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Little Jimmy

By: Cuck_Maker



Adjusting my tie the bathroom was a challenge with foggy glasses and a dress shirt sticking to my underarms. Diana had just finished a most luxurious bath, and left the room warm and moist. Traces of her jasmine perfume teased me, and I could've bent her over her vanity and rocked her until all of the little bottles fell to the floor, but instead I peeked around the corner and asked much too meekly, "Hey honey, before you get too far--"

"--no hun, I'm dry now," she said, steadily as a woman applying eyeliner.

My wife sat cross-legged in black pantyhose and a matching, scalloped bra. Her dress, lying at the edge of the bed, was going to look sharp on her--black contrasted well with her fair complexion and Italian features.

Noticing I hadn't retreated from the corner, Diana added, "I don't want that little marble rubbing against me at the party either. Nobody likes a rock in their shoe do they? Avoid embarrassing yourself hun and wank it now?" 

Tempting--always tempting--but after having pressed my pants and ironed my shirt, I didn't want to soil them accidently, nor undress, and delay our evening further...plenty of her younger co-workers were going to check her out, the older ones will ogle, and I didn't want to miss a thing.

I was satisfied palpating my crotch in the mirror, just like grabbing a sac of three marbles and jostling them between my fingers. This was going to be a decent evening at a minimum--I could enjoy anything going on while having a hard-on and nobody would be able to tell.

Just one last look at Diana--was she dressed yet? I was ready to go--a little early still, and still a bit too bright outside. She was standing and holding out her dress. It didn't matter what for, she should have continued doing it...I didn't miss the chance to confirm she was wearing conservative hip hugger briefs--think v-string with a wide waistband.

Alright Honey, let's go.

*

Diana and I held hands up to the hotel door, where she then broke free and strutted through the glass doors with open arms. I marked the three men with champagne who turned towards her to return the hug and kiss her on the cheek. One of them, a portly fellow who was bald as a fire hydrant and turning just as red from the wine, placed his thick palm on my wife's lower back and pulled her in to hear her properly. She whispered something into his ear and he released her with the most extravagant laugh.

"Hi, I'm Jim, Diana's husband," I said, approaching them with an extended hand.

The portly fellow gripped--almost crushed--my hand and boomed, "Derek!" 

As I turned to his colleagues my wife said, "And that's Mark and Colin--two of our finest nurses."

They just acknowledged me with a thin smile and a nod.

Derek asked , "So what do you do...Jimmy?"

"I'm at an advertising firm that specializes in pharmaceutical advertising. We just finished an ad for Victory in a golf magazine. It's a male intimacy pill--'For those putting it in the hole all day!'"

Diana rolled her eyes and Derek gulped the bubbly. He blurted, "Ah, I get it--put-ting it--I like it! But Jimmy, the putter's the smallest club--is shrinkage a side effect?"

They all laughed, and my wife patted him on the shoulder before we headed off. I waved, but they didn't notice.

"So there's someone I want you to meet," she said, scanning each huddle. "Ah, there he is!"

Standing at the edge of the bar was a tall, Viking of a man with short, silver hair.

He still had a stethoscope around his neck, perhaps instead of a tie. Everything about him was crisp and clean-cut, yet almost too informal, given his polished paisley shoes, pleated trousers, and tucked in office-casual plaid shirt. A thick, platinum diver's watch dangled from his wrist as he sipped a martini.

Anticipating her approach, he asked, "Diana, how are you?" His sharp, icy blue eyes studied me in turn.

"Still settling in...could be better! Pierce, this is my husband Jim."

We shook hands. Even that, with the perfect dose of firmness and timing, indicated he was a doctor.

"Pierce is our newest heart surgeon. We snatched Canada's best."

His smiling eyes acknowledged the compliment. Focusing to me, he noted with a wink, "With a woman like Diana you'll only have the healthy kind of chest pain."

Accepting wine from the waiter, I gave Diana a flute and left the two of them with, "Nice to meet you Pierce. I'm going to greet the menu now. Can I get you anything?"

They exchanged glances. "No, thanks, everything I need is here," said Pierce. At that, my wife yanked at his ear, but was smirking.

I joined a long line of rather tall, leggy women who were all sporting shiny tube dresses and corsages. They weren't as thin as Diana, but they certainly had cleavage, and were certainly going to notice me if I didn't keep my eyes on the shrimp rings.

When I returned with a handful of appetizers, my wife and him were sitting on the swivel stools at the same bar. His arm rested on the back of her seat. They must've been talking about something serious, given that she was talking mostly with her hands and he was attending to her with an unwavering glance, periodic nods and a furrowed brow. 

Their moods lightened once I sat beside them and offered some shrimp. Pierce shook his head and then retracted his arm from her chair.

"No, go ahead," I said, "It's fine."

Diana plucked a couple of shrimp, sucked them out of their tails, saying, "Mmm, tasty, but too small to bother with." The two of them almost had a knowing look.

Dropping the shells in my palm she continued with, "Pierce and I are going catch up on some confidentiality, but we'll be in that conference lounge if you need us."

"Sure," I said, and as they stood up to excuse themselves I stole a glance at Pierce's package--he was probably soft, buy my goodness it looked like he had stuffed a small baseball glove in there.

*

I of course didn't know anyone at the party, except for Derek maybe, but that group was long gone. My watch showed that an hour had passed.

Perhaps there were other holidays parties happening down the conference halls, so I headed in the direction of the lounges, passing slowly by the one occupied by my wife and the doctor, no doubt. Because the doors were ajar, I had to peek a little. They were alone. 

The next lounge was empty as a funeral parlor, but it did have no-door washroom at the far end, so I thought, "Why not?"

As it happened, the washroom connected to all lounges on this side of the building via a long, winding service hallway. I opened what would have been the "EXIT" door to their room just a little, just to be able to hear what they were doing. The small fire-resistant window allowed me to spy on them.

"You've got to be kidding!" said Pierce, slapped his knee. Diana was nodding and sipping.

He set his drink on the end table and stuck out his middle finger for my wife to study the length.

She shook her head.

"No?" he asked, and then placed his forefinger at the tip of his middle finger and slid it slowly towards his knuckle, pausing at each joint.

My wife kept shaking her head, saying, "Nope! Shorter! Shorter!"

Pierce was grinding his teeth--if she didn't say "Stop" before he reached his knuckle, he was going to burst out laughing. 

Well, she said, "Hold it!" indicating whatever they were measuring was maybe an inch or so long. "Could you recommend a plastic surgeon for him?" she asked, a little sarcastically.

"This is definitely a conversation you have to have with your husband first...most men find that to be an incredibly invasive discussion, even with a health professional," said the doctor.

"I'm not worried about the invasive part. Like I said, he's awfully comfortable with Jerry, you know, the colonoscopist?" 

They both chuckled and checked to see no one was listening at the main door. A heavy silence filled the room, she put her hand on his thigh and they kissed--a quick, wet smack.

"Diana, let's see if you're feeling alright." He took the stethoscope pressed it between her breasts, pulling her dress down a little. "I should have a closer look--you're way off the charts."

Now what were the chances of I--and them, being caught? Looking from side-to-side, I concluded that this service hallway was so quiet that I'd know if someone was coming, even if right in the middle of a little wank. I unzipped and started lightly rubbing my crotch.

Diana--blushing like I'd ever seen before--was playfully waving her hands to ward off the doctor's hands; one was sliding up her dress; the other massaged the back of her neck. He kissed her again. 

"Pierce, I'm married!" she said in a hushed voice.

But she wasn't telling him to stop; I'd be most furious at whoever barged in and spoiled the sight. Go on, dear. 

"I want you, here," whispered Pierce.

My wife closed her eyes and lay back into his massage, accepting that he was pulling her pantyhose to her knees. Her legs were strikingly smooth, almost shiny under the lights. That thick hand disappeared back under her dress, this time riding it up to her waist and giving me a clear sight those black panties.

"I can't...I can't, Pierce," she moaned towards the ceiling.

"You can play, let me text you that you can play," I muttered quite shakily while polishing Little Jimmy with my hand, but I needed her to go just a little further.

Massaging her thighs, almost her crotch, the doctor asked, "When can I see you?"

"Ha-ha," she chuckled, "Well we host legendary conferences in the Bahamas..."

Pierce grinned. But then my wife quickly searched her purse--her phone was vibrating. It's blue light lit up her face. 

"It's time to go," she said, then stood up and pulled up her pantyhose, fixed her hair.

Pierce said, "Wait." He kissed her. Diana headed out--and both left their drinks.

*

It took a bit longer to find my coat at the checkout. Diana was receiving a few kisses on the cheek from other wives and husbands who I forgot to meet. Someone tapped my arm.

"Hey, Jimmy!" It was Derek, beet-red from a night of bubbly.

"Hey, I just wanted to say Diana is the friendliest kindest awesomeness co-worker, and you're so damn lucky to have her!"

"Thanks, she only brings joy," I said, smiling with him.

He lifted his glass. "Cheers, and goodnight man!" 

*

Diana waited by the foot of the stairs to the hotel, and smirked as I approached.

"Did you make sure to kiss everyone twice for good luck? Derek? The wives? Pierce?" I asked. 

She ignored that. 

Holding hands, we walked briskly to the car--the night was only getting colder. I wondered if her inner thighs were still warm. She hinted the answer just before we buckled in, asking, "Hun, do you still want that quickie?"

THE END

Little Jimmy Grows Up



In the interest of full disclosure I would like to mention that this story involves the following topics; rough, reluctant but consensual sex, anal sex, and both very dominant and completely submissive characters.

This story takes place during the Summer of 1970 and involves a very shy, meek and socially awkward guy whose life is forever changed one day in his 18th summer when an old classmate reenters his life. After he does, nothing is ever the same again.

.........

Chapter One: A blast from the past.

I recognized him right away, and when I saw him back at the soda cooler of the local convenience store, my heart skipped a beat, just like old times.

He was wearing white shorts and a light blue tank-top that showcased a physique that seemed even more impressive than it had been back three years ago when I had seen Tom daily back in ninth grade.

His ruddy complexion had been highlighted by a lot of exposure to the sun, which had brought out even more freckles on his burly frame. The flaming red hair that liberally coated his muscular legs and peeked out from all openings of the snug fitting tank-top brought back a lot of memories as well, and I found myself staring at Tom in a fog just as he looked over toward me.

"Jimmy?" Tom asked, and then his face lit up to a grin when he realized his guess was correct. "Long time no see."

I stuck out my hand, rather stunned that he would even remember my name, and saw it disappear in the beefy paw of my former classmate while I tried not to wince at his grip.

It wasn't like we traveled in the same circles or anything, since Tom had been an outgoing guy who played sports, whereas I was just, for lack of a better term, a nerd. An introverted bookworm back in ninth grade, meek and unassuming, who during the three years of high school had managed to not change a bit, which was a fact that did not elude Tom.

"You haven't changed a bit," Tom noted as he looked me over, and it was certainly true. 

I still looked exactly like I had back when we shared classes. Same skinny body and same shy manner, and even though Tom was only a couple of inches taller than me, he looked like a giant in comparison, and while we talked I had to struggle to maintain eye contact.

Not only was it my nature to shy away and avert my eyes when talking to people, but it was those memories of Tom that had me occasionally looking him over.

Tom had left public school after ninth grade, transferring to a Catholic high school where he continued to excel in athletics, as I had noticed by reading the newspaper. As for me, I kept hitting the books while living in my own little world.

Now we were both heading off to college, as we learned by talking, and while I was staying local, Tom was headed out to the Midwest on an athletic scholarship.

