


                                          MY LITTLE DICK


                                               by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011



Part 1

The other boys in my class at school always sniggered at me when
we had to go into the showers after a gym lesson. They laughed
and pointed and I always felt miserable when they made fun of me.
In my class, the boys were mostly 12, although a couple of them
were 13.

When I looked around in the showers, I saw all their dicks and I
was envious of their sizes. My own little dick was 1" long but it
increased in length to 2" when I played with it in bed at nights.
The boys in my class had much longer and thicker dicks than me
and the fact that most had some hair around their genitals, even
if only a little, just confirmed that they were more masculine
than I was.

Sometimes, when I looked in the mirror, my childish feminine face
looked back at me and I began to feel that I would stay this way
forever. I wore my hair longer than the other boys and they
teased me mercilessly about it, calling me nasty names and saying
how much like a girl I looked. The odd thing was though that out
on the street, men would look at me kind of strangely but never
with a sneering expression, unlike the boys in my class. I
couldn't fathom why they looked at me at all; after all, I was
insignificant in the world of masculinity.

There was to be a change in my life though and that was brought
about by a boy at school whom I worshipped. He was called Mike
Connor and he was more handsome than anyone I knew. At 15 years
old, he was adored by all the girls and they would try their best
to get him to notice them. They hung around him and I have to
admit that I hung around him too, every chance I got. He was nice
to all the girls and when he wanted to free himself from their
attentions, he did it in a way so that none of them felt
rejected.

He was 5'10" and built solidly, his arm and thigh muscles
rippling as he moved in his gym shorts. His legs were hairy as
were his fore-arms and he was often the subject of my fantasies
when alone in my bed at night. I would play with my hard 2" dick
and fantasise about how he would look naked and when my good
feeling came, I imagined him cuddling me as I shook with the
orgasm I had induced.

One day after school, Mike was standing by the phone-box around
the corner from the school and when I approached, he asked if I
had any change. I managed to find a couple of coins and handed
them over, and when I did, he smiled broadly at me and suddenly I
was on cloud nine. I waited as he called his father and when he
came out of the phone box, he asked where I lived. When I told
him, he said his dad would give me a lift home and the money back
that I had given him. I blushed beet-red and said it was OK about
the money but I secretly wanted to be with him in his dad's car.

While waiting for his dad to arrive, he asked me my name and I
responded shyly, "John."

He asked who were my friends and when I said that I didn't have
any, he grinned and said, "You've got me as a friend if you
want." My heart soared and I wanted to hug him but I didn't dare
to; he would have probably called me names like the boys in my
class. He kept smiling as he talked and I was so busy watching
his mouth moving that I was taking no notice at all of what he
was actually saying.

My mind snapped back suddenly to what he was saying and I thought
that I had misheard him. "What?" I said.

"I said do you like girls or boys best?" he repeated and I
blushed, unable to answer him. "Girls are a pain sometimes," he
went on. "It's much easier getting on with boys, isn't it?" and I
nodded agreement although I was thinking about the cruelty of my
class-mates.

He was full of confidence in a way that I wasn't and as we
chatted, I found little to say. I was in awe of him and the fact
that he even wanted to speak to me at all made me feel grateful.

"I like your hair," he said. "I wish my dad would let me grow
mine as long as yours."

I blushed again, feeling the heat in my face, and when he said,
"I think you look good," my blushing became even more obvious. I
looked away and he asked, "Have I upset you?"

"No," I said, turning my face to look at him. "It's just...
that... the boys in my class..." and then I couldn't continue.

"What about them?" he asked and his voice suddenly became harder.
"Are they saying or doing things to you? Tell me, John."

I was almost in tears as I explained, "They keep making fun of
my... you know... it's only small."

He looked around and then pulled me into a space behind the
phone-box, in the bushes.

"Tell me who's doing it, John. I hate bullies." His tone was
angry then and he pulled me to him when he saw I was going to
burst into tears and he held me.

