleasurable turn and from now on life at school would be easier.

I again sat at the leather chair and took time to look at the computer. When I sat down and made myself comfortable, Barnes came up and took my dick. He was clearly craving on my cock and took it without being told to. I looked down into that bitch principal grinning: "Damn you are a quick learner. I can see that from now on we will have pleasurable times together. Especially I think that you will be fed very much cum from now on." I just laughed and kept on doing what I had before as Barnes was engulfing my cock and taking it big time. I saw that on the inner system was a notebook the principal was having on some students that the other teachers saw and they commented together on. I clicked on my file and saw that he looked at me as a troublesome young boy that had to be dealt with and taken care of at once. I laughed out loud and looked down at my latest cock sucker that was busy pleasuring me and was damn eager on his mission. This cock sucker had lost power over me and was now nothing but a cum bucket. He had fallen on the dick of a student he regarded as a problem.

What a triumph I thought as I looked down on Barnes who was becoming more and more the perfect cock sucker. He was out of it -- craving on my cock and completely under the spell of it. He was totally gone in lust as he licked the dick like a lollipop. I couldn't resist and taunted him: "I am reading your file on me bitch. I fucking know who is being taken care of. You are now licking the dick of that troublesome boy and I think you fell off guard real bad bitch. In return I am filling your mouth of a troublesome boy's sperm. It will be my way of saying you failed controlling me but became my property. I'm sure glad that this new relationship has been marked on your body. Take it bitch. I'm cumming!!" I filled him up at the same moment I turned again to the computer and saw that he had also wrote on me these words in the system: "Phil Howard should be taught discipline and to take orders from the teachers. His report shows that he lacks control."

I became hysterical with laughter. This was as poignant as the situation was. Now he himself was under my control and from now on he would do nothing to lecture me. Those days were certainly over. I had taken Barnes completely and nothing was left of him but being my bitch. I had him by the balls -- after all, at this very moment he was being spermed by me and he licked my dick like a pro. Sure as hell, his days as a dominant figure had ended. I wrote on the inner system: "I will handle Mr. Howard from now on. He needs no lectures. He will from now on come to my office everyday at 1500 and stay there for as long time as necessary. I think it is best that I will take care of his needs and talk to him. I have come to know the boy very well and I think it is best if I keep guard on his situation and try to solve it the next few weeks. Regards, Mr. Barnes." My mission was after all to get to the system to provide a strategy to be at his office everyday by "his" request. That was accomplished. But I will use it more and more from now on I thought.

Barnes was eagerly licking my crown at the same time as I sent this message to all my teachers. It was fucking rad. Barnes was like a small boy. He couldn't let go of my dick and was in love. Damn, it will be nice having him licking me every day from now on. But this was good for now. I think this day of taking charge of Sam Barnes life is enough both for me and him. He will need some days now to melt this new turn of events. I took my dick out of his mouth but he just stared at it craving for it in lust. He stared up into my eyes pleading for more. I said to him: "Hey bitch this is good for the day but I will be coming next on Monday to take care of you more. Damn we will have pleasure ahead of us in your office. You will get more on Monday. Then it is on with the show." I grinned to his pitiful expression this moment. I then called out loud with determination: "Hey fag shit where are my boxers and biker pants? I need them pronto. Go look for them NOW!! He went looking for them. I laughed out loud. He was like a putty in my hands.

He fumbled looking for my clothes and after a while came with it. I took my biker pants but he held onto the colorful boxers and looked at it very much. He sniffed it and was staring onto it. I smiled and dragged him on to my crotch: "If you want to sniff just go ahead and do it bitch". I was grinning over how things were now. Barnes was mine and from now on this would be pleasure taking him on and dominating him. I took the boxers and put them on. Then I put on my t-shirt and biker pants. Barnes was stunned and speechless at my feet staring up into my eye. He didn't know what to do. I had to leave because I was going to my next assignment in less than 30 minutes as planned before. I was packed and about to leave. I had to look down into the helpless face of Sam Barnes, my cock sucker. "From now on Barnes you are a piece of ass and a head to me - nothing more. I will from now on make you mine and this was a wonderful beginning."

