


                                          MY LITTLE DICK


                                               by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011


Chapter 4

"Can I wear my shorts, Dad?" I asked loudly while we were getting
dressed to go to Mr. Connor's house.

"Sure, John," he shouted from his bedroom. "By the way, did you
wash behind your ears when you had your shower?" he asked and I
heard him laugh.

I wanted to look my best for Mike but I felt nervous about seeing
him again. How would he greet me? Would he shake hands or would
he kiss me like a girl? What would his father think? He had
already seen me kissing his son and hadn't minded but what if
Mike kissed me while my father was standing there? I'm only 12
and I'm behaving like a girl on her first date. Stop it! Just get
dressed. Don't think about it.

As Dad looked for the address he'd been given, I wondered about
Mike's dad again. He kissed me too when he arrived to pick us up
and I liked it. Did that mean I was cheating on Mike even though
he was standing there and watching me? Would he forgive me? What
if Dad knew what I'd done?

These thoughts magically disappeared when Dad turned into the
driveway of a big house. What's this? This can't be right, can
it? It's 3 times the size of our house. Suddenly I felt
intimidated but it was too late to turn tail and run because we
were pulling up in front of the impressive front door. Off to the
side of the house were a Volvo 4X4 and a big new Mercedes, silver
and shiny.

Dad didn't look too confident when he rang the bell but when Mike
answered the door, he smiled at Dad and said, "Hi, Mr. Carter.
I'm Mike. Come in," and, as Dad went in before me, Mike pulled me
to one side and whispered, "Does your dad know about us?" and I
nodded. "Was he mad?" he hissed and I shook my head. So we
followed Dad in to meet Mike's father.

Mr. Connor stood as we entered the spacious living room. "Come
in, Jack. I see you brought young John with you too. Good," and
he shook Dad's hand. "I'm Gordon, by the way. You boys go into
the kitchen and get yourself something to drink."

As we got Cokes from the fridge, Mike kissed me quickly on the
lips and put his hand between my legs. "I've missed you," he
whispered as he stroked the front of my shorts. "We'd better get
in there before they come looking for us," and he took his hand
away from my little willy and led us back into the living room.

Dad and Mr. Connor were busy with getting their drinks from a
cabinet in the corner of the room. When Mr. Connor dropped the
cap from the whisky bottle, Dad stooped to pick it up and I
stared in horror as his jeans moved down a few inches to reveal
that he was wearing sheer blue nylon knickers. I quickly looked
at Mr. Connor's face to see if he had seen them and when he
raised his eyebrows and smiled to himself, I knew that he had. A
quick look at Mike's face told me that he had seen Dad's knickers
too and when father and son looked at each other, I detected
something unsaid that passed between them.

When Dad stood again and handed the cap back to Mr. Connor, he
was unaware that his secret had been discovered and there was no
way I could tell him what they had seen. When they came to sit
down, Mr. Connor sat next to Dad and Mike joined me on the settee
opposite.

Somehow the atmosphere was different but I couldn't say how. Mr.
Connor began to speak to Dad but my eyes were fixed on Mike whose
attention seemed to be on my bare legs and the loose-fitting
shorts I wore. God, he was nice!

"Mike's been telling me about those little shits at school who
have been giving John a hard time. He'll be looking for the
ring-leaders on Monday and showing them the error of their ways.
Or would you rather go to the headmaster and sort it out with
him?"

Dad looked a little uncomfortable then and replied, "I'm not very
good at confrontation," and he smiled weakly.

"No," said Mr. Connor, "I don't suppose you are. Don't worry,
Mike will sort it out." A silence ensued until Mr. Connor spoke
again.

"This bullying was because of John's little willy, wasn't it?"
and Dad nodded. I was becoming embarrassed at having my little
dick discussed like this.

Mike spoke then and his hand came to rest on my leg, just an inch
from where the shorts began. "There's nothing wrong with a little
willy, John. I think it's cute," he said and I was surprised that
he didn't seem in the least embarrassed by what he'd said.
Suddenly his hand went further and his hand touched my
underpants, his fingers directly stroking my little dick.