It was too late. I started sobbing like a girl and I felt so
ashamed. He was a foot taller than me and my head was against his
chest as he held me. Both his arms were around me and he was
trying to calm me by whispering, "It's alright, John. Shush now.
Don't get upset." One hand went up and began to stroke my hair
and he started to kiss the top of my head in an effort to comfort
me.

He was calming me in one way but my body was reacting in quite
the opposite way. My dick was hardening against him and I tried
to pull away from him so that he wouldn't know of my arousal but
he held me tighter, still kissing my head to stop my tears.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed, looking up into his face and then he
kissed my cheek.

"There, John, it's alright," he whispered. "You're safe now."

My arms were around his waist and he held me so close that I
swear I could feel the bulge of his cock against my belly. I
started to feel ashamed again as I realised that his cock must be
massive inside his pants. My little stiffy was nothing compared
to his and then I realised that he was much older than me and of
course he would be bigger.

It must have been in his consciousness too because he asked
gently, "Does the size of your dick really bother you?" and when
I nodded, he said, "It shouldn't, John. It will grow. You're only
12 so you have ages to go yet."

He smiled at me again and I felt my tears begin to recede but I
held onto him still and he seemed to want to keep comforting me.

"My dick was small too when I was 12. You should see how it's
grown," and then he suddenly realised what he had said. "I
mean..." and I saw for the first time awkwardness appear on his
face. "I didn't mean..." and his face flushed.

Upset though I was, I wanted to see it. "Can I, Mike? Can I see
it?" I was trembling as I asked, waiting for him to be annoyed or
to push me away but he didn't. He considered for a few seconds
and then said earnestly, "OK but you can't tell anybody, John.
Agreed?" and I nodded.

He stepped back from me, pulled down his zip and loosened his
pants at the waist. He took my hand and put it inside his pants.
My hand shook as my fingers touched the long thick cock that
stood erect inside his underpants, tenting them out obscenely. I
felt the long shaft, stroking it up and down and marvelling at
the size of the monster.

Mike shuddered as my fingers played along the bulge in the fabric
which hid his cock and he sighed audibly. When he took his pants
and underwear into both hands and pulled them down, I stifled a
cry as his beautiful big organ was revealed.

It was more than 5" of thick cock and I could not tear my eyes
away from it. Even though it was erect, almost an inch of loose
foreskin was gathered beyond the large knob and my shaking hand
reached out to grasp his shaft. It was so hard and hot, so silky
to my touch, and when I moved my hand gently back and forth, the
foreskin slid easily so that his large dark red knob was
revealed. I could feel his heartbeat as the monster pulsed
rhythmically in the palm of my hand and I knew at once that I
wanted more.

Mike whispered to me then. "Take your pants down, John. I want to
touch you," and I did so immediately, forgetting for the minute
the shame I felt about my tiny dick. When my pants and undies
were around my ankles, Mike's hand cupped my dick and balls and
he whispered, "It's beautiful, John. Really nice."

My anxiety gone about what he would think of my little pick, I
brought my hand to his cock and I began to move his foreskin back
and forth again in a wanking motion. His fingers were playing
with my little stiffy and when he fondled my tiny balls, I felt
as I had never felt before. No boy had ever touched me until now
and the fact that it was Mike doing it to me was all I could have
ever hoped for.

"Can I suck it, John?" he asked and I was stunned. A boy such as
Mike wanted to suck my tiny cock? While I was reeling from the
shock, he knelt down before me and took my little shaft between
his lips. His breath was hot against my groin and the exquisite
feeling I experienced just then made me weak and I almost fell.