I said to him: "Hey Barnes, go clean up the cum stains on the carpet and by the leather chair back there. You don't want the ladies that clean this office to find cum stains in the principal's office, do you?" I laughed out loud and was over the moon. Barnes face was just white. He just stared at my crotch and then in my face. I said with dominant look: "I have to go bitch but we will meet here at 1500 on Monday. Then we will keep on the fun. Then we can take this all over again in smaller doses. Just be prepared for my kind of lectures, right Barnes?" I looked at my watch and saw that the time was 18:25. I had been there for over two whole hours but it seemed a lot longer. I had to be at other place before 1900 so I thought this was good for the day. "OK I am heading out. We will see each other on Monday. This day was a beginning for us and your mine now. Don't forget it. I took my back pack and headed off and smiled to Barnes as left his office.

I went to the school gym and wanted to get a good shower before what was next. I felt like the king of the world after going through the day in my mind under the streaming water in the hot and fresh shower. I got dressed, put on another pair of boxers and put the dirty one in the back pack. The time was 18:35 and I had still enough time. The thing is I talked today in between sessions to one of my friends, Joe Wilson. We had been friends since I moved into his neighborhood when I was seven. We instantly became friends. We have been very close all the nine years since then. Joe has an older brother and sister. His sister, Thelma, was 22 and had moved away and was at college in Texas. His brother, Michael, was 20 and has been ever since I remember lived for sports in all kinds, mostly football. He is now the star of the town's football team and is now the idol of every kid in town. He is also every girl's dream. His is very pleased with himself and is very arrogant and determined guy.

Most of you are probably thinking about why I am mentioning this now when I am getting dressed after a shower in the school gym I fucked Sam Barnes in this Friday afternoon? Well Joe had told me that afternoon that he and his parents were going to Texas for the weekend to meet Thelma and her boyfriend -- they are expecting their first child. Joe told one significant thing. Mike (a blonde football god) would stay at home while they are in Texas and would be home after football practice at 18:50. I talked around the subject to Joe. He has always been a talker and he told me most of it. I thought to myself that now was a perfect time to meet football god Mike Wilson alone and talk some sense into him. As the time came for walking from the school to the Wilson house, I finished getting dressed. I opened my drawer and took out things I would like to have with me. They would surely come in handy on a great night at the Wilson home. I thought to myself that tonight will be the perfect evening.

It was getting darker now at 18:45 when I started the short (ten minute) walk. I thought about today and my victory over Sam Barnes and meanwhile thought about possible victories ahead. I had come to realize that I could get to conquer anyone I would want to become inferior to me. Mike Wilson had ever since I first met him nine years ago disliked that I was Joe's friend. He thought that a skinny and nerdy kid like me was not good enough friend to his dark hair handsome brother. He had always blamed me for Joe not entering sports because we were both movie fans and I had taught him to enjoy movies and indoor hobbies and he had no interest in sport what so ever. He thought he became the nerd type because of my influence. It is understatement to say that Mike hated me. He was not pleased with me and Joe becoming friends and took on the same hobbies and stuff. Most often when we met he called me Twerp and Skinny. I absolutely hated it and had just about had enough of it.

At 18:55 I came to Lane Road. It was a very pleasant street. The one only perfect American families live by I thought -- families that share the American dream. It was a good neighborhood. Suddenly I was at 24 Lane Road. Lights were on inside and Mike Wilson's car was outside. He was at home and now I was about to put into action my plan for the evening. I got hard thinking about my strategy that I had thought about and made on just the last hour before I met Barnes and after I talked to Joe at school. He and his family headed to Texas at 1700 and were long gone by now. The Wilson family car was of course not at home so I had the house to myself. I did not know whether my plan would work but I thought to myself that Mike Wilson was just like any other guy although a sport stud and football god. Now was the time to make things happen. The time was ticking to 1900 and I made my last steps at the door and as I walked up the steps to the big and elegant family home I had come to about thousand times I knew that this visit was not a ordinary one. I got at the door and pressed the doorbell.

After a few seconds waiting Mike Wilson came to the door. He became very pissed when he noticed me at the door. I said before he could talk: "Hi Mike is Joe home?"