In panic, I looked at Dad but he didn't react at all and Mr.
Connor just smiled as his son continued to feel me up. Mike
leaned closer and when his head bent to kiss me, I thrilled to
the feeling of his tongue pushing between my lips. I kissed him
back, my tongue tasting the Coke he had drunk earlier. Suddenly
his arm went around me and his other hand went under my T-shirt
and tweaked my little nipple. I jumped then, startled by the
tickling feeling which had just developed in my crotch.

"Jesus, Jack! Hormones kicking in!" said Mr. Connor and he
laughed. Dad said nothing but continued to stare at us, watching
as I was molested by this older boy.

When Mike went to lift my T-shirt so that he could take it off, I
looked again at Dad, waiting for him to stop what was happening
but he didn't and Mike removed it. With my chest bare now, he
bent his head to lick and suck my nipple as both of our fathers
watched. The tip of his tongue licked my nipple as his fingers
gathered the flesh around it and pushed the nipple out. Things
were happening in my groin but they were nice things. I was being
swept along by what Mike was doing to me and, in my aroused
state, it just didn't occur to me that Dad watching us engaging
in sex might be weird. Mr. Connor had already seen us the
afternoon before and I had accepted that as alright so why would
I think that Dad watching us would be weird?

"Your son looks really good, doesn't he?" said Mr. Connor softly
to my father. "Is it making your cock hard, Jack?"

Dad's face was becoming red but it wasn't anger. It was arousal
and Gordon Connor knew it. "Mike wants to fuck your boy, Jack.
He's talked of nothing else since yesterday." Both of our fathers
watched as Mike's hand began to work on my shorts, pushing them
down slowly as he tongued my sensitive nipples. I didn't want to
stop him and I prayed that my father wouldn't either. When Mike
left my nipples and knelt on the floor to remove my shorts
completely, I looked at our parents to see their lustful eyes on
us. I was naked now, still sitting on the large settee, and Mike
sat down next to me again.

I looked into Mike's face but his attention was on the 2" stiff
dick which stood hard and proud from my groin. His hand moved
down and his fingers gently stroked my tiny shaft and then he
finally looked into my eyes. I saw naked lust there: he wanted me
and I felt so excited.

"It's beautiful, John. You should never be ashamed of it," and
right then, I felt like crying. He knew that I was on the verge
so he kissed me gently and when I began to kiss him back, he
pushed his tongue into my mouth again and he put his arm around
me. I was lost in his kiss but I felt his hand go to my little
ball-bag which nestled between my legs. He tickled my balls and I
opened my legs wide so that he could reach them more easily.

"He's got the cutest little willy, Jack," whispered Mr. Connor to
my dad. "His little ball-bag must be like silk. Do you want to
feel it, Jack? Do you want to touch your little boy?" and
although Dad said nothing, his eyes were fixed firmly on the hand
and fingers which were bringing me so much joy. My tongue pushed
into Mike's mouth and, as he sucked on it, his gentle fingers
played with my sensitive sex.

The 15-year-old boy who was causing my dick to throb and my heart
to melt kissed my nose and then both of my eyes as he whispered
to me, "Feel me, John. Feel my cock! You make me so hard!" and I
felt for the bulge in his pants. I ran my hand from the top of
the bulge to the bottom and marvelled at the length and
thickness. Did I really make him so big? Does he really want me
so badly?

He stood then and my eyes followed his hands as he took off his
T-shirt and then he began to undo his pants. He kicked his shoes
off and I held my breath as he pulled down his pants and
underpants, and then pulled them over his feet. When he stood
back up, his cock stood proud, pulsing with each beat of his
heart. A sudden gasp from the other settee came from my father as
he saw for the first time the unusually large cock of my
15-year-old lover.

Mr. Connor heard Dad's gasp and whispered to him, "Do you like
Mike's cock? Isn't it magnificent, Jack?" and Dad just nodded
dumbly with his mouth open, unable to conceal the fact that he
thought that Mike's cock was indeed magnificent.

"Come, John, kneel here for me, sweetheart," whispered Mike and
he held out his hand for me to take. His eyes were soft and
gentle, just as they had been yesterday when I had knelt behind
the phone-box before his dad had turned up. I took his hand and
sank to my knees in front of him, reaching out to feel the heat
and the stiffness of the cock which I would soon taste. I looked
sideways one last time at Dad and I saw the expression of lust on
his face and I knew that he would always remember this day,
especially at night when alone in his bed.