His tongue played around my little knob and my hands went to each
side of his head. This almost-man was tonguing my dick and making
me have the most exciting feelings of my entire brief life and
when he slid his lips down the whole 2" of my shaft, I knew
straight away that I loved him. As his fingers came between my
legs to play with my little balls, I move my legs further apart
to make it easier and when he moved his hand further between my
legs and touched my bum-hole, I nearly went wild. He was pushing
against the hole, trying to get a finger up my bottom. I was
becoming dizzy because of all the hot feelings that he was giving
me and I wondered briefly if it was all a dream.

He moved his head back and forth, sucking and licking as he did
it, and while he licked the underside of my dick, he managed to
penetrate my bottom with a finger. When I felt my bum-hole give
way and his finger entered, I almost cried out. He pushed it deep
inside and when he got to a certain point, I felt my dick jolt
inside his mouth. What was he doing to me? What was happening
inside me that made my dick pulse?

His finger moved up and down inside me and he kept touching that
same spot. I was feeling weird but in a good way, a very good
way. My breathing began to quicken and I felt that something was
going to happen but I didn't what it would be. Then I did. I was
going to cum. I could only make thin clear liquid when I came in
my bed at home and I suddenly became afraid that I would do
something to disgrace myself in front of Mike. That clear stuff
would go into Mike's mouth! Oh God! No! Don't let it happen!

I couldn't help it. I was so far gone that I couldn't help
myself. I groaned as I got the feeling and my dick jerked in his
mouth. I was cumming and I couldn't stop it! Mike sucked greedily
just then and held my bottom so that I would not pull away and it
was then that I realised that he wanted me to cum in his mouth,
that he wanted my little cum-juice. My dick pulsed several times
and then it stopped. Why did he do it? He must have known that I
couldn't stop cumming in his mouth.

As my dick softened in his mouth, he pulled his finger from my
bottom and he began to lick my little dick clean. He looked up at
me and I half-expected that he might be mad but he smiled, licked
his lips and whispered, "That tasted nice, John."

I didn't know what to say. What DO you say to a wonderfully
handsome boy who has just given you the most pleasurable five
minutes of your life?

When he stood, I saw the monster between his legs and I wanted to
touch it again. My hand grasped the thick shaft and I began to
wank him, this time in earnest. His long foreskin moved along the
length of his stiff cock and I loved watching his big knob appear
and then disappear. A clear liquid oozed from his pee-slit and it
was then that it clicked. This was the same stuff that I produced
when I had my orgasm so I figured that if he could take my stuff
in his mouth, I could take his and so I knelt before him and
touched the tip of my tongue to his knob.

The stuff was salty and not at all unpleasant and each time I
brought his foreskin forward, the tip of my tongue was covered
with his loose skin. It felt weird but exciting. His hands went
to each side of my head and he held me gently in place as I
licked around his big knob. It was so big that I thought maybe I
couldn't get it into my mouth but I found that when I opened my
mouth wide, there was enough room to take it in.

My mouth was full once the knob was inside and I knew it would be
impossible to take any of his long shaft so I sucked on his knob,
hoping that perhaps he would forgive me for not taking his whole
5" into my mouth. I used my tongue to lick the underside of his
knob, to lick that bit which was most sensitive just underneath
the head.

When I looked up to see if what I was doing was pleasing him, he
was looking down at me and smiled. "It feels great, John," he
whispered and I swelled with pride and continued to lick and suck
him.

He had a thatch of dark pubic hair and when I moved my hand down
to feel his balls, I found his ball-sac covered with hair too.
His balls felt large in my hand and were heavy as I hefted each
one and moved them around in their bag. Here was a man, a real
man and I was the luckiest boy on God's earth to be able to
please him.

Twenty seconds later, I sensed that something was happening when
I felt his big knob suddenly expand. He groaned and held my head
tightly and I felt something warm and creamy begin to fill my
mouth.

'He's cumming! He's cumming in my mouth!' My thoughts made me
panic and I tried to pull away from him, to take his cock out of
my mouth, but he held me there firmly. I could feel his hot spunk
gathering at the entrance to my throat and my airway was cut off.
'I'm going to die!' was my next thought and I swallowed then and
suddenly my airway was open again.