Oddly enough, that fact made me feel a little sad. Why would being far away from someone that I had rarely seen bother me? Was it because it meant that all of the fantasies I had played out in my mind would never take place?

...

Chapter Two: Remembering.

I seem to recall that I was in several of the same classes as Tom, but the only one that I truly remembered was gym class. It was there that began my fascination with Tom. Maybe infatuation would be a more accurate term, because it was that one October afternoon that was a rather major event in my young life.

It had been just another gym class, and probably one that I had managed to embarrass myself in. There was little I could do athletically at any skill level besides soccer, so I tended to try and avoid everything else until we got sent back inside to change.

The locker room was a terrifying enough place for me as it was, but for whatever reason, there were times when the gym teacher felt compelled to stand there and make sure everybody took a shower. The chance that you could actually work up a sweat in the 25 minutes of the period left after dressing was minimal at best, but that didn't matter to the teacher.

I loathed the walk to the enormous and intimidating ivory colored tiled room. You had to leave your towel in the drying room and walk in the showers naked, and there was nothing that provided any kind of privacy at all, so what I did at times like that was to run to a corner and let the spray hit me for a few seconds before running back out and hiding under my towel.

There were a few other guys like me; modest and intimidated by the less inhibited ones who proudly strutted their stuff without fear, and there was no one more modest than I was, for with good reason.

It hadn't taken me long to figure out that in the showers, all men are not created equal. After taking enough quick peeks at the other guys, I came to the realization that along with not being blessed with the most manly physique in the obvious ways, I had been rather cheated in another, far more intimate area.

So on the memorable day in question when I was forced into taking a shower, I did what I usually did. Avoiding the snapping of towels and the slapping of butts as best I could, I made sure the teacher checked my name off and headed for my usual corner for a quick rinse before fleeing. This time, however, I didn't leave as quickly.

Over on the side where I usually hid, Tom was scrubbing himself with soap while letting the water cascade down his face. My eyes quickly darted downward like they did to everyone else, but this time instead of peeking and hiding, I did a double take.

I forced myself to jerk my head away before he caught me staring at him, but the ten seconds or so that I was looking at him was permanently etched in my memory. That night, and many other nights after that, while alone in my bed I would replay that image in my head while I brought myself to orgasm.

After that day, I became more willing to take showers after gym class. I would plan my visit so that I would get in the shower just before Tom did, getting into a perfect spot to watch him enter the room. Keeping my privates shielded as best I could from everyone, especially Tom, I would watch him until he stepped under a nozzle and began lathering up, and at that point I would scurry out and hide under my towel.

Tom was on the wrestling and gymnastic teams, and I became an instant fan of those sports, cheering on our team at most of the home contests. I suppose I cared about the outcome, but I was mainly interested in Tom, and watching him compete in those skimpy uniforms was the highlight of that school year for me.

One afternoon, after he had won his wrestling match, I went over and congratulated him. Our relationship was only a "Hello" type thing, but that afternoon, just as I was turning away from Tom, he asked me if I would want to come over to his house that weekend.

Flustered to totally shocked, I panicked, mumbling some lie about having plans before hurrying away. I mentally kicked myself for being such an idiot, and that stupid reaction had haunted me ever since. Why in the world didn't I just say yes?

Tom transferred to that Catholic school after that school year, and we hadn't seen each other since that day. Oh, I had seen him plenty. I followed his exploits in the newspaper religiously, and had even attended a couple of his wrestling tournaments, but I always kept my distance.

...

Chapter Three: Gay?

Despite my infatuation with Tom, I didn't consider myself gay. I liked girls, even though they didn't return the favor very often. As for guys, I would check other guys out in the shower, but that was it. Certainly nobody ever got my attention like Tom had, and I was convinced that nobody ever would.

My sex life in high school was almost non-existent, and I wished that even that one instance never happened, because it pretty much destroyed me. I had gone steady with this neighborhood girl for a few weeks, and when we were alone in the woods we started exploring each other's bodies.

I got to feel my first breasts that afternoon, groping Sue Paige's plump tits like they were bike horns, and in return Sue reached into my pants and pulled out my cock.

"Wow! Your dick is really little," Sue said as she held my throbbing erection in her hand, making a face at what she was holding as she pulled on it a couple of times.

I came almost immediately after that, humiliated at the way she spoke but not enough to have it affect my orgasm. Sue moved on to what I'm sure were bigger and better things, and I retreated farther into my shell, determined not to let myself get crushed like that again.

That was the extent of my sex life. One hand job from Sue Paige, whose amusement at my endowment had managed to take much of the enjoyment out of that, and about 5,000 orgasms that I brought on myself, mostly inspired by Tom. Time after time I would stare at those yearbook pictures of Tom; the one of him wrestling and the other one of Tom on the rings, executing a perfect Iron Cross.

That grainy black and white photo of Tom in his gymnastics uniform, with his shoulder and arm muscles rippling and his chest practically bursting out of the skimpy uniform, never failed to excite me, and even though he was wearing trunks in those photos, I managed to make them disappear in my mind as I recalled those days in the locker room.

...

Chapter Four: Invitation.

All of those thoughts raced through my mind as we chatted outside the store. A better description of the conversation would be that Tom spoke while I listened and nodded, because his life was a lot more interesting than mine. While he spoke of his upcoming trip out west to start college and continue his athletic career, all I could manage was that I was going to go to the state college in town.

What else could I have added? I imagined that if I told him that I had spent a considerable amount of my life masturbating while looking at his yearbook picture, I would find myself on the ground picking up what was left of my teeth. With his strength and size advantage over me, he could and would probably crush me like a grape without even trying if I ever told him that, even if I assured him that I wasn't gay.

"Say, you want to come over to my house?" Tom said after a few minutes.

"Me?" I asked, as if there was anybody else around us at the time, and I started to panic as I tried to find an answer.

"Uh... sure," I managed to say, and mentally patted myself on the back for not making the same mistake twice.

So we walked down the street to the cul de sac his house was, Tom talking and me mostly listening. My heart was racing as we headed around the bend to his place. I knew right where he lived, even though I had never been there, because I managed to ride my bike nearby on a regular basis, hoping to see him by chance.

Instead of going into his house, he led me along the side and into the rear of the property, where a small building stood in the back of the spacious yard. It was a barn garage with a second floor, and as it turned out it was an little attic apartment which served as Tom's workout room as well.

Tom closed the door behind me after I followed him in, and then locked it, which I thought was a little weird. Tom seemed very relaxed about it however, and calmly showed me around the stuffy apartment. It was essentially a workout room with a cot and chair, along with a small bathroom. The ceiling was about 10 feet tall in the center of the room, but tapered down on the sides of the room, with thick beams running across that our heads barely missed as we walked under them.

"Not fancy, but it's got everything I need," Tom said. "It's like my Fortress of Solitude. My Mom isn't crazy about my lifestyle, but as long as I keep it out of the house she's pretty cool about it. How about your folks? They upset about it?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not really sure why he mother would object to him lifting weights, being a star athlete and getting a scholarship, but before I could ask him what he meant I got distracted. That might be an understatement, because I probably did a triple take when I saw what was attached to the side of beam we had just walked under.

"Like them?" Tom said, chuckling as he saw my reaction to the wrist bracelets hanging on the chains. "Hope so, even though they might be a little big on you."

I jumped when Tom's hand came up and grabbed me by the back of the neck, and as he applied a firm grip I winced and let out a startled grunt.

"I'm glad you took me up on my offer this time, Jimmy," Tom hissed in my ear as he kneaded my neck. "The last time I asked you, you shot me down. Remember?"

"I don't understand," I said, starting to hyperventilate as his iron grip tightened a little more.

"The last time, back in 9th grade," Tom reminded me. "I asked you to come over and you said no."

"No, I mean... I don't understand any of this. What my parents think about what?"

"You being queer," Tom said.

"Queer?" I answered in a chirp that made me sound very much like that. "I'm not queer."

"Neither am I," Tom whispered as he pulled me closer to him. "The rest of the world is. Here. I know what you want."

As he spoke, his free hand grabbed mine and brought it down toward his crotch. I struggled to get out of the grip he had on both my wrist and my neck, and I did get free, although that was only because Tom let me escape.

"What's wrong?" Tom said as he stood between me and the door. 

"I think you got the wrong idea," I said.

"Then that must be because you're sending out the wrong signals. Why did you come up here with me then?" Tom wanted to know. "Just to talk about the old times?"

"Well, yeah," I answered, the tension in this oppressive attic making me sweat like a pig as my head spun. "Look, I gotta go."

"So go," Tom said with a shrug, stepping aside to let me past him.

I took a couple of quick steps but slowed as I neared the door. My hands went to the lock, holding the knob with a hand that was visibly shaking, but I couldn't make it move.

"Just turn it to the left," Tom said as he came up behind me, his breath hot on my damp neck. "That is, if you really want to leave."

...

Chapter Five: What I want.

"I don't," I started to say, stammering nervously. "I mean, I'm really not, you know."

"That right?" Tom said, his hand gently but firmly moving my hand off the lock before turning me slowly to face him. "Well then, let's talk about the old days."

"I remember the way you used to look at me in the showers at school," Tom continued. "Didn't take me long to figure out your routine, but then the other guys started telling me about the way you would stare at my cock while I showered." 

"They did?" I said, and this time when Tom's hand came up to my neck it was firm but not painfully so.

"Sure they did," Tom explained, making me realize why I always got snickered at a lot. "Of course, I had to tell them how offended I was that a little fruit like you was checking me out, but I really wasn't mad."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled as Tom led me back to the beam with the cuffs attached to it. "Didn't mean anything, I swear. I was just curious."

"I know, Jimmy," Tom said in an understanding voice. "Don't apologize. Don't you think somebody built like me gets looked at a lot? I liked you looking at me, and I could tell that you liked what you saw, didn't you? You liked looking at my big cock."

I looked at the bracelets and then at Tom, not knowing what to say. Finally, I just shrugged and averted my eyes downward.

"Thought so. Most people do. You remember the way to used to be so shy? Trying to cover up your stuff so that nobody could see?" Tom asked, and continued without waiting for an answer. "Would it make you feel any better if I told you that because of all your modesty, I never really got a good look at your dick even though I wanted to?"

I didn't know what to say. Hell, I didn't even know what I felt or what I wanted. I only knew that whatever Tom wanted me to do, I was going to do.

"What I could see of you though, gave me a little that you weren't - how should I say this? Not very well endowed?" Tom said as his hands came up to my shoulders. "Am I right? Look at me."

My eyes came up, and when they met Tom's I felt powerless to do anything but respond. My affirmative nod brought a smile to Tom's mouth as he took a couple of steps backward.

"Show me," Tom said. "Take off your clothes. I want to see all of you."

"Here?" I asked, and Tom nodded deliberately, adding only one word as I stood there.

"Now."

....

Chapter Six: Following orders.

I stood there in the middle of the room, trembling like a leaf as I tried to make sense out of all this earth-shaking news. Tom was apparently gay, even though I know he was always around girls back in school, and not only that, he thought that I was gay too.

Even more outrageously, Tom wanted to see me naked. Me! The most pitifully underdeveloped and unattractive nerd on earth. Taking my clothes of in front of this magnificent example of manliness was absurd, yet that was what I found myself doing under Tom's intense watch.

I pulled my t-shirt up over my head, exposing my scrawny and hairless chest, which was just as pitiful as the rest of me. Tom didn't laugh, but I heard him exhale loudly as I held the shirt in my hand before he took it from me and tossed it aside as he nodded toward my shorts.