He gave me that arrogant look and said: "Twerp! Joe isn’t home. He and mom and dad went to Texas to visit Thelma and Don for the weekend. They will be at home on Monday. So don't waste your breath on meeting him on this weekend. Would you mind Twerp, I was just watching TV and want to...."

Before Mike could end his sentence I said with sad look: "Oh Mike that's too bad. I have to talk to someone right now and get some man advice on a very important thing. I wanted to talk to Joe so I don't know what to do about it."

Mike saw that I was very saddened and started to melt: "Wow Twerp, are you just realizing now that you need a man's advice on things? It's about time. But I don't know any MAN that can help a complete case like you. You're the perfect nerd and have absolutely nothing manly about your character. Were you planning on talking about Joe on manly things? You two always talk about non manly things".

Mike just talked and talked, full of his damn ego. I had got him started. I broke his talking by saying: "I just need some real man to talk to. I can't talk about my problem to anyone. This is a little private matter and I need someone with the skills to talk like a man". I knew I had got him by this, taking on how manly he was. I kept on: "I can see that I can't talk to anyone here with Joe not around."

Mike then said: "Well if you need advice you can talk to me Twerp. I don't know nothing manly about your character. Where are you going to begin?" He laughed at me and then said: "OK you come on in and talk to me about things. I am not Joe, all nerdy and innocent but you can talk to me Skinny if you need some guy advice."

I then said: "OK, maybe it's the best. I don't know if I can trust you but we can talk maybe. Can I come in Mike?"

He answered: "Yeah you can if you want Twerp. I am alone at home and we can talk I think. But remember, I’m not Oprah. So if you need that kind of advice, Phil, back off, please. I am not about to help some basket case, you know."

Mike invited me in. I had reached step number one and was inside the Wilson home. It was the very first time that Mike Wilson and I were alone together. This was pretty special. I never thought that I would ever get that close to him, at least not at the family home. I had often come there when he and Joe were at home. Now we were completely alone. Mike closed the door and told me to go into the living room in the TV lounge. I sat down and put my back pack on the couch. Mike sat in the opposite couch: "OK Twerp what’s bothering you? I really don't know if I can help you but shoot so we can get this over with. I want to get on watching TV and I would really like to get you out as soon as possible because I am about to call my girlfriend so I can check if she wants to come over. I don't want to waste my evening on you, Skinny".

I made the move. "OK Mike sorry to bother you but I had to get an advice on something I bought few weeks ago." Mike answered with attitude: "Damn, Twerp, do you need advice about what you buy!! OK what kind of a case you are."

"Well Mike I've been using something, and I was just wondering if you would think it's OK to use it. I have tried it on and don't know if it's really my kind of machine."

Mike just stared at me and grinned to me: "OK Twerp what is it?" he asks still being Mr. I-am-a-fucking-sport-god!

I make a move for my back pack and open it and take the pump out of it. "It's this thing Mike".

He stared at it and saw after a few seconds what it was. "ha ha ha ha, are you, a skinny nerdy shithead, using cock pump to get your little thing up? Is that the whole problem? No wonder you wanted to talk to a case like my brother Joe about this. You are really on the bottom now Twerp using this shit to try to get your little stiffy around." He just laughed at my face. This was just what I expected from this arrogant asshole. He made a move at me laughing and called to me: "How is your little one handling this pumping shit. No wonder you are called the laughing stock of this neighborhood Twerp. You are one hell of a loser."

I had gotten enough and was about to take things in my own hand. "OK Mike, maybe it's for the best to show you my problem right here since you are talking about this."

Mike grinned and said: "OK Twerp be my guest and show me the little nerdy wiener. I have seen any small dicks at gym and school. I am used to seeing small dicks. Yours is no wonder from them you know!". I spread my legs and made a move at my baggy pants and took them down and was on my boxers in the couch. Mike was with his arrogant style all over when I shoved my boxers down to reveal my eight inches cock that was not even fully hard. At the time Mike was talking and talking about little cocks: "Twerp you don't have to be shy showing me off your little one. Just get it over with and then you can go home and jerk your little one after I have seen it. But you know Twerp that I......" Mike Wilson stopped talking when he looked at my direction. He froze the very minute he looked at my crotch and stumbled on the words clearly shocked: "Tw... Phil what has happened. Is that your cock. Well I mean you are hung no I mean you're uhmm...."