Then I looked up into Mike's eyes and he knew that no words were
needed, that no commands were necessary. He knew that I would
please him in any way he wanted me to and I knew too that no
sacrifice would be great enough for him. I took his heavy shaft
in the palm of my hand and felt the pulsing as I moved back the
long loose foreskin to reveal his big knob, dark red with the
blood which coursed rapidly through his body to keep inflated the
thick 5" sex organ of this virile male.

As I peeled his foreskin back, the pre-cum he had already made
had gathered inside it and, now it was free, it began to drip in
long strings towards the floor but I moved my head forward and
encircled his big knob with my lips, licking his exposed skin and
pee-slit, tasting the saltiness of the clear liquid. He moaned
softly as I licked and I raised my eyes to see his half-closed
eyes looking down at me, a smile playing on those lips I so much
liked to kiss. He moved forward slightly and suddenly my mouth
was full. My tongue tickled the sensitive place under his glans
and his hands came to my head to begin stroking my hair and my
ears.

Our parents watched as I orally worshipped Mike's cock and I
heard Mr. Connor speak softly to Dad. "Watching them is making me
horny, Jack. I love to see little boys being sexed. It must be
even better for you, Jack, being his father. Fathers like it when
strangers play with their sons' willies and their cute little
bare bottoms. I bet you would like a man to play with your cock
too, wouldn't you?" and Dad nodded, his eyes still fixed on
Mike's cock as my lips tried to massage his shaft.

"Take your pants off, Jack. Let me see your knickers. I want to
see how pretty you look." Mr. Connor's softly spoken words
finally brought Dad's eyes away from what I was doing to Mike and
when he felt Mr. Connor's hand feel his crotch, his eyes closed
as he was felt up by a real man.

"Please, Gordon, I..." Dad tried to protest but the sensations
that were being produced by the hand which stroked him were
robbing him of coherent thought and when Mr. Connor leaned over
to kiss him, Dad opened his mouth at once and allowed the thick
tongue to enter. He sucked the tongue, savouring the taste of the
whisky which lingered from the drink Mr. Connor had consumed.
Unable to control himself any longer, Dad sought out Mr. Connor's
cock with trembling fingers and was overwhelmed when he
discovered the size of the bulge that he stroked.

Mike's cock was oozing more pre-cum and I was swallowing like a
good boy should. His fingers felt good as he played with my ears
through my long hair and I made myself ready for the spunk that
he would soon pump into my eager mouth. He must have had other
plans though because he pulled me to my feet and asked me to lay
face down on the settee. As I did so, he pulled a large cushion
from somewhere and placed it under my hips, forcing my bottom
higher. 'He's going to do it! He's going to fuck my little bum!'

A quick glance at Dad revealed him standing next to Mr. Connor
and both of them were stripping the clothes off each other,
kissing each other when their clothing was not being passed over
their faces. When my father's knickers came into view, he tried
to hide his cock which showed plainly through the sheer nylon
panties that he wore but he was more interested in the large
stiff cock of Mr. Connor than to stop his hands being moved away
from his crotch by the big-cocked man. I was shocked too by the
size and I understood then that Mike's cock came from his
father's genes.

My attention came back quickly to my own situation as I felt Mike
open my legs wider and his lips began to kiss my little bottom,
his kisses like butterflies' wings as he caressed me. His hands
and fingers played across my taut skin and I lay there, trembling
with the emotion he was invoking in me. The emotion turned to
arousal as I felt his hot breath and warm wet tongue run the
length of my bum-crack and I sighed audibly as he touched my
little bum-hole.

I opened my eyes for an instant and saw Mr. Connor with his hands
in Dad's knickers, his fingers gently wanking Dad's 4" hard cock.
Dad's eyes were closed as Mike's dad played with his sex and when
Mr. Connor put his other hand down the back of the knickers and
played with Dad's bottom, I could almost feel Dad's excitement. I
was pleased, very pleased that Dad had got himself a man and I
hoped that this would just be the beginning.

"Mmmm," I moaned as Mike tried to push his wet tongue into my
bum-hole and this new experience was overwhelming me. "Oh Mike!"
I moaned softly and suddenly my anal ring opened and he was in
me! His tongue was actually in my bottom! It felt wonderful,
exciting, mind-blowing. To my shame, I acted like a slut and
pushed by bottom higher, hoping he might go deeper in my rectum.
As Mike tongue-fucked my little hole, I glanced over at out
parents.