"Why do you want to see me... you know?"

"Probably the same reason that you want to see me naked," Tom suggested. "You do, don't you? You want to see me again - all of me - don't you?"

"Well?" Tom asked, raising his voice as he seemed to grow impatient with me.

My shaking hands fumbled with the buckle of my belt before I finally managed to get it opened, and as the weight of the belt brought my shorts down to the floor all I could think of was hoping that my underwear were clean. I fiddled with the elastic at the top of my pale white underwear, praying for a bolt of lightning to hit me and spare me the humiliation that was about to follow.

"You've got to be trying to get me pissed off or more excited," Tom said as he watched me delay the inevitable. "Either way, it's working. Get those underwear off before I rip them off for you."

Feeling like I was about to cry, I pulled down my underwear, bending over as I did to try and hide myself. After I stepped out of my briefs and straightened up, I cupped my hands over my genitals, using both even though one would have been sufficient, but Tom would have none of that.

"What's the matter?" Tom said.

"I'm scared," I confessed, even though it seemed so obvious that it didn't need to be said.

"Scared of what?" Tom asked.

"You know," I said. "I mean, I never did this before."

"Really?" Tom said, sounding surprised. "I thought you were just playing around to get me hot. You mean you've never been with a guy before?"

I shook my head vigorously as I gave my dick a little squeeze, trying to get a little life into it as it tried to shrink into my intestines in fear.

"That makes it even better," Tom said. "Move your hands for me. Now."

"The window," I said, looking straight ahead to the large window which gave an completely unobstructed view of the back of Tom's house, and of course allowed his mother to see up here if she wanted to. "Can't you close the curtain?"

"Mom wouldn't approve of that," Tom said with a chuckle.

"But if she looks up this way, she can see - you know."

"I'm waiting," Tom snapped. "Or are you the type that needs to pretend they're being forced into doing things they really want? You know you want to show me your dick."

Slowly, I pulled my hands away from my crotch and stood there, feeling even more naked than I was. I had my eyes almost screwed shut as I waited for the expected laughter, or at least a chuckle, as I stood there with my knees actually knocking.

Instead, all I heard from Tom was a loud swallow as he looked at my little toadstool of a penis sitting under a sparse little tuft of hair, with my nuts contracted into a taut wrinkled and hairless sac from fright.




Little Jimmy Grows Up



"Oh man, you are really small," Tom said as he exhaled loudly. "Pull on your dick, Jimmy. Let me see you get it hard."

I did as Tom asked, pulling first slowly and then frantically on my flaccid little member, my frustration growing much faster than my dick was.

"Here," Tom said, his hand coming down and grabbing my sad little pecker between his thumb and index finger and pulling it towards himself hard.

"Ooh!" I moaned at the rough treatment he gave to my tiny stem, but I felt myself get hard almost immediately as my long wished for fantasy became reality before my eyes.

"That's it," Tom said encouragingly. "Damn, I love you guys with little dicks. You get so hard. You're so stiff you could cut glass with this. Reach up and hold on to the beam for me."

I looked up at the bracelets that hung nearby, and my fear must have been evident because Tom shook his head.

"Not today," he said as he shook his head. "Next time. Before I'm done you'll be begging me for them. Just reach up and hold on."

I did as he asked, enjoying the rubbing of my cock, and as his warm hand went down and massaged my balls I felt my sac get loose and expand.

"Nice pair of balls you've got on you," Tom said as he kneaded my dangling pouch roughly, rolling my nuts as he grinned. "No meat, all potatoes."

Tom leaned over and tweaked my nipple with his free hand, making my little nub taut as his fingers pinched it. Our eyes met when I looked down and Tom smiled, letting his hand slide off my chest and over to my armpit.

Tom's fingers pulled on the pitiful little cluster of hairs nestled in the center of my armpit, tugging them away from my damp skin as my body shivered from the sensation. After moving over and repeating that on my other side, Tom leaned back and let go of me.

"You want to cum, don't you?" he asked, and I nodded.

"You should remember this moment," Tom explained. "I want your first experience to be a nice one. After this, however, everything we do together will be for my pleasure. Do you understand?"

I didn't understand anything at this point but nodded anyway, and without another word, Tom went down to his knees. As I looked down in amazement, Tom's hands came up and cupped my buttocks, drawing me toward him as his mouth opened and my dick disappeared inside the wet warmth.

I groaned as Tom's lips slid down my dick, his nose ending up in my pubic hair, and as his mouth went sliding back, I started cumming. Again and again I felt my dick jump, spurting my seed into Tom's mouth like a machine gun while he calmly took my spunk without blinking, continuing to suck on my dick until it had withered back into the little spout he had started with. 

Effortlessly, Tom got back to his feet and stepped back toward the window which faced his house, standing there and looking at me still holding on to the beam above my head.

"I... don't know what to say," I finally managed to say after trying to figure out what he was waiting for.

"You can start by thanking me for doing to you what apparently nobody else ever would."

"Thank you," I mumbled. "Uh - Do you want me to - you know?"

"No, I don't know," Tom said. "You tell me. This is your day, Jimmy. Take advantage of it. What were you hoping for when you followed me home?"

"I don't know."

"Bullshit," Tom said bluntly. "You need to be honest with me. I know you had the hots for me back in ninth grade, and I'll bet you've thought about me plenty since then too. Hell, you've been practically undressing me with your eyes since we were back at the store. You mean to say you never had a fantasy about what you'd like to do to me if you had the chance?" 

"I guess," I said meekly.

"Then what is it?"

"I kinda always wanted to - you know," I mumbled, making a slight hand gesture.

"Your life-long dream was to jerk me off?" Tom asked with a sneer, and when I shrugged and nodded he continued. "That's it? Never dreamed about sucking my cock?" 

I shrugged again, and while I suppose I had thought about it, I had no concept of what was involved, which was an indication of how sheltered a life I had led. Heck, I had thought for the longest time that a blow job meant - well, somebody actually blowing on a dick.

Tom motioned me over toward him, and when I got over to where he was standing in front of the window, his hand came up and grabbed me by the collarbone.

"Funny. I always had you pegged as a guy who would love me to slam him down on a mattress and fuck him in the ass really hard," Tom said in a gravely voice while squeezing my shoulder hard enough to make me wince with discomfort. "That never crossed your mind?"

I looked at Tom with horror, not able to fully comprehend what he was talking about. The whole notion was so foreign to me that I shook my head violently from side to side, causing Tom to smile.

Naked and becoming a bit more comfortable with it as time went on, I walked over to Tom. I could feel the heat from his body as my hands went down to the bottom of his tank-top, and he lifted his arms as I carefully peeled the snug garment up over his head.

It was tough to get the tightly fitted shirt up off of him, but I finally managed it. I folded the shirt after removing it, which seemed to amuse Tom a great deal. It was as if everything I did was either wrong or stupid, but I was so excited to be this close to Tom that I didn't much care.

Tom was naked to the waist, and without the tank-top his muscular physique was even more impressive. His chest was massive, and the hair on his chest was so dense that I could barely see his nippples through the mat of fur.

Very tentatively my hands went up to his chest, letting them rest softly on him as I looked for approval. When all I got from Tom was an intense glare in return, I let my hands make slow circular motions on his upper torso. Tom made a slight sound that sounded like pleasure, so I moved my hands a little faster and applied more pleasure.

"Mmmm," Tom moaned softly as my hands raked through the thick felt of fur, and as I leaned down to kiss his nipples he sighed contentedly. His buds were plumper and thicker than mine, and they tasted a bit salty when I licked the nubs, but Tom continued to make a contented sound as I sucked on them.

Sighing loudly while my teeth nibbled on his nipple, Tom's body contorted as he raised his arms and put his hands behind his head.

I watched Tom's body movements out of the corner of my eye, and saw how the flexing of his biceps caused those already impressive muscles to expand greatly with the bending of his elbows.

As Tom's arms raised, the thick tufts of burnt-orange colored hair practically exploded from the hollows of his armpits, filling the air with a heady and manly mixture of scents. When Tom saw me peeking toward his underarm at the jungle of hair a few inches from my head, he nodded. 

"Don't be shy," Tom told me as he grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled my face toward his profusely hairy armpit. "Lick it. Suck it."

Feeling a bit queasy about it at first, I let my tongue touch the moist armpit hair. The taste was not unpleasant at all, and the combination of soap and fresh sweat sent a shiver down my spine as I proceeded to do what Tom had directed me to. I licked and sucked all over Tom's underarm as he pushed my face into his steamy and musky armpit, matting the thick tuft of hair down against his skin with my saliva before being pulled over to the other one.

"That's it, Jimmy," Tom said, letting go of the back of my head when he saw that I didn't need to be forced into what at started out to be a tentative licking of his underarm and had become a feral oral attack on my part.

His hand grabbed my wrist, bringing it down to his crotch while I sucked his armpit. I gasped when my hand touched the bulge he directed me to, and as he guided my hand further and further down what felt like a never-ending journey, ending just before the hem of his shorts.

"Omigod!" I muttered, coming out as a muffled groan.

"Bring back memories?" Tom asked as he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor.

...

Chapter Seven: On my knees.

My knees hit the wooden flooring hard, but the discomfort was all but lost on me, being so mesmorized by what was facing me. The room was spinning around on me, and I wasn't sure whether or not I would be able to kneel like this without falling over from the combination of emotion and humidity.

My shaky hands went up to Tom's hips, as much for balance as anything else, and as I grabbed the elastic waist band of his white shorts, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. As I coaxed the shorts down, I saw immediately that he wasn't wearing any underwear the cotton shorts, because his pubic hair sprang into view from underneath the fabric right away.

His pubic hair was lighter in hue than the hair under his arms, and in the glow of the sunlight that streamed in through the unshaded window, the brilliant red hair looked almost phosporscent.

Then suddenly, the hair stopped and the base of Tom's cock appeared. The thickness of his trunk of his manhood startled me, being only a foot away from my face, and I discovered that this was nothing like looking across the room at him. The size of Tom seemed almost inhuman, and while the thickness tapered off as I lowered the shorts to expose more of his sex, the girth of his penis was still staggering.

It almost seemed like I could see the blood surging though the thick vein that meandered down from the base of his pale pink member, even though he was not hard. Finally, the shaft of his penis ended and the long cone-shaped head of his tool became visible.

The crown of his cock was the thinnest part of his tool, giving his penis an appearance that resembled a rocket as it lazily hung down between his legs right in front of a oversized nut sack that held a meaty pair of balls in their wrinkled pouch.

My hands kept moving his shorts down his tree-trunk thighs even though my eyes never left his cock, and as he stepped out of the shorts and stood there looking down at me with his hands now resting on his hips, I tried to get my mind together enough to make my hand move forward to take hold of him.

"Is it just like you remembered it in the locker room?" Tom asked.

It was, but even more so. So much larger than I recalled it being, although now I was inches away from it instead of across the room, and I was able to gape more brazenly at his magnificent organ. The unfairness of it struck me for a moment, as I wondered how he could be so spectacularly well endowed and I could end up with a dick as pitiful as my own, but that feeling was soon forgotten as my lust took over.

I'll never forget that moment; the first time I ever touched another guy's cock. The heat and the softness for sure, but most of all was the weight. Grabbing his cock by the base, I lifted the heavy hunk of meat, marvelling at its rubbery feel as my fingers wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, barely managing to make it halfway around the circumference.

This was not something that I was used to. Oh, I was certainly an accomplished masturbator, but holding your own little dick between your index finger and thumb was one thing, and handling something like what Tom was blessed with was something else altogether.