For the first time of Mike Wilson's life he was clearly really stunned. He was speechless on the very minute and just stared at the dick of his brother's sixteen year old best friend. He was four years my senior and he thought while he watched that probably he didn't know whether he or I had
the larger penis in the Wilson home this very minute. He lost his macho tempo and just stared at my crotch. For the first time of my life I felt that Mike Wilson had no defense against me. The big football god became stunned and lost his big set of words. Finally he looked up to my face very shaken and lost on this moment of seeing my inches face to face in the Wilson family living room: "Phil this can't be true. Is that your dick? I don't understand. Are you saying me that the pump made you big as this or what happened? Guide me on this please". Finally Mike stopped talking and got down to earth in the conversation. I felt the upper hand in this conversation now and things were just getting nasty for the football god here. He looked down and at my face in between and was really thinking about how this could be true.

I know that Mike thinks it is a full hard-on, even though it's not really straight or very stiff. He doesn't really want to look on this sixteen year old cock but has no control of how it goes. Straight macho guys are so funny the way they don't want to admit that they want to look at a cock. But my bulge is of that caliber that he just has to notice and come to terms of the size. He tries to regain his attitude but he can't really take his eyes off my pride and joy. So he checks me out again. I was getting bigger by the minute and Mike was getting to see that my size was not fully on. He is really stunned and has lost his drive watching my dick. He tries to look at my face but ends up looking again down. I broke the silence: "Yeah Mike I started using it few weeks ago and now it has ended like this. My dick is very big and it gets bigger when I get hard."

Mike looked up with a look I haven't seen before and stammered: "D-D-Do you g-g-get bigger than that, Phil?" The damn Twerp talk had finally ended. I had gotten to him as I clearly saw by his attitude and was about to take him on.

"Yeah Mike I get bigger than that almost all the time, most often at the mornings. Then it sometimes goes to 10-12 inches long."

Mike looked to me in horror: "W-W-What did you j-j-just say, Phil". I repeated. Mike was stunned and had clear difficulty regaining himself as he knew that I was much bigger than him when I was hard. The very same minute he started to become very unstable and lost his big shit attitude real fast. Even as he watched my dick he saw it become bigger every second. He could not handle that he was staring at my crotch. I saw that this strategy would end up much faster than I thought before and that I was in for a happy night at the Wilson home. I saw that the defenses of the high and mighty sport god were falling down real fast. I hadn't expected that he would become unstable so fast. He clearly saw that my dick was bigger than his and was about to lose control. As you know I get a big kick out of watching guys watch my huge cock grow. There was something very good about the feeling I had with stunned and staring Mike Wilson in front of me.

It's very obvious that Mike is turned on and can't take his eyes off my pride and joy. I then act stupid and say while smiling underneath: "Well Mike what can I do about this?" Mike looked me in the eye clearly shaken and lost for words.

"Phil you can't do anything about this kind of cock. It's no turning back. How long has this been going on?" Big Mike is just falling apart and stammering just like a small boy watching this enormous dick in front of him.

"Well Mike this has been going on for six months really. I just wanted your opinion on it. Is it smaller than yours or how can you compare?" I look into his face and he just stammers that he has a big cock and is proud of it. He barely can end the sentence.

Then he said: "I just didn't know that you had something like this. I think you should not use the pump any more. This is not good for your cock." He's pretty embarrassed. He never thought that he would be talking about cock to Phil Howard on this Friday evening home alone. He was stunned.

He couldn't help but to look down again. He had a real hard time ignoring this cock in front of him. He is about to lose it and has lost his macho words and cover as an arrogant I-know-everything-better-than-you type. I was about to take things my way and make the next 10 hours a night to remember for football jock Mike Wilson. It's not anywhere near full size yet, but I know he thinks it has to be totally erect. After all, it's already biggest thing he's ever seen in the cock department on his whole life. He just stares at it with his mouth open and clearly on the verge of losing grip on things. And, I can see my size is making him tent out his own Levi's. I can feel the heat rising in this room. Mike has lost his vocabulary and just stares at a crotch to die for. I am now a rock solid 10 inches and am almost all the way for my best friend's brother right here. I know that the situation is making arrogant Mike Wilson's balls go on fire, because I see his bulge stiffen up. He realizes now that things are getting out of hand and that he is losing control fast. Suddenly he covers his crotch with a pillow on the couch and tries to gain some kind of control.