They were watching us, Dad on his knees and Mr. Connor standing
in front of him, enjoying my dad's licking of his big shaft.
"Look, Jack. Look at our boys. Jesus, Jack, your boy is
beautiful. Look at that little bare bottom." My father stopped
his licking and concentrated on what Mike was doing to me for a
moment and then he spoke for the first time. "That's it, Mike,"
he said. "Fuck my little boy's hole with your tongue. Push it all
the way up!"

I was shocked to hear this but my shock turned instantly to
arousal as I recognised that I was feeling even sexier because of
it. Dirty talk turned me on! This was new too. As my hole was
tongued, I tried to think of something to say that would turn Dad
on too. He obviously liked the idea of me being a "little boy" so
I tried to think of something involving those words. It was
difficult though, trying to think of words when Mike's tongue was
making me feel the way I felt.

"He's doing it to me, Daddy!" I cried, trying my best to sound
like a boy of 8. "Mike's fucking my bottom with his tongue and it
feels lovely! Am I being naughty, Daddy? Should I let him?"

Would my attempt at dirty talk work? My doubt was dispelled when
Mr. Connor came to the side of the settee where we lay, bringing
my father with him, and they both knelt down. Dad's knickers were
tented out by his erection and, although I couldn't see him, Mike
was taking a keen interest in his girly underwear as he tongued
me. Dad was taking a keen interest too but I suspect that it was
in Mike, or more likely his genitals!

Mr. Connor suddenly disappeared but returned a minute later with
a tube of something that he had brought from the downstairs
bathroom. I couldn't imagine what it might be but nobody else
seemed surprised. I caught a glimpse of the letters "KY" as he
handed it to Mike but it didn't mean anything to me.

I decide to try some more dirty talk, seeing that it had worked
the first time. "Daddy, can Mr. Connor touch me if he wants to or
is that naughty? It must not be naughty because you let him touch
you, didn't you?" I was really beginning to enjoy this,
especially when my father said, "We have to let men touch us,
John. We have to do our best to make them feel good." Then he
blushed as he took Mr. Connor's fine hard cock into the palm of
his hand and squeezed it.

Mike, on his knees behind me, was doing something and I couldn't
see what it was but when I felt a cool slippery finger touch my
bum-hole, I jumped slightly but Mike leaned down to me and
whispered in my ear, "Sorry, sweetheart, but you need to let me
push this inside you. I'm going to breed you soon and this jelly
will make you enjoy it more."

I didn't fully understand but when his finger pushed into me, I
didn't care. What he was doing felt great and I relaxed my
sphincter to help him. He fucked me with his finger, pushing it
in and pulling it almost out, and I was beginning to enjoy the
new sensation. Mike's father stroked my buttocks and I have to
admit that his fingers felt nice on my skin but he went on to
pull my buttocks apart and hold them like that whilst Mike got
more jelly from the tube.

When Mike returned his hand to my hole, he inserted two fingers
into me and I experienced a little pain but he paused for a
minute and only continued when I told him I was alright, He
pushed his fingers forward slowly, pulling back and then pushing
in again, and within a few minutes, both fingers could slide into
me easily.

"Are you looking forward to it, Jack?" Mr. Connor asked. "Your
boy losing his virginity?" Dad was starting to look a bit nervous
but Mr. Connor said quietly, "Mike won't hurt him, I promise.
He'll be gentle, and when he's finished, your son will always
come back for more." Dad's nervousness seemed to disappear then
and he watched as Mike stroked his cock before taking my
virginity.

"Kiss Mike's cock, Jack," said Mr. Connor. "Suck it before he
fucks your little boy."

Dad leaned over to where Mike knelt on the settee between my open
legs and he first kissed and then sucked the 15-year-old's fine
thick cock. He left much saliva on the knob and shaft when he
finally stopped sucking, and Dad took Mike's cock in his hand and
brought it to my hole. "Fuck him, Mike," he said. "Make my little
boy happy."