Tom sensed my awkwardness and had us move over to the cot by the wall, Laying on his back, he put his hands behind his head and had me get on the bed beside him in a kneeling position.

"Reach under the bed," Tom told me. 

What was under the bed was a huge jar of vaseline, and sfter I scooped some out and coated my hands with the jelly, I went back to Tom's cock. Pulling it off of his taut stomach, I began stroking the flaccid hose.

My own dick was hard again already from the thrill of actually fullfilling my dream, and as I slid my slippery hands up and down Tom's cock I found myself trying to do some calculating.

My own dick was about 2 inches long when it was limp and doubled in size to about 4" when it was hard. If that same growth was what was going to happen with Tom when he got erect - it just didn't seem possible.

My two hands only covered about half of the length of him now, which meant that he had to be at least 7 or 8 inches soft. Was it possible? Did that mean that he would get to be a foot and a half long when he was hard? I didn't know, because the only dick I had ever seen hard was my own.

As it turned out, while Tom's cock did get longer as it got hard, it didn't double in size as I had feared, which for whatever reason gave me a feeling of relief. I continued to work on his tool with my hands, and the more I handled it the better I got at it. Soon my hands were spinning as they went up and down the shaft, the lubricant making the pink-hued monolith glisten while I milked it.

His cock felt like a living entity in my hands with the skin on the warm rubbery tube sliding up and down loosely with my rhythmic movement. It was almost like trying to handle a snake as it wiggled around wildly.

I felt Tom's eyes watching me as I jerked him off, and I imagine that I must have looked like a tourist gaping at him like I was. For his part, he seemed to enjoy me enjoying him, and he also appeared to have a great deal of self-control, because it usually only took me about a minute to cum when I jerked myself off. 

"Getting tired?" Tom asked me.

I shook my head no, the movement of my head making the sweat fly off my face as it streamed down in rivulets. His cock was now rather rigid but not completely erect.

"Let me know when you want me to cum," Tom said, apparently completely in control of his orgasm.

"Am I doing this okay?" I asked hopefully.

"Feels good," Tom said. "You must have a lot of practice. You sure you never did this to anybody before?"

I shook my head no, changing my grip on his member so that my top hand would rub the tip of his conical glans as I moved up and down. He was hard, but not really stiff like I would get.

"Just think," Tom offered. "If you had come here back when I first asked you..."

I was already thinking the same thing, mentally kicking myself for my stupidity. Then again, all the time I had spent thinking and fantasizing about this very moment had made it much more special. 

My arms were sore and my hands were cramping when I finally realized that I was exhausted. How long had I been doing this? It had to be at least 20 minutes, and outside of a fat bead of cum that had oozed out of the tip of his slightly reddened cock, Tom seemed fully capable of having me do this all night.

"You can cum, if you want," I said, giving up the ship as my shoulders throbbed.

"Okay. Go slower," Tom said, having me throttle down on my stroking, and with a loud groan his back arched.

"Arrrgh!" Tom growled, and as he made that sound, cum started pouring out of his cock like lava from a volcano.

Only a little bit spat out in the beginning, and after that it just flowed out of him and down my hands. I kept milking him until I felt his cock begin to go limp, and at that point I let his dead dick fall back on his stomach.

"Your hands," Tom said, noting the semen that covered the backs of my fingers and hands.

I looked around for something to wipe them off on, but Tom stopped me before I could.

"Lick them clean," Tom said.

I laughed, but Tom wasn't joking. Swinging his legs around to the floor and sitting up, he grabbed my wrist and squeezed it.

"I mean it," Tom said, pulling my hand up to my face.

The milky stuff was hanging all over my hand, and while I had tasted my own cum once, this was different. I let my tongue touch the quickly cooling semen, and after giving Tom a pained look, hoped that was enough.

"I want those fucking hands of yours cleaned," Tom said. "And after you get done with your hands, you can work on me."

He had the back of my scalp in his clenched fist, forcing me to lick his cum. It tasted a little chalky, but after a while I got used to it. My chin and mouth were sticky by the time I finished with my hands, but now Tom told me that I still had more to do.

"Clean me off the same way," Tom said, laying back down and motioning at his crotch.

There was some cum in his pubic hair and around the base of his cock, and some had trickled down to his scrotum. I didn't want to do this, but Tom made it clear that it wasn't my choice to make.

While holding his flaccid cock upright, my tongue lapped up the strings of semen in Tom's wiry pubic hair. As I did, his grip on my hair relaxed, becoming a more petting and caressing motion.

"That's it, now suck it clean around the stump," Tom said approvingly. "Get used to doing what you're doing, because when you come back tomorrow, you're going to be doing a lot of this."

Tomorrow? This was degrading enough for me. No way was I coming back for this. Having my head yanked around and being told to do stuff I didn't want to? No thanks. I enjoyed masturbating Tom, but after he had cum his attitude toward me really changed.

"My balls too," Tom said after I straightened up. "Lick that left nut clean."

My head got pushed down to do his bidding once more, and as I slid my tongue over the space between his cock and his balls he ground my face into him hard, forcing my to do a more thorough job than I had been doing.

"Now the head of my cock, and you're done," Tom said, wiggling his dick around. 

I found myself putting the head of his dick into my mouth and letting my tongue swab the drool on the tip of it before looking back up at Tom.

"There. Not so bad, was it?" he said, slapping my cheek with his cock a couple of times, and when he saw my shocked reaction to that, he kept doing it even more. 

"You'll be a first-rate cocksucker by the time summer's over," he said, clubbing my cheeks with his limp cock while I kept my face there and took it like a pansy.

I said nothing, feeling my face flush with embarassment as I finally stood up and looked for my clothes. Getting dressed in silence, I felt Tom's eyes watching me fumble in my haste to get dressed.

"Is little Jimmy mad at me?" Tom asked in a patronizing voice, standing up and moving over to me.

"You didn't have to treat me like that," I said, trying not to look at Tom's cock as it swayed from side to side as he walked.

"You loved it," Tom said, grabbing me again by the back of the neck. "You'll be home jerking off that puny pecker of yours all night thinking about today. This was the greatest day of your life, and even now when you're acting like a sissy and pretending to be hurt and offended, you can't wait until tomorrow."

"I'm not - I won't be able to," I stammered, looking for my shirt.

"Yes you will," Tom said, picking up my shirt from the floor and holding it out to me but not letting go. "You'll be back here tomorrow at 11. When you get here, you're going to stop at the house first, knock on the door and introduce yourself to my Mom and tell her that you're coming up here to work out with me." 

I said nothing but just stood there and tried and failed to make eye contact with Tom as I waited for him to let go of my shirt.

"Don't cry," Tom said mockingly. "I hate babies."

"I'm not crying," I snapped back pulling my shirt away from him and pulling it on before spinning around and heading for the door.

"Eleven," Tom said before I opened the door and fled. "Do not be late."

I closed the door behind me and practically ran down the stairs. Come back again tomorrow? He had another thing coming. I looked back toward the garage and saw Tom standing there in the window, brazenly and unabashedly naked as he watched me flee.

The one thing that I was certain of, I thought to myself as I headed home, that there was no way I was going to be back there at 11 the next morning or any other day. 




Little Jimmy Grows Up



...

Chapter Eight: Prophet.

I wasn't back at Tom's house at 11 the next morning. It was more like 10:45, and I walked slowly around the cul de sac while checking my watch every ten seconds until it was a couple of minutes to 11.

Tom was a prophet. He knew me better than I knew myself, and now here I was doing precisely what Tom had told me to do, which was walking up to the door of Tom's house and ringing the doorbell.

"Hello," I said nervously to the middle-aged woman who came to the door. "I'm Jimmy Ellis, and uh... I'm going to go back to Tom's place and work out with him. Okay?" 

The lady, who had a faint resemblance to the Brady Bunch mom, looked me up and down with a quizzical expression but then simply nodded and motioned for me to go back to the garage.

I climbed the stairs, feeling like a trained pet. At least I was walking, I thought glumly. Tom could have made me crawl.

I had jerked off several times after getting home, just as Tom had said I would, even humping my pillow when I woke up in the middle of the night with a boner, and while I did I thought of everything he had made me do as well as things he would make me do. Earlier in the evening I had taken a cucumber out of the refrigerator and practiced sucking on it. I even dug out a woolen blanket from the closet and rubbed myself into it, imagining it was Tom's hairy body against mine.

And now here I was knocking on the door and Tom was opening it, checking his watch and nodding.

"You're a minute late. Strip down," he said as he walked away from me.

Tom was wearing only a jock strap, and a shiver went down my spine as I saw his pale white buttocks with the elastic straps framing and cutting into them. Even his ass was muscular, I noted as I watched him walking.

"Don't lock it," Tom said curtly when he saw me move toward the knob of the latch.

I shed my clothes as I followed Tom over to the weight bench, surprised that I was not embarrassed by the fact that by the time I was down to my underwear I already had a boner.

"Get those underwear of yours off too. Spot me," Tom said as he got into position under the weights.

I pulled my fruit of the looms down as he had instructed me and stood by the bench and looked down at Tom. Effortlessly, he lifted the bar up from the brackets and began pressing what had to be more than I weighed with little effort. The thought that I was spotting him was ludicrous, because there was no way that I was going to be able to budge that even if I had to.

Instead I merely stood above his head and watched him lift. His muscles began to swell up like he was Popeye or something, with his biceps turning into from merely large into chisled steel before my eyes. Sweat began to form on his body, making the bare smooth skin glisten and the hairy bits bead up.

I saw a drop of cum splat down on the black vinyl of the bench right next to Tom's head. It had dripped out of my dick, and I casually wiped my pecker with the back of my hand before dabbing up the mess before Tom could see it.

After Tom lifted for a while, he set the weights on the rack and got up on his feet, stretching and turning his torso as I watched.

"Come here," Tom said, and when I went over to him he told me to take his jock off for him.

I pulled off the damp elastic support, watching his cramped cock slowly elongate as it got free of its binding. After Tom stepped out of the straps, I folded the soggy jock and set it down.

"Such a neat little man you are," Tom snickered, motioning to the towel that was sitting on a chair. "You can dry me off now."

I got the towel and began rubbing Tom's back, using slow circular motions on the rippling muscles that were still bulging from his workout. Even Tom's back was hairy, lightly coated with a flaming red pelt that went from his shoulders down to the base of his spine.

His ass was smooth, his firm buttocks a pale pink in color, and then the hair began again on his upper thighs, getting thicker and denser down to his ankles. After finishing the assignment of drying Tom's back, I moved around to the front, toweling off his legs while at eye level with his flaccid cock.

"You want that cock of mine real bad," Tom said, noting my staring. "You'll get it - later. All you want and more."

Using the towel on his privates, I pulled on his cock to dry it, and then dried his scrotum as he spread those tree-trunk like thighs to accomodate me. Leaving his cock reluctantly, my toweling continued on his chest, and when he lifted his arms, I scrubbed the now completely damp towel through his armpit hair.

"Mmmm," Tom purred, linking his hands behind his head while looking at me doing his bidding with what must have appeared to be nothing short of total devotion. "Got a thing for my armpits, don't you?"

I shrugged, suddenly realizing that he must be right. What was it about those thickly furred hollows that interested me so? The musky aroma that filled my nostrils as I toweled Tom sent chills down my spine. How many times had a pleasured myself while looking at his yearbook photo, staring at the very same sculpted arms and shoulders that I was now touching? How many quarts of semen had I spat out while gazing at the pictures of those thick forests of hair under these massive arms of his?

"Do what you did yesterday," Tom said. "You know you want to."