"Mike why are you so quiet all of a sudden? Why are you covering your crotch?" I ask in amazement to act more stupid than I am. Mike Wilson is speechless and has lost much of his thick shell he covers himself with and has done for the past fifteen years. He's afraid at the moment and tries desperately to make his dick go down. He has no chance now -- he can't control things from now on in this situation. I can see why he’s crashed. He has thought that chicks, pussy, and ladies’ asses turned him on, and this has taken him off guard. Now he was sitting in his own home in front of the sixteen year old best friend of his younger brother, a guy he has hated for years and talked down to all the time, and is craving for his cock and staring at it. I have in 30 minutes taught him a lesson: a piece of male meat can take a man and make him succumb! He tried to talk but was lost. He knew that I had seen his stiff outline by his cock and that he was craving for its size. Mike knew full to well that things were on the way of getting out of hand and didn't have a weapon to handle it.

I was pleased with the progress. The clock was only 19:35 and in half an hour, I had taken Mike Wilson on and made him speechless. Now was the time to take what I thought was mine on that Friday evening in the Wilson home. I'm liking just sitting there in the living room of the Wilson house opposite a panicked and defenseless Mike Wilson. I pretend nothing is happening while football god Mike Wilson is staring at my shaft, hooked, and trying to hide his own hard-on. Finally he gives in -- his hand goes under the pillow. He is jerking off under the pillow quite visibly. I have succeeded with my plan and now it is getting this shithead to go fully down! I think enough is enough and cut the crap. "Mike, are you craving for my cock? I just have to wonder. You stare at my cock and have your hand on your cock under the pillow. Are you falling for my cock, Mike?". Mike is stunned and loses his tempo and tries to defend himself.

He looks up very afraid and tries to plead with me: "Phil, I'm not a fag. I like girls, but your cock is just sooooo big". He falls and admits he can't help it. His cover has fallen down and one piece of football god is defenseless right now.

I grinned to him when he falls and admitted it finally. I told him: "I see that you have fallen for my prick. It is quite obvious Mike that you like it. What can you do about that! I think you should pay respect to it!" Mike loses the act and takes the pillow and jerks off. It's an enormous victory watching the twenty year old football god jerking off in front of me and looking at my cock at the same time. Now it was time to claim what was mine this Friday evening at the Wilson's. I was on the verge of claiming high and mighty Mike Wilson -- in a moment he would be mine and fall down to me like a small boy craving for the biggest dick he had ever seen. His macho act had gone and at the moment he didn't remind me at all of the arrogant guy I had seen in all the years I've known Joe. I was getting harder at the thought that soon I could control Mike Wilson completely. I saw that my victory was just about to become reality. "I would like it if you could come a little closer Mike. I want to have you up close to my dick." Suddenly Mike got scared and fumbled on the couch. He stood up and looked me down.

"Mike, get down on your knees and pay respect to my cock. I think you should now. We are just the two of us here and I think you should take what you want." I said it with determination. The macho football god was about to go down. I saw that it was now only a matter of seconds. He's too horny by now to stop. A 10-inch monster-shaft stretching is about to break him completely. He licked his lips and was white as chalk in his face. Mike Wilson was tanned sport stud but at the moment his ego had gone away. All he could see now was a sixteen year old cock of Phil Howard, his brother's best friend. He seemed to have forgotten in one moment what had went on between them during the years. All he could see was a cock, the biggest one he had seen. He hadn't on his entire sport career seen a larger cock and he had seen many dudes nude in shower and was a guy that knew what cock was. I saw that moment that Mike was falling. His whole personality was gone and now he was just in his world. He could only see my cock. And I sure as hell was glad how things were turning.