I felt the big knob against my anus and I tensed as Mike began to
push. Then I remembered my father's story about Grandfather
fucking him and the advice he was given. 'Push out to make it
easier for a cock to enter'. So I pushed out and suddenly the
enormous knob began to slide into me. My hole stretched wide to
accept the invader and I sucked in my breath as it forced its way
into my bottom. As soon as the knob slid completely into me, Mike
stopped, holding himself still as if waiting for my permission to
carry on.

Our fathers watched intently as I was penetrated and suddenly my
father took my hand in his and squeezed it. "Keep pushing out,
John. Let him love you properly. You're a very lucky boy to have
someone like Mike for your first time." I squeezed his hand and
smiled at him from my position on the settee, my head turned
sideways on the seat.

Mike pushed again and it felt like an inch of his shaft followed
his knob into me. He pulled back slowly and then forward again
and more of his thick shaft entered my tiny hole, not so tiny now
with the thickness of Mike's manly cock inside me. I was
beginning to feel full inside, a completely new sensation that
felt really strange, but I trusted Mike and when I felt coarse
hair against my bum-cheeks, it was then that I realised that all
of his cock was inside me and a feeling of euphoria came over me.
I could take him! I could take all of that wonderful cock inside
me!

My father stayed beside me, holding my hand but Mr. Connor went
behind Mike, watching the thick cock and big balls of his son as
he began to thrust into me, breeding me as I suspect Mr. Connor
wanted to do as well.

He fucked me gently, slowly, and for that I was grateful. The
sensations I experienced whilst the big shaft moved back and
forth inside me I could never describe in words but the feeling,
oh that feeling of being fucked by the boy I loved was exquisite.
He held himself up on his elbows so as not to crush me with his
weight but he whispered words of love as he fucked my little
body.

"You're beautiful, John," he whispered. "So sweet and so tight."
He kissed my neck and shoulders constantly as he mated with me
and Dad looked on with approval as he heard my boyfriend's words.

I was being fucked gently but with full strokes and each thrust
inside me gave me a dull pain somewhere near my stomach but I
didn't want that pain to stop. His cock was exciting me, making
me want more as his groin pressed against me and I wondered
briefly if it had been as good for Dad when Grandfather fucked
him. I was sure that I could never give this up, this feeling of
cock thrusting deeply into my bowels, and I swore that I would
lie down for Mike anytime he wanted me and welcome his thick meat
deep inside me.

"Oh Mike!" I wailed softly as his fucking continued and when he
whispered breathily into my ear, "Are you alright, John?" I
whispered back, "Oh yes, Mike, it's the most wonderful feeling."

Then Dad said, "Fuck him harder, Mike. He's ready for it." I
wondered what that meant but when Mike sped up his fucking
movements and began to pound me, I understood why Dad told him
that.

"Harder, Mike!" I cried and he rammed into me hard with every
thrust. Animals rutting. That's what it was!

His breathing in my ear became laboured and he panted as he
whispered through gritted teeth, "I love you, John! I'm going to
breed you NOW!" and suddenly he groaned and froze, his groin
tight against my bottom, and I felt the most exquisite sensation.
His cock jerked violently inside me and I felt something hot
being injected into me. He was breeding me! Filling me with his
potent seed! He was shooting his spunk deep into my bowels,
spraying the walls of my rectum with hot semen.

I lay still as his cock pulsed again and again, shooting his
love-juice into me. His father caressed Mike's balls from behind,
fondling them in an effort to make sure that I would be filled
with every sperm he had produced. My own father held my hand,
stroking it as Mike kissed my neck and held me tight as the
breeding process continued, not allowing me to escape the torrent
of his hot seed. He was the lion and I was his lioness. I lay
there, gladly accepting the hot spunk that my lord and master had
seen fit to inject into my body and although I wanted to hold him
and kiss him for his gift, I could not move under him.

When the pulsing of his cock stopped, I just lay there as he
collapsed onto my back. I could feel his heart beating rapidly
against my back and I smiled as I realised that I was the cause
of his desire to fuck me. I looked into Dad's eyes and he asked,
"Was it all you expected?" and I answered, "It felt great. I felt
all the spunk shoot inside me. Is it always so nice, Dad?" and he
nodded.

Mr. Connor came from behind Mike and joined us. "Well done, boy,"
he said to Mike. "You filled him nicely, Mike!"

Then he looked at Dad and said, "We have unfinished business,
Jack. I want to explore that nice bottom that you have in those
pretty blue knickers."




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