Wordlessly, I leaned forward, my parched tongue moving through the dense thicket of burnt orange fur. After a few tentative licks, I found myself lapping at Tom's armpit like an animal, leaning on Tom for support.

My dick was resting on his upper thigh, and it wasn't until I heard Tom chuckle that I realized that I was humping his thigh, my dick pointing upward and flattened against Tom's coarse leg hair.

Tom was chuckling at me, but I didn't care. I was so aroused that I didn't care how stupid or crazed I might have seemed to be. With my arms wrapped around his furry and chisled torso, I came hard, spurting my load all over Tom's thigh and hip as I kept my face buried under his arm.

"Looks like you've got another mess to clean up," Tom said when my body finally stopped convulsing, putting his hand on my shoulder and moving me onto my knees. "Hope you like the taste of your own spunk. Damn, when you cum you really cum."

My semen was hanging all over Tom's hip and thigh, and as I licked my seed off of him, my eyes were fixed on his cock as it hung limply just inches away from my tongue.

Tom was going to want me to suck it just like he had sucked mine yesterday, and I really wanted to. Practicing on that cucumber might have been stupid, but now I was glad that I did. Looking at the conical head of his cock, which seemed as big as a lemon to me, I figured that I could fit that in my mouth, but how much further down could my lips go? Tom had taken my whole dick in his mouth, but there was no way I would be able to do anything like that to him.

"You want to suck on it, don't you Jimmy?" Tom asked, almost like he was reading my mind.

I nodded, reaching over and lifting the rubbery tube. I kissed the tip of the crown, and was about to put the crown into my mouth when Tom pulled my head away.

"Later," Tom said. "Lunch is coming. Go answer the door."

....

Chapter Nine: Lunch.

In a panic, I ran over to grab my clothes as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but was stopped by Tom.

"No," Tom snapped. "Go answer the door just as you are."

"What?" I said, looking at him like he was insane.

"You heard me," Tom growled, grabbing me by the bicep in a grip that made me cry out. "And don't you EVER question anything I tell you to do again. NEVER! Understood? You don't want to make me mad, and if you ever make me look bad in front anybody, you'll pay. Now go open the door."

I had made a couple of steps on very shaky legs when I heard the knock at the door, and I looked back at Tom for some kind of reprieve from this, but all he gave me was a steely glare in return, I also noticed that he wasn't putting any clothes on either. 

I opened the door a crack and saw the Florence Henderson look-alike holding a tray, a placid excpression on her face.

"I have lunch for you boys," she said as she eased the door open and walked into the room.

I cowered in the corner as this incredibly surreal scene unfolded in front of me. There was this forty-something woman, looking very dignified and everything, walking into a sweltering attic while two sweating naked guys stood there, one covering himself up and trying to hide and the other brazenly standing their with his enormous manhood hanging there for all to see.

"Thanks Mom," Tom said walking over to his mother as she set the tray of fruits and juices on the table, and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She smiled grimly, not even a bit rattled by all of this, and calmly turned around and walked back toward the still open door, where I was trying to hide behind it.

"You met Jimmy, right Mom?" Tom asked, and she smiled and nodded at me. "I'm going to make a real man out of Jimmy before the summer's over, right Jimbo?"

"Uh, yeah," I mumbled, hands cupped over my crotch.

"Show my Mom your physique," Tom said. "That way she'll see how much we've accomplished over the summer. Get out from behind the door and strike a pose like Charles Atlas for my Mom."

I winced as I looked to Tom, but his eyes were blazing as he smiled. 

"Jimmy?" Tom said with an edge to his voice, so with a pained expression I moved from behind the door and brought my arms up, striking what must have been the most pathetic muscleman pose in human history.

Tom's mother had a hard time keeping that smile on her face as I flexed my arms, because her eyes had gone down right where you would expect they would. If she wasn't impressed by the bony upper physique of the 5'7" 120 pound nerd doing his best Charles Atlas pose, the look on her face when she saw my tiny pecker was as horror-stricken as my own.

"Well, good luck," she said, keeping her eyes focused on my sad little dick as she moved toward the doorway, but then stopping at the top of the landing just outside the entrance. "Tom, may I have a word with you please?"

Tom ducked out of the room briefly before poking his head back in at me.

"Jimmy, do you have a driver's license?"

"Uh, yeah, but I don't have a car," I replied.

"Go get it."

I went over to my crumpled pants and fished out my wallet, walking back with my license in one hand and my dick hiding behind the other.

A brief conversation appeared, after which I heard his mother go back down the stairs as Tom came back in and closed the door behind himself.

"What was that all about?" I asked as Tom threw my license back at me.

"She thought I was corrupting a kid," Tom snapped in annoyance. "When she saw that you were not only 18 but were a month older than me she couldn't believe it. She said she thought you were about 12. Probably hasn't seen a tiny dick like yours since my old man left her." 

"No," I said, letting his stinging comment slide. "I mean what was all of that? Us standing around here naked?"

"What's wrong with that?" Tom asked. "She's seen naked guys before. Probably wishes she could see more of them."

"But you're her son," I sputtered.

"So? Your mother's never seen you naked?"

"Not since I was a baby," I said defiantly.

"How come? Because you're ashamed about how little your dick is?"

"No, I wouldn't even care if mine was as big as yours is. I wouldn't be walking around waving it at her because I know she wouldn't want to see it."

"So what are you saying?" Tom asked, getting into my face. "Are you saying my mother is weird?"

"No, I said backing away. "I didn't mean that."

"Well, it sure sounds like it," Tom said. "And you're pissing me off."

...

Chapter Ten: Pissing Tom off.

I had taken a couple of steps back, but wasn't prepared for what happened next, not that it would have mattered. In the span of about 30 seconds, I had been sent flying onto the vinyl mat in the corner of the room, and as I gasped for air Tom already had my arms yanked behind me and was threating to snap them like pretzels.

"Fucking pussy," Tom said as he sat on my backside and kept my arms pulled up behind me.

Even feeling his cock and balls against my skin couldn't take my mind off of the pain in my shoulders, but the more I whimpered in agony the more Tom applied the pressure.

"Remember. Don't cry," Tom said sharply. "I don't care what else you do, just don't cry. Whine like a pussy. Beg for mercy all you want."

"You're hurting my shoulders."

"Well then, I guess we should stretch them out a little."

I was yanked roughly to my feet, offering little resistance as Tom did what he wanted to me, and what he wanted was what I had feared so much yesterday.

...

Chapter Eleven: Bound and gagged.

"Comfy?" Tom asked, seeming to enjoy my discomfort as I stood helpless with my wrists secured in the leather bracelts that were attached to the beam.

"No," I said, trying not to have the step stool I was standing on roll away from under my feet as I looked out the window. "Your mother!"

"Ah yes, my mother," Tom said. "Anything more to say about her?"

"She can see me," I complained, looking out at the woman who was sitting on the patio deck facing us.

"She already saw you. Now you think she's trying to see more of you? You think she wants you?"

"Wants me?" I asked. "No, I didn't say that. She doesn't want me any more than I want her."

"Oh, so you don't think she's good looking?" Tom asked, and when I looked in his hand I saw he had a leather strap in his hand. A pliant black strap about a foot long that Tom was running his hand over.

"No," I protested. "She's pretty, it's just that..."

The strap stung as Tom slapped me across the back with it, and I cried out in pain, although it truth it sounded much worse than it felt. The cracking sound echoed in my ears and sent a shiver down my spine as Tom continued to berate me.

"So my Mom's pretty. You want to fuck her?"

"What? No!"

Tom swung the strap harder this time, causing me to yelp from the sting.

"She's not good enough for you to fuck?" Tom sneered.

"Yes. I mean - you're twisting everything I say."

"You want to screw my Mom?" he asked, the strap smacking me on the ass this time.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say," I protested.

"The truth will set you free," Tom advised, smacking me with the strap across my shoulder blades.

My back stung, my wrists and hands were numb and my shoulders were really hurting. Sweat was pouring down my face, making my eyes burn, and when Tom came around to the front of me, his eyes blazed again.

"You aren't crying, are you?" he said as he looked hard at my face.

"No, it's sweat," I said while shaking my head rapidly. 

"You're having fun, aren't you Jimmy?"

"No, please let me down," I said. "I'll do anything you want, but please let me down."

"Correction," Tom said. "You'll do anything I want, period. I don't think you want to get down yet though. You're liking it too much."

"I don't like it," I said. "It hurts."

"I don't believe you, Jimmy. I think you like this a lot. I think you like the feel of the belt on your back, I think you like the sound of the strap hitting you, and I think you love being tied up like this. Want to know how I know that?"

Tom didn't wait for an answer, and instead reached over and flicked my penis with his finger. A penis that was pointing straight ahead at the window.

"Your mouth says no but your dick says yes," Tom laughed. "You're as hard as a rock, Jimmy."

Tom's finger poked at my dick, making it bounce up and down wildly, before looking down at the step stool I was precariously perched on.

"Maybe you'll like this better," Tom suggested, giving the stool a swift kick that sent it flying away from me. As the stool went away, my body dropped down as I hung by my wrists with my feet kicking in the air.

I cried out as I tried but failed to have my feet touch the floor to relieve the pressure on my numb wrists. Tom might have thought that I was tall enough so that my feet would be on the ground, as I noticed a startled look on his face for a second when he saw my prediciment.

Tom brought a couple of milk crates over and placed them in front of me, even helping to put them under my feet before spreading them out wide. Now my wrists were spared but the insides of my thighs were straining as I tried to keep my feet on the crates. 

"That's perfect," Tom decided.

"Can you put them closer together please?" I whined, limbs straining from being stretched into this X position..

"I could," Tom said slowly. "But I won't. I like you just as you are now. Your balls look so nice hanging down like that."

When I saw Tom's hand reach down between my legs, for a second I thought he was going to do something painful to me, and maybe he thought that the rough treatment he proceeded to give my sac was punishment, but it wasn't to me.

"Ohhh!" I moaned as Tom's hands squeezed and kneaded my balls roughly in his fist.

"Jimmy likes his balls played with, I see," Tom chuckled, handling my sac with even more enthusiasm upon seeing my reaction.

As my nuts churned in Tom's grip, the pressure of the back of his thumb on the area between the base of my dick and the top of my scrotum grew more firm, and I gasped when I realized what was about to occur.

"Damn!" Tom yelped when he saw what was happening, and even though my vision was a bit clouded from the sweat and the intensity of my orgasm, I had no problem seeing the ropes of cum that blasted out of my madly jerking dick, squirting a few feet out in front of us and landing just shy of the window.

My entire body quivered as my orgasm just kept going and going, with Tom laughing as he kept squeezing my nuts until my dick went limp.

"That's the biggest load of cum I've ever seen come out of somebody", Tom noted as he undid the braclets and helped me down to my feet. "And I've seen plenty. Clean up your mess."

Tom let me use the sweaty towel to wipe up my spunk, and after I finished he came over to where I was kneeling in front of the window, trying to stay out of his mother's sight.

"You know what I want. We want, I mean," Tom added, and when I looked over at him, with his hands on his hips and his cock dangling inches from my face, there was no mistaking what he meant.

"My mouth," I said, buying me a couple of seconds to. "Dry."

"Here," Tom said as he handed me a bottle of baby oil. "Don't swallow it, just take a mouthful. and rinse."

When I hesitated, Tom reached for the bottle, threatening to stick it down my throat for me before I reluctantly squirted some into my mouth. I tried not to choke as I worked it around my parched mouth.

"Now spit it out into your hands, work it in and get busy," Tom said, and after I did that, he grabbed me by the back of the head and drew me closer to him. 