At 19:45 Mike Wilson fell down on his knees in front of me. He was just staring. I took matters in my hand. Now I would claim control of Mike Wilson and make him mine this evening. "Mike, have you called anyone since you came home from practice or made plans on tonight." Mike fumbled and said: "No I've got nothing on. I was just got home and was watching sports. I was just about to order some food and hang out with my girl." He said these words completely staring at my cock up close. He was changed and his whole scene was different. I decided to push him: "Go ahead stud and order yourself a large cock down your mouth. I think you've earned to try something new. I will not tell anyone about our evening and I think it's about time that our relationship changes. After all, I have wanted to take you on for years. Now is the time to let you take a real cock and to try something new. I bet you, arrogant shithead, have never seen anything as big as this and why not let everything at ease and try it. After all, it's so big, Mike. Go ahead and take that cock in your mouth."

Mike Wilson seemed to me like a zombie now. Nothing was left of his arrogant personality that had greeted me here almost an hour ago. I kept on taking him: "I've wanted to take you on since I was twelve and I saw you win your first big title. You were always like a god to me. But you always treated me like shit and talked to me like some sort of fool. I think it's about time somebody teaches you that you are not the ruler of this world. But I am not leaving here until I have marked you and it's about time now. Take this cock -- let's order yourself a meal from me." I decided to move the cock in my hands. Mike followed it eagerly and was completely under its spell. The clock was exactly 19:56 in the Wilson family living room when Mike Wilson gave in to my inches. On that very minute he made a move for my cock, but I took it away. He got the picture and looked into my eye pleading. He had always been a very aggressive type and was used to getting what he wanted from his parents and had bossed Joe around for years. Now it was time to let him know that all in this world is not for free. Sometimes you have to pay dearly.

I was determined to tease this arrogant sport stud and make him crave like he never had before. He was on the verge of losing it this very minute -- exactly an hour after he had let me in and I started this mission to take him on to being my suck slave. I said to him: "Beg for my cock you asshole. You ain't getting any until you show me that you want it real bad. Now you have to give me the words of wanting a cock." Mike Wilson gave in and was going nuts waiting for what he wanted: "I want your cock. I've never seen anything like it. This is the biggest one I've seen all my life. I want to try it!" He gave in and even pleaded. His mind was at the moment getting high watching little Phil's cock and wanted it regardless what went next. Probably he didn't see it through that this would lead to being a conquest. He probably thought this would one time and not matter and didn't even matter that the cock belonged to Phil Howard, the skinny friend of his brother. He didn't even think it through. He was just in lust over this cock. He lost it and called: "I want this NOW and I am used to having what I want. So please give this to me, Phil, now".

I wasn't going to let this arrogant tanned asshole get it yet. So I said straight to his face: "Wilson do you want my cum also? You know that in the package is the whole treatment. It's not giving or taking one thing. Though you have a smaller cock than me nothing in this world is free shithead. You have to pay respect to me from now on and realize things are different."

Mike pleaded: "I want your cock -- I've never seen anything like it." His eyes are really bulging, and he keeps licking his lips and swallowing fast. And he keeps jerking real fast. Mike Wilson was on his knees masturbating and craving for my dick. I sure do like this scene. In one hour I have taken that big sport stud I had thought I could never take on. I had only thought about it today since I heard he would be alone the whole weekend at his house. I then wanted so bad to make him mine and get another high and mighty suck slave to service me. He is craving. After all he knows things matters by size. He's sport stud and I'm just sixteen year old skinny boy. But I'm the one with the 10 inches. So he belongs to me. Life really is that simple. :)

Wilson went crazy in his lust over the inches. He jerks off big time just staring at my pole straight at his face by now. He leans in looks up to my eyes pleading. He's in lust and I can see in his eyes that he wants to take this cock real bad. I taunt him: "Hey Mikey do you want to order a big cock. Go ahead and plead again to me like before. I was enjoying this scene at the Wilson house. The arrogant son of a bitch was down on his knees waiting to be taken and pleading me to do it. It went even better than I could expect." He tries to grab it -- he's determined that shithead I thought to myself. "Hey not so fast sport stud. Look me in the eye and say please Phil, give me a load." He repeated after me. He was gone and I smelled victory watching into the face of the guy that just before called me Twerp for the last time. I decided enough was enough. "OK Twerp get busy licking cock -- it's about time you take a cock and take on your new role in our relationship. I've waited for this for years! Get to work, smartass!". He didn't wait. He looked me in the eye. The tables had turned and now he was the Twerp. I was determined to take this asshole and make him mine tonight.