His knob jerked over and over and I swallowed again when I felt
his spunk pooling again at the back of my throat. Suddenly,
instead of trying to escape, I found myself clutching his
buttocks, my finger-nails almost puncturing his flesh as he
filled me with his love-juice. His hands released their grip on
my head and then he was stroking my hair and his fingers began to
play with my ears.

I stayed there, on my knees, and enjoyed the taste and feel of
his cock in my mouth. The jerking had stopped and my tongue now
licked the pee-slit which had delivered so much of his love-juice
into my willing mouth. There must have been more drops of his
salty spunk oozing from his cock because I'm sure I tasted it on
my tongue.

When I looked up into his eyes, he was already watching me and
when he whispered, "I love you, John," I melted. This boy, this
man, loved me and I was sure I would never feel like this again.

I pulled him towards me and suddenly I choked as his cock hit the
back of my throat. He pulled back, brought me to my feet and
suddenly his lips were on mine and his tongue was forcing its way
between my lips and into my mouth. My arms went around his neck
and I was kissing him back, sucking on his tongue. Then I felt
his tongue licking my teeth and gums and I realised that he was
tasting his own spunk which coated the inside of my mouth.

His arms were around me too, caressing my bare bottom, and then
he ran a finger between my buttocks and touched my bum-hole. It
was electric and I automatically pushed my bottom out further so
that he might push it inside me.

"We really have to go, boys," came a soft voice and we both
jumped. His father, leaning against the side of the phone-box,
had been watching us for at least 5 minutes.

I was red-faced as I came to my senses and tried to say
something, to make an excuse, to apologise. My stammering amused
Mike's father and now he could see my little dick, he said
softly, "I can see why Mike wanted you. You're really cute." It
was then that I saw the tent in his pants! I looked from there to
Mike and he grinned as he started to pull up his pants.

"Dad's cool, John. He likes cute boys too," and he grinned again.

As I pulled up my own pants, my trembling hands just wouldn't
work right and my fingers were totally unable to fasten my belt
or pull up my zip but Mike's dad was there and he sank to his
knees in an instant to help me. As his fingers worked on
fastening my pants, one hand moved round behind me and he fondled
my bottom.

I was embarrassed that we had been caught but I was beginning to
like the fingers which now caressed me and I didn't mind at all
that his other hand was now stroking the front of my pants and
making my dick go hard again. Then Mike took my face in his hands
and kissed me again as his father's hands became more familiar
with my body. When Mike's father stood again, he turned me to him
and his tongue went between my lips and he tasted too his son's
spunk in my mouth.

Without thinking about it, my arms went around his neck and I
kissed him back and then Mike was behind me, forcing his body
against me. I was in a sandwich, a man in front of me with his
stiff cock pressing into my belly and his son behind me, his cock
also beginning to harden again. They wanted me! They both wanted
me!

We cuddled for only a minute before Mike's father said, "We'd
better get out of here before somebody catches us," and we walked
to the end of the street to where the car was parked.

On the way home, Mike's dad watched in the interior mirror as his
son molested me on the back seat but it couldn't last long
because all too soon we were entering the street where I lived.
As I got out of the car, Mike's dad handed me a card and said,
"If you want to see me or Mike again, give us a call. We'd both
like to see YOU again, wouldn't we, Mike?" and they both grinned.

That night, in my bed, I went through the events that had begun
to change my life. My hero and his father both wanted me, I knew,
and the next time that the boys in my class teased me about my
little 1" dick, I would smile to myself and ignore them. How many
of them would have men who loved them like I had?

The picture in my head in bed that night as I masturbated was of
father and son making love to me and I concentrated on the image
of Mike's dad filling my mouth with hot spunk and, as I came, I
wondered how it would feel to have several inches of stiff cock
pushed up my bum.




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