My lubricated hands seized his cock, with my right clutching the trunk of the massive organ and my left a couple inches further up. After taking a deep breath I let my lips slid over the glans while my slick hands slid up and down the shaft of his member. 

"Watch the teeth," Tom cautioned me as I accidently grazed him, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could to avoid hurting him. "That's it. Suck that cock hard."

My mouth was sliding up and down the head of his tool under Tom's vocal and physical urging, and as I felt him get harder, it got easier to suck on it. The cucumber practice was paying off, and as I got more adept, Tom let go of my head.

"You're a quick learner," Tom said. "Grab the shaft harder and spin your hands."

I squeezed his cock as hard as my slippery grip allowed, and Tom began rocking his hips in a deliberate rhythm so that he was in effect fucking my face. His cock was going a little deeper with every thrust, and I got see that I was soon able to take almost half of him into my mouth before gagging a little when the tip hit the top of my throat.




Little Jimmy Grows Up



"Damn, that's good," Tom gasped, breathing harder as he began moving faster in and out of my mouth, his nuts smacking me in the neck every time he moved forward.

Implusively, I took my upper hand off of his cock and brought it down to his nuts, rolling the weighty balls in my hand for a minute and hearing Tom moan in pleasure.

"Cumming," Tom said after a minute of this, grabbing the back of my head so I could not back away even if I had wanted to.

I choked a little when I felt the first squirt of cum hit my throat, but after that the cum just flowed out of him, and I eagerly swallowed it all as he came.

Having sampled it yesterday, I was already familar with the taste of Tom's seed, but it was much more fun taking it right from the tap like this, and I kept sucking on him until Tom pulled me off.

"Good, Jimmy," Tom said rubbing my aching shoulders in gratitude before pulling me up to my feet. "Time for lunch."

I welcomed the chance to drink something, because even though I kinda enjoyed the taste of Tom's dick and cum, that baby oil had left a nasty coating that I wanted to lose. After we ate, Tom looked down at my dick, which was pointing at him.

"You look like you're having fun," Tom said with a snicker. 

I shrugged and nodded, not mentioning the fact that I pretty much had a constant erection anyway, and being so close to a naked Tom was only making that condition chronic.

"I think I'm going to have some more fun with you," Tom said, indicating that he wanted me to get up on the stool so that he could put those bracelets on me again.

"Can't we do something else?" I whined, but wisely put up no struggle as he bound my wrists once more.

"This will be different," Tom assured me. "Got to get you all ready."

"Ready for what?" I whimpered, the look on Tom's face making me uneasy.

"Ready for me to fuck you in the ass."

....

Chapter Twelve: Prepping me.

My throbbing shoulders protested being stretched out again, but I had already figured out that complaining did no good and would only make it worse, so I stood there silently as Tom walked around me.

"Nice ass," I heard him say behind me, feeling his hands on my butt cheeks, squeezing them like they were melons. "Good and firm. Spread them."

"What?" I asked, a split second before I felt Tom's finger at my anus, poking inward.

"I said spread them," He barked, pushing what felt like a lubricated finger right into my ass without warning.

"Damn, you're tight," Tom remarked as I yelped after he slid his finger in farther. "Don't you ever do this to yourself?"

"Me? No," I replied while squirming.

"Feels good doesn't it?"

"I guess," I managed to reply.

"If you relax, you'll like it even more," Tom advised me, his finger now fully impaled inside of me, and as he spun it around in a corkscrewing fashion I groaned.

"You're... uh... only kidding, right?" I asked, my body moving involuntarily as the digit went in and out of my previously virignal cavity.

"About what?"

"Putting your thing in my - you know?"

"Say it."

"About you putting your cock in my... ass." 

"Of course I'm not," Tom replied, and after his finger slipped out of my anal cavity I felt myself missing his intrusive probing. "What's to kid about?"

"I don't want that."

"Yes you do," Tom said as he came around to face me, and his glare made me wither as he stared me down. 

"It's not even possible to do that," I said as my eyes took on his semi-turgid cock which swayed menacingly in front of him.

"Of course it is," Tom assured me. "Boy, you really don't know much about anything do you? You never heard of anal sex?"

"I guess so, but it just doesn't seem possible."

"Why?"

"Because of your, you know, dick. It's too big."

"So?"

"But," I sputtered, trying to plead my case. "You could see how tight my bottom was for your finger, and your dick is way bigger than that."

"You'll take it all right," Tom said. "Besides, you don't really have much choice. You refuse - you leave."

"But won't it hurt?"

"Hell now. I'm going to love it," Tom laughed.

"I mean me. It's gonna hurt me, isn't it?"

"Yes," Tom said coldly. "It's going to hurt a lot, especially at first. In time you'll get used to it, and before long you'll be begging me for it."

"Why do you like it so much?" I bravely asked. "Scaring me and hurting me, I mean."

"Good question," Tom said. "I don't really know. I guess another good question would be why you like me to do it. Why do you like being so submissive and weak? Having me do things to you and justifying it to yourself by saying you were forced into it?"

"I don't."

"Bullshit," Tom countered. "I remember back in school when that asshole Gordon Somers used to pick on you. He used to push you around and slap you silly whenever he saw you. One time I heard he punched you out after school and you didn't even fight back. You just stood there and took it."

"It would have been worse if I tried to hit him back," I reasoned weakly. "He was a tough guy, and I can't fight."

"He was a punk, and was sure as hell not tough," Tom sneered. "I have a feeling you liked the attention, and maybe even liked the abuse. What do you think?"

I had no answer for that, and as I shrugged and looked out the window Tom went over to a desk in the corner. Before I knew what was going on I saw the flash of a camera.

"What?" I said as I looked in horror at Tom snapping a picture with a Polaroid camera. A picture of me in all my naked glory, hanging from a beam with my boner waving proudly in front of me.

"For the archives," Tom remarked, snapping another and another before peeling them off and showing me the results.

I looked pitiful. My face was completely recognizable. There would be no denying it was me. My life was ruined.

"Don't worry," Tom said as I tried to keep the tears from flowing. "This is just for my protection. I trust you, but you never know what might happen. You might throw a hissy fit and start telling people about what we're doing, or try to blackmail me."

"I would never. I swear."

"I believe you," Tom said. "These are just my insurance policy, just in case you start telling people that I'm some kind of pervert. That would ruin my life. I'd never get to be President like that."

"Besides," Tom added. "All those months being at college will probably make me miss you, so I can look at this and remember. Maybe even jerk off looking at you. Wouldn't that be a switch?"

It certainly would, and after Tom put the photos away, he returned to me. Running his hands up and down my slippery body as the perspiration kept flowing off of me, his eyes traveled upwards.

"You know what would make you look even sexier?" Tom asked while his fingers stroked my armpit. "Getting rid of this here."

I chirped in shock as Tom plucked a hair out from my underarm.

"Don't. Please," I whimpered as he began plucking my armpit hairs, the pinching feeling that resulted being far less painful than humiliating.

"Won't take long," Tom said jovially. "Never been with a guy less hairy than you."

After a couple dozen more pinching sensations later, Tom had managed to pluck my left armpit clean. All those years of waiting for those sparse signs of adulthood were suddenly gone in less than a minute. Sensing my feelings, Tom slid his hand up and down my smooth armpit.

"Really does look sexier this way," Tom remarked as he surveyed his work, and to my surprise he leaned forward and ran his tongue up and down the sweaty hollow, causing me to cry out with pleasure.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Tom asked. "Now you know how I feel when you do it to me."

I didn't protest when Tom moved to my right side and repeated his actions, right down to the electric sensation of his tongue making me shudder.

"Since we've gone this far," Tom mused, walking over to the bathroom and returning with a razor and a can of shaving cream.

"This won't take long," Tom said after squirting a tiny wad of cream into his palm and rubbing it though the tuft of hair over my dick, completely ignorning my begging for him to stop.

He was right about it not taking long, since the area where the hair covered was about the size of a steel wool pad. After he prepped the area, he took my dick in one hand and with careful strokes began removing yet another sign of my manhood.

Was I ashamed at being treated like this? Indeed I was. Problem was that I had a funny way of expressing my outrage. Tom had just made the final swipe with the razor when the combination of his holding and pulling my cock away from my body as he shaves me, along with the sensuous sliding of the razor on my skin, did the trick.

"Awww!" I groaned, feeling my dick begin squirting another load all over the floor.

Tom was laughing as this happened, even doing some rubbing to encourage my orgasm, until I went limp in his hand.

"You're like a freaking orgasm machine," Tom said as he wiped the cum from the back of his hand onto my stomach and stepped over the mess. "Don't ever get enough, do you?"

...

Chapter Fourteen: Getting enough.

"You know what this is?" Tom asked, holding up a white plastic device shaped like a rocket.

I shook my head no, and was startled when Tom did something to the thing, causing the thing to hum loudly in his hand.

"It's my Mom's," Tom explained as he brought it over to my chest and rubbed it on my nipple.

"Ooh!" I said, feeling my nub tingle as the vibrating device made contact with me. "That feels nice."

"It's only been used on her so far, so you'll be the first. This should loosen up your ass some."

Tom lathered on some vaseline and held it in front of my eyes for effect before walking behind me.

"Relax," Tom said, easing his finger into me again before bringing the cold tip of the device to my anus.

"Won't you get in trouble?" I asked, trying to delay what was going to happen. "I mean, if she finds out you took it."

"She knows I have it," Tom explained, spinning the device around in his hand. "Let me explain something to you, Jimmy boy. It doesn't matter whether it's up here or over in the main house. Either place, I'm in charge. I'm the man of the house in every way. I have been since my old man got thrown out."

"I don't understand."

"You will," Tom assured me as he pushed the device inside of me, making my knees buckle and causing my arms to strain to keep me upright.

"Ow!"

"Don't be a pussy. This puny thing is nothing. It's barely bigger than your own dick. Now relax and enjoy it."

While it had felt like Tom had rammed this thing all the way up into me, that soon turned out to be wrong, as he continued to work the vibrator further and further up into me. The tingling and the undulating motion began having an effect on me, as did Tom's words.

"You like it, don't you? I told you that you would. Now just imagine how nice my cock is going to feel when I slide it inside of you."

I was whimpering, feeling like a marionette as I squirmed while being violated by his mother's vibrator. What would she think if she knew what was happening, or did she already know? The window - I couldn't see her, but could she see me? I didn't know, and for the moment at least, I didn't care.

Tom walked around to face me, leaving the humming tool buried deep inside of my anal cavity as he admired his handiwork, stroking his cock as he watched. He was almost erect now, and as his fist ran up and down the length of his enormous member, I tried to figure out how in the world this was going to happen.

"You aren't going to - you know - put your whole thing inside of me, are you?" I asked in a voice I didn't recognize.

"You want it all?" Tom asked with a cackle. "How much of it do you want? How about half the first time?"

"No, that's too much. Maybe just put the tip in for a minute, okay? I just don't want you to hurt me."

"Yes you do," Tom said in a matter-of-fact tone, leaning against me and biting my nipple as his hand reached back and churned the vibrator around in me. "I think Jimmy likes to be hurt, don't you?"

On the crates, I was a little taller than Tom, yet I still felt drawfed by him. After Tom leaned away from me, he took his cock in his fist again and began to rub it around my spent dick, and soon he was clubbing my little stem with his cock. It didn't hurt, but the absurd sight of it was exciting me despite it all.

"It's time," Tom suddenly said as he yanked the toy out of my ass, reaching up and undoing the bracelets before leading me over to the cot.