He took my cock eagerly and got busy sucking. This was a scene that amazed me. When I laid down plan for the evening I thought it would take at least two hours to get Mike Wilson down on his knees taking my cock. It took an hour -- would have been less if I hadn't messed with him and teased his arrogant ass off. Talking about ass. Soon he would be getting a large stick up his virgin ass. Damn I nearly got off thinking about what was ahead all weekend for me and Mike Wilson. Yeah you heard me right. I had told my mother and father today that I would be going away to Texas on a journey with Mr. and Mrs. Wilson and Joe of course. They just agreed over the phone today just like that. After all what is a weekend? Nothing. This meant I got the whole weekend empty. I was determined to spend the weekend with a guy that had probably planned to keep in form by running after a stupid football and watch some TV at home and bang a girl he was seeing. That arrogant son of a bitch would be occupied all weekend long. I would see to that from now on.

Mike Wilson was busy taking my cock in his mouth. He licked it and was lost in his lust. He opened his eyes all of a sudden and looked me in the eye. He was just like a zombie. Glad that was exactly where I wanted him while he's servicing me. He sucks hard. He sucks as hard as he can. When he manages to get my whole head, and a little more, into his mouth, he gets his lips down underneath the ridge. I have to say, it feels damn good. He is on full speed taking my cock. I get down on him and reach for his cock. I twist his balls and churn them. Wilson screams in pain. I take his face up to mine. "Go strip asshole. I want to see you naked." He reaches up and starts to take his clothes off. He has just gotten home from practice when I took him. Suddenly Mike Wilson is stark naked. I order him to go down and take my cock again. I see now his cock for the first time. He is really hard and is at 7-8 inches at its best. That arrogant asshole is way smaller than me. No wonder he fell down like a flash. He resumes licking me.

Now I want to throat this sport stud. I ram my cock to his throat. I am determined to take his virgin throat. He immediately starts to gag and choke. "Come on, Mikey, I want to go all the way down your throat. Come on be a man and take it. Don't be a pussy crying your heart out." Sport stud Mike Wilson was not handling to be throated. He was feeling pain like he never had felt and was starting to sway under the pain he was feeling. He pleaded with me by his eyes to go soft on him. "Oh come on Twerpy Wilson take it like a man -- don't start to cry like a pussy. I thought you were tougher than that after all of your fucking years kicking some stupid football on some grass lawn." He had terror in his eyes now and was feeling the most pain of his life and it was Phil Howard that was teaching him a lesson or two of enslavement while being serviced. I decided to ram him real good. I took his head and fucked his face without mercy. He was being face fucked in record speed. Mike Wilson was just going through the most torture of his life.

My cum broke free. Now it was the assignment of tough boy Mike Wilson to take my cum. I rammed him without mercy and fed him copious amounts of my fresh teenage cum. I held his head steady and pumped with all the power I had. He had a hard time taking this all. He was very busy swallowing my cream - gagging like hell. Damn it was pure ecstasy watching Mike Wilson taking my cock and cum down his throat. His face didn't remind me at the time of the sport stud of the town that was the high and mighty guy at the Wilson home. It sure was fun getting him alone at his home and feeding him right here in the family's living room.

This was just a start of something new in his life and I sure as hell was about to spend my weekend teaching him to submit to Phil Howard. I looked him in the eye as I fed him. There was a strange look in Mikey's face on the time of pure defeat. He had always been the strong one and kept his wild look and his dominant figure. But now those days had been brought to an end. After all Mike Wilson was my underdog now. As simple as that. He looked to me pleading for mercy and was afraid as hell - he saw me now as a dominant figure that had him completely. Fear was all over his face.

Things were heating up at the Wilson's at 24 Lane Road and an excellent weekend was ahead I thought as I continued to feed Mike Wilson fresh teenage cum. That blonde football god was mine now - ahead was the final stages of totally breaking him in and making him my sex slave. Pleasure was ahead. I was in for quite a ride. ;)