I got cold feet when we neared the edge of the bed, but Tom was having none of that. Pushing me face-first into the mattress, he climbed on top of me and spread my ass cheeks.

"Get up on your knees," Tom growled. "I want your ass up high and your face in that pillow.

"Oh!" I groaned as I felt something slide into me, but my relief at discovering it was only his finger soon disappeared when a second finger went in with it.

"Relax," Tom said as I yelped out in shock and discomfort, but that was easier said than done. "It'll be a lot better for you if you don't fight it too much."

After fumbling with the lubricant for a second, freshly lathering up his fully engorged organ, he climbed behind me and prodded at my opening before moving closer.

...

Chapter Fifteen: It hurts.

The fingers came out and before I knew it, they were replaced by the head of Tom's cock. I was shocked at how easy it slid in, and as the cone penetrated my anus, Tom's moan sent a shiver down my spine.

"Damn, you're tight," Tom grunted. 

"It hurts. Is that it? Is it all in?" I asked hopefully, because while it hurt, it was no worse that the vibrator had been.

Tom laughed at that, telling me that he only had the head of his cock inside of me.

"Since you like that so much, here's some more."

Tom's hands held my hips as he pushed forward slowly, and as he pushed his cock into me, I felt like I was being split in two as the increasingly thick shaft slid into my tender opening.

"Please," I whimpered, trying to stifle my sobbing into the pillow my face was buried in.

"I knew you'd end up begging for it," Tom cackled, pulling himself back out of me before impaling me even deeper.

"No," I cried out at Tom, not sure whether he was misunderstanding me or just mocking me.

"You love it," Tom insisted, moving in and out of me faster and harder. "I've only got half of it in you so far. You want the rest?"

"Please don't," I asked, knowing full well that my complaining was only exciting and inciting Tom more. 

"Tell me you like it then."

"I like it," I gasped, feeling Tom's sweaty and hairy body encircling me and holding me tight.

"What do you like?" Tom asked, grabbing my hair with his hand and pulling my head up.

"Love your cock - in me. In my ass. It's so big."

It hurt. It hurt a lot. For what seemed like forever Tom continued to thrust his massive cock in and out of me, stretching my orifice beyond anything I could have dreamed possible, but by the time he started to come, I not only had gotten used to it, I was sorry it was over.

Tom let out a gutteral groan as he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. I felt his cock jerk a couple times as his cum filled my bowels with warmth, and seconds later my knees gave out as Tom collapsed on top of me.

"You alright, Jimmy?" Tom asked, his deflating cock still inside of me.

"Yes," I answered with a touch of sadness in my voice as he pulled his now-flaccid cock out of my ass and rolled beside me, rubbing my back.

"That was good," Tom said. "Let's take a shower."

Tom rolled off of the cot easily, but I had a lot more difficulty. My butt felt like Tom was still inside me as he helped me to my feet, and when I made my first few steps I felt his seed drool out of my ass and down the insides of my thighs.

We stepped into the shower stall after Tom had adjusted the temperature, and the warmth of the spray was soothing, but not as soothing as Tom's hands as they soaped and gently scrubbed my body.

Taking special care around my very raw and aching parts, I enjoyed the tender treatment he gave me so much that I wanted to stay in the shower forever. Tom even toweled me off and helped me get dressed afterward.

"Uh - can I come over tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.

"What for?" Tom asked.

"You know," I said shyly.

"I told you, didn't I?" Tom replied as he escorted me to the door, his hand on the back of my neck. "Didn't I tell you that you'd end up begging for more? You want me to fuck you again, right?"

I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush at the realization that he was right.

"Next time - I won't baby you like I did today," Tom informed me.

"Huh?" I mumbled, not even aware that he had babied me at all. My anus felt like I just had a baseball bat slammed up inside of me, my back stung from the strap he had used on it and my skin tingled from the places that he had removed my body hair from. Babied?

"I'm not sure right now," Tom said. "Give me a call tonight."

Feeling a bit hurt, I slowly navigated the stairs and waddled along the side of the house. Tom's mother was standing in the doorway when I went past, and I nodded while sheepishly passing her.

"Are you all right, Jimmy?" she asked in a motherly tone.

"Uh - fine," I said, hurrying past her and heading home.

...

Chapter Sixteen: Calling.

"So I was wondering," I stammered into the phone. "About tomorrow, I mean."

"I dunno," Tom answered. "What would we do?"

"Stuff. Like - uh - the stuff we did today."

"You been thinking about what we did today?" Tom asked.

"Yes."

"How many times did you jerk off thinking about me?"

"Just once."

"So what would you do if you came over here tomorrow?"

"I dunno. Anything you wanted me to, I guess. Maybe... I was thinking that maybe I could do - you know - do to you what you did to me?"

"Fuck me in the ass?" Tom said, and laughed. "With that puny little dick of yours? Ain't gonna happen, Jimmy. I only give. Never take, although I probably wouldn't even feel it if you did try to put your little weenie in me."

"That's okay," I said while backpedaling quickly. "I mean, the other stuff would be okay too."

"Only one thing of yours is ever going up my ass," Tom informed me. "Come to think about it, I could go for a rim job right about now. Come on over here."

"Now?" I asked. "It's after 10."

"You want to come over here tomorrow, get over here now and rim me."

"I don't even know what that is," I protested.

"You'll find out," was his response just before hanging up.

I found myself on my bike, pedaling over the darkened streets to Tom's house. When I rode in through the driveway, Tom flagged me down before I went back to the garage.

"In here," Tom said from the doorway, and after I set my bike against the house I went up the steps and into his house.

Tom's mother was sitting on the couch, only half watching TV when I followed Tom into the living room. I was shocked that Tom was wearing what he was wearing, which was only a pair of boxer shorts that barely managed to contain all of the manhood crammed inside of them.

"Hello," I mumbled in greeting as she looked at me.

"We're going to be in my room for a little while," Tom told his mother and with that he brought me down the hall to his bedroom.

"Let's see how badly you really want to be with me," Tom said as he closed the door behind us.

"What you said you wanted me to do. I don't know what that is."

"A rim job?" Tom replied, sliding the boxer shorts down and stepping out of them. "Stick out your tongue."

I did as he asked and Tom grabbed it and held onto it while he explained.

"A rim job is when you use your tongue on my asshole," Tom said, enjoying the look of horror on my face as he gripped my tongue hard. "You lick all around the balloon knot, and then you dip your tongue into it."




Little Jimmy Grows Up



"What?" I said after he finally let go of my tongue. "That's..."

"It's what you're going to do," Tom said in a matter-of-fact voice while climbing onto his bed on all fours. "Get busy or get out. I haven't got all night."

I turned and reached for the doorknob, convinced that this was too much. No way I could do this. Then I looked back at Tom who was waiting for me on his hands and knees with his back to me. His cock was almost touching the bedding as it hung limply between his muscular thighs, and his pendulous nut sack swung lazily as he moved down toward the headboard.

My hand went away from the door, and I found myself walking toward the bed despite myself. Climbing onto the mattress, I knelt behind Tom, putting my hands on his hips very tentatively. My hands slid up and down the back of Tom's legs, the dense hairs coarse to the touch.

Spreading Tom's ass cheeks apart, I looked at his orifice, which had a spray of burnt orange hairs around the opening. Making several false starts toward it, I tried to summon enough courage to do it.

The musky and pungent scent increased as my face got closer, and when I could delay no longer, I started sliding my tongue around his anus. The musky, pungent aroma filled my nostrils as I licked his asshole.

"That's a good boy," Tom said, his hips undulating as I wiggled my tongue around. "Lick that ass good. Work my stuff with your hands while you suck that ass."

Tom was talking so loudly that I cringed when he spoke, but I kept doing what he told me to do. I massaged his balls for a while before reachig lower and grabing his cock. I pulled on the rubbery cock like I was milking a cow, yanking on the massive cock with both hands while keeping my face buried between his buttocks.

"That's it," Tom said in a loud stage voice that his mother could probably hear over the TV. "Work that tongue of yours up my hairy asshole! That's it. Get way up there!"

My tongue was aching before long, but Tom kept imploring me to keep going, so I kept at it, letting the tip of my tongue dip into his ass as far as I could while pumping his now-erect cock hard with my fist.

Just when I thought that my tongue couldn't take anymore, Tom spun around and threw me onto my back on the bedding. Holding my head in one hand and his cock with the other, he started ejaculating all over me. His spunk burned my eyes as the cum poured out of his cock and all over my face and neck, leaving me drenched with his semen.

After he stopped cumming, he rubbed his weapon all over my face, spreading his seed with his tool while looking down at the mess he had made.

"Tomorrow," Tom said as he got up and waited for me to climb off the bed. "Noon. I'll have a surprise for you too."

I hadn't even gotten my clothes off and Tom was pushing me out the door, warning me not to wipe the cum off my face until I got outside. Hiding myself from Tom's mother's eyes as I scurried past her, I hustled outside and got my bike as Tom walked along with me.

"Remember," Tom warned me. "Tomorrow at noon, and don't make me look bad."

I got on my bike and rode down the street until I reached a little patch of trees in a deserted area. Jumping off my bike, I walked in behind a bush, out of sight of any traffic, while dropping my pants. With only a couple of quick jerks, my cock exploded into the shrubbery while my tongue strained to lick my semen-coated cheeks.

Getting back on my bike, I rode home, filled with such a wide range of emotions that I couldn't even think straight. In the space of 36 hours, my entire life had changed completely, and there was the promise of more to come.

...

Chapter Seventeen: Red.

At noon the next day, I went to the door of his house and knocked, but there was no answer. There was a different car in the driveway than yesterday, a clunker of an Oldsmobile that looked to be on its last legs, so after knocking a couple more times with no response I headed back to the garage and climbed the stairs.

"About time," Tom said as he opened the door.

"I went to the house first," I explained as I went in to Tom's fortress of solitude.

There wasn't as much solitude as yesterday, I noticed quickly, because standing right behind Tom was a middle aged man. A little taller than Tom, the man looked weary and mean, with tattoos all over his hairy arms. He had thinning gray hair and a ruddy, weathered complexion with plenty of freckles.

"So this is your boy toy?" he man said, looking me over like I was a piece of meat.

"Yeah, this is Jimmy," Tom said. "This is my - uh - you call call him Red."

I sort of stuck out my hand, but this Red guy ignored it and kept on surveying me.

"Come on in," Tom said as he closed the door and ushered me over near the windown. "Today's another day of education for you. Gonna make a man out of you yet."

"That'll take some doing," Rec said as he walked along with us. 

"Get your clothes off," Tom said. "I want Red to take a look at you."

I gave Tom the briefest hint of a shocked expression before his eyes blazed briefly while he gave me that angry look that reminded me what he was expecting from me. Compliance, and that's what he was going to get no matter how ashamed and humiliated it made me.

My shirt came off, followed by my shorts and then very reluctantly, my underwear. My hands cupped my genitals only briefly before they got slapped away, and I was forced to stand there naked in front of this stranger.

"Ain't got no hair anywhere, does he?" Red asked, lifting my arm and looked at my smooth armpit, directing the question to Tom like I wasn't even there.

"He had a little, but I took care of that yesterday, didn't I Jimmy?" Tom asked, and I nodded obiediantly.

"That's the saddest excuse for a pecker that I've ever seen," Red remarked while reaching over and grabbing my stem by the head.

"My... Red isn't used to seeing guys with smaller dicks than him," Tom said before breaking into a loud laugh.

"Tommy boy, he thinks that everbody's cock is small that ain't as big as him and Johnny Wadd," Red said. "His little twig's getting hard."

Unbelievably, my dick was getting stiff under Red's grip, and as he rubbed it between his thumb and index finger, I got a raging hard-on.

"How much you got there, boy? Three inches?" Red chuckled while I squirmed.

"Check out his balls," Tom suggested. "Jimmy! Spread your legs a little so he can see them."

I did as Tom instructed, and Red's hand grabbed my nuts and hefted them.

"Damn, he does have a nice pair on him," Red said while kneading them even rougher than Tom had done yesterday. 

"Better watch out," Tom cautioned. "He cums like nobody you ever saw."

"Just from doing this?" Red asked. "I ain't fiddling with his pecker. I'm just working his egg sack."

"Step back. I'm not kidding you," Tom warned, and as Red stepped to the side, my balls got churned even harder by his fist.

"Like it rough, don't you Sport?" Red cackled, while Tom came around to the other side of me.

"Cum like you did yesterday," Tom hissed quietly in my ear while pinching my nipple. "Make me proud of you."

I had no idea how I could control something like that, but my orgasm was rushing up on me so fast that it didn't matter. Red's fist was twisting and squeezing my balls while the backside of his hand rubbed the underside of my dick.

My head started spinning as I came, with Tom almost having to hold me up as my body jerked involuntarily. I remember Red laughing manicially as he kept kneading and yanking on my sac long after I had stopped cumming, and I was relieved when he finally let go of my pouch.

"You should leave that there for your mother to see," Red said, waving toward the wads of semen that was sliding down the window facing the house.

"Maybe I will," Tom answered.

"Here," Red said, holding up the back of his hand where some of my cum had landed. "Clean up your mess."

I licked the back of Red's hand, swiping the string of seed off as best I could. After I finshed, Red examined the back of his hand before nodding and grabbing my nipple, twisting it while reveling in my pain.

"That's a good little twink," Red said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "Turn around. Let me see that ass of yours."

Tom turned me around when I didn'tmove fast enough, and I heard Red whistle as Tom bent me over.

"That's a sweet little ass."

"Forget it, Red," Tom replied. "You can look, but don't touch. That ass is all mine."

Red snorted, stepping out of his boxer shorts and grabbed his cock, pulling on it and stretching it out as Tom spun me back around.

"I'll take his mouth for now," Red said, and Tom eased me down roughly in ront of Red.

Red's cock wasn't as big as Tom's, but it was plenty bigger than mine. He was uncircumsized, and I could see the shape of the head through the foreskin where it was hiding.

"Suck it," Red said, waving the rubbery cock in my face as he peeled the foreskin back to expose the mushroom-shaped glans. "Suck my cock like you mean it."

I looked at Tom for guidance, but he just nodded toward Red and started taking off his own clothes. My shaking hand took Red's cock and brought it up to my mouth, taking the salty tube into my mouth and starting to suck on it.

"Damn," Red said as his cock swelled in my mouth. "He gives better head than your old lady."

"He never had a cock in his mouth before yesterday," Tom announced proudly, moving next to the older guy and waving his own cock in my face.

I went from cock to cock, sucking on one while jerking off the other. Red was easier to suck because his wasn't as much of a jaw breaker, but Tom's tasted so good, and I loved the way Tom's balls would slap me in the throat when he moved toward me.

The two men turned a little sideways so that the heads of their cocks were right next to each other, and Tom told me to try and put both of them into my mouth, something I tried and failed to do. Instead, he had me run my tongue over both of the crowns as they rubbed together.

"Watch this," Tom said, grabbing the lube and pulling me up and over to the cot.

"I got to have some of that," Red said.

"Take his mouth and be happy, or else you don't get anything.

"You take his whole 9, Sport?" Red asked as he watched Tom lubricate my anus.

"Not yet," Tom answered for me. "I'll work him up to that."

"This is gonna be sweet," Red snickered as Tom put the tip of his dick and my entrance and leaned forward while Red cackled like a lunatic in encouragement. "That's it! Split that fucking ass of his in two!" 

Tom slid inside of me easier this time, but I guess he must have been showing off because after he started moving in and out of me he went deeper and harder than before. Red had moved in front of me and was sticking his cock in my mouth, and I found it difficult to concentrate on what I was doing as Tom impaled me hard.

Tom came fast, and after he slipped out of me I was able to concentrate on taking care of Red orally, although he seemed to delight in being rougher than Tom. Grabbing me my the hair and forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, I almost choked when he shot his load down my throat, and I was happy when it was finally over.

"Your Mom coming home soon?" Red asked, and Tom nodded.

"Wouldn't want her to see me here," Red said, getting his clothes and making a quick departure, not even nodding to me as he left.

"You did good, Jimmy," Tom said. "I got stuff to do. Get going. I'll call you."

Feeling like I had just gotten the bum's rush, I left, feeling hurt in more ways than one. I hadn't pedaled very far when the rusty Olds pulled up alongside of me.

"Throw your bike in the trunk," Red snapped.

"I only live about a mile from here," I explained.

"Come on. Make it quick."

Not wanting to get in an argument with him in the middle of the street, I did as he asked and then hopped in the front seat.

"I live just off of Central Avenue," I said as he roared off.

"Oh yeah? Who the hell cares?" Red said, heading in the wrong direction. "We're gonna make a stop first. My place."

"It's just as easy for me to ride home," I stated to explain.

"You're really a hot looking guy," Red said. "You sure like Tommy too, I can tell."

"Yes," I answered, looking out the window nervously while he drove into the city.

"You like the really big dicks, don't you?" Red said.

"I don't know," I said, not liking the tone of his voice.

"Mine isn't too shabby, was it?" Red said. "Hell of a lot bigger than that sad little dick of yours, that's for damn sure! You did a nice job sucking me off. I liked what Tommy did better, though. You took a whole lot of meat up your ass back there, you know that?"

"I really have to go home."

I wasn't going home. We ended up in a crummy neighborhood somewhere in the city, miles from my house. I followed Red into the building and the shabby apartment where he apparently lived.

"In there," Red said. motioning into the messy studio apartment and toward the unmade bed that dominated the room.

"Get your clothes off," Red said as he undressed.

"Why? I mean. I don't want to do this."

"Get your fucking clothes off," Red snapped. "I have to be to work in an hour."

"But Tom, he said... " I started to explain.

"Never mind Tommy," Red said. "You're with me now. If you want those clothes to come off of you so that you can wear them home, I suggest that you do it fast."

"Quit the act pal," Red said as I took off my clothes under his glare. "I know you want it."

"I'm gonna tell Tom you made me do this."

"Go ahead. Then he'll never touch you again. You want that? Fuck, you expect me to just look at a sweet ass like yours and not nail it?"

Red was much rougher than Tom had been. After doing a brief greasing of my opening, he proceeded to take me. His balls slapping against the inside of my thighs, I cried out as he thrust into me hard, but my tears only seemed to make him more excited.

Soon there was a chrous of three sounds; the slapping of our bodies clashing together, the moan that came from me each time he impaled me, and the feral grunting that came from Red with each savage probing of my aching cavity.

As he thrust faster and faster still, while his sweat began raining down all over my body, his hand came around and grabbed my dick, yanking on it without regard to how rough he was being. Shamefully, my dick was already as hard as steel, and as he emptied his load into my bowels I came as well. An orgasm that was as intense as any I had ever experienced.

Wordlessly, Red got up and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower, and as he did I got dressed quickly and left at top speed. A good thing too, because a couple of little kids were looking at my bike sitting invitingly in the open trunk of Red's car.

It was a long and painful ride home in many ways, and it gave me a lot of time to think about what was happening to me. The next two days also gave me time to think as well, since Tom didn't call. When he finally did call, I knew exactly what I was going to say, because I had had enough.

"Get over here in a half hour," Tom said before hanging up, not giving me a chance to respond.

It didn't matter, because I knew that the speech I had carefully crafted in preperation for that call was never going to be delievered anyway. Instead, I rode over to Tom's house and climbed the stairs to his fortress of solitude and knocked on the door, like I somehow had known I would do after all.

...

Chapter Eighteen: The end of summer.

For the remainder of the summer, I was as Tom's beck and call. Whenever he summounded me, I went to his house and did whatever he wanted me to do. "Red" never came back, and I never told Tom about the incident. 

Tom introduced me to a few other twists, including the strategic use of clothes pins and rubber bands and the sensation of having candle wax dripped on me. It, like everything else, was never so much about pain as it was discomfort, and as we went along I learned how Tom's mind worked and what he enjoyed.

Tom loved being physically dominant, and while at first I had thought that he just liked dishing out pain and punishment, he was more into having the illusion of inflicting that sort of thing than actually doing it. After a couple of instances when I saw his reaction when he thought he really hurt me, I knew that deep down inside, he wasn't a real sadist at all. 

So I became an actor of sorts while Tom would do his thing. I would take whatever he did to me and take it over the top in terms of reaction. A stinging spank was cause for my thrashing and howling as if I was actually being abused. I became a real scenery chewer, and while I'm sure that Tom knew what I was doing, he clearly loved it.

The most uncomfortable thing that we ever did was something that I brought on myself, and once I did it, I couldn't get enough of. Tom had come up with the idea that wanted my ass while he was reclining on his weight bench. With him on his back, he had me face him while I straddled him and the bench.

Being on top was a whole new experience for me, and after we figured out the angles, I loved sitting on his cock facing him. I could not only see his gorgeous body, but I could control the amount of penetration. To Tom's surprise, how much I could take of him in that very spread open and vulnerable position was even more than he had been used to giving me on his own.

"Damn!" Tom exclaimed that one afternoon when he saw that I had completely impaled myself on his huge manhood.

It had been an accident at first, but when I slipped and fell down onto his lap, with every inch of his throbbing manhood buried deep inside of me, I was transported into another place altogether.

Did it hurt? It was painful beyond description, yet at the same time, that extraordinary sensation of being totally filled sent me into a twilight zone of sorts where I was lost in a blend of agony and ecstacy.

I came, my dick spurting all over Tom's stomach and chest without being it touched at all, and when I orgasmed, the sight of me cumming, along with what Tom later said was seeing me with my eyes rolled back in my skull and my face contorted into a silent scream, made him cum as well.

This became my favorite position, riding Tom on the weight bench while he just lay there with his hands linked behind his neck, looking so good while he watched me do squat thrusts on his cock.

After I came in that position, either from my own hand or Tom's, and after Tom would fill me with his seed, I got to do one of my favorite tasks, which was cleaning my cum off of Tom.

It took quite a while for me to clean him up after one of my messy orgasms, and I made it last even longer by choice. Running my tongue all over Tom's sweaty and hairy body was a labor of love, and the pungent taste of my semen mixed with Tom's manly sweat was a cocktail that I found intoxicating.

"Are you jerking yourself off?" Tom asked me one day just before he was to leave for college.

I nodded sheepishly, having been rubbing myself while kneeling at the side of the weight bench during one of my tongue baths of Tom. Even though I would have just cum a little while earlier, after orally working Tom over, inevitably I would be stiff again and have to pop my nuts under the bench. Until that time, I had done it without Tom knowing it.

"I want to watch you jerk off," Tom said. "Stand up and do it so I can see." 

I jumped up to my feet and began rubbing my thumb and index finger up and down the shaft of my tiny member, and while I looked down at Tom for inspiration, he chuckled at my technique.

"Why don't you use your fist like you do with me?" Tom asked.

I wrapped my fist around my dick, which promptly disappeared entirely under my hand, and after fumbling with a couple of pumps that proved how hopeless that was, I returned to my tried and true method.