0 comments/ 35010 views/ 7 favorites How I Got the Name Laserdick By: laserdick First Inning: My name is Richard Walton. I grew up in a southern Wisconsin town large enough to have its own high school but not the size of Madison or Milwaukee. We were the kind of town where everyone knew each other and most folks didn't bother to lock their doors when they were away. Like most mid-sized towns in America, we had a few who were called the "rich" people and others that were just getting by. Most of us were somewhere in the middle and of course, that included my family. I got interested in girls around junior high age. Before that it was all about sports ... baseball, football, and basketball. My friends and I didn't abandon our interest in sports when girl awareness became a pandemic among us. Girls just added one more sport to the list. Most of us had no idea about women but it was already clear that just the hint of female sexuality inflamed our adolescent cocks. School books served as excellent cover for the embarrassing bulge in our jeans while going from class to class. Night time was the right time for relief as we discovered how to sooth our jangled nerves from our growing problem. Becky was my first girl friend and that was in junior high. "Girlfriend" at 14 means mostly phone calls. A date was usually at McDonald's or at the local movie theater. Oh yes, we did our homework together just as an excuse to see each other and occasionally we met at the library but books and studying were not my interests. Every Friday night after basketball games, there was a "dance" at the school gym but no one danced. It was just a place to hook up ... not in sexual sense, but more of a social event. Of course, the guys would brag the next day about how they got a little tit but that seemed to be ridiculous. First, there wasn't much there to begin with and second, none of my friends were brave enough to try any thing more than holding hands. I was by far the most innocent, naïve, and timid of them all. Basketball was my game and by the time I was a junior in high school, I made the varsity as a reserve point guard. We were known as the Trojans as in "Trounce 'em Trojans." It wasn't points on the scoreboard that brought me recognition but it was elsewhere that I scored. The team shower room is a great measure of men. I suppose that's why males shower openly together while women tend to shower more privately. Anyway, my teammates were clearly envious of my "hose" for that is what it was affectionately called. Those who have been around athletes know that good natured ribbing is a mainstay of the culture and believe me, I got plenty of sports "culture," if you know what I mean. The thing was, in a relatively modest size town, there are no secrets that last more than few hours. So, the news of my "hose" was out and had already circulated among the girls at school. In fact, teams in our conference had gotten word of my anatomy which made for some humorous trash talkin' during a game. Once I was at the foul line shooting a one and one and just as I was ready to shoot, a big dumb ox yelled, "Hey Dick, ya got a Trojan on the hosen?" People were laughing so hard the coach called time out. Oh ya, I missed the front end of the one and one. We lost that game by a point! I had a reputation by then that wasn't easy to live down. Yet, what seems to be a disaster often turns into good fortune. Becky and I were still friends. Like me, she had changed physically and now had a woman's body. It wasn't the sexiest body in town but nice and comfortable. Some of the girls showed off their new equipment wearing tight fitting clothes but not Becky. She dressed conservatively but always with a sophisticated style. Her father ran the hardware store so her family was closer to the wealthy side of town and they could afford buying her nice clothes. We ran around with a group made up of our basketball team and our girlfriends. Most "dates" meant going to Stan's house to watch videos. Stan's real name is Stanley but the girls called him "Johnny" because of his resemblance to Johnny Depp. Stan had a special way with the girls and living in an upscale neighborhood didn't hurt. Stan's folks were the wealthiest people in town. They had an indoor swimming pool and the most fantastic entertainment center imaginable. Sometimes there were fifteen to twenty kids laying around watching movies on their large screen projection TV. By that stage in high school, our hormones were raging but mostly under control for fear of making fools of ourselves. Other than Nolan, our center, no one openly said they had sex with a girl and he only fucked a girl at the community college because she thought he was older. The rest of us got off watching porno movies and fantasizing in our bedrooms. One thing was for sure, when I ejaculated, there was enough spunk to populate a city the size of Milwaukee! On Thursday before the game with our biggest rival, I opened my math book and noticed a folded piece of paper with my name on it. I opened it and it read, "Go Trojans" but what was really weird was a little icon drawing of a penis. It wasn't signed and I wondered who was playing a joke on me. The next week we were doing the second half of a home and home series with our rival and another sheet of paper appeared but this time in my science book. It was different. This time it said, "Get it on, Trojans" and the drawing was larger and more detailed but it was definitely a stiff cock. Now I was getting hyper. This was both exciting and scary. Who was doing this and why? I just couldn't just go around the school and ask, "Who is the cock artist?" We had a bye the next week and no drawing appeared but at the beginning of March, the playoffs started. Our first game was Wednesday night with the Red Demons that were known for upsets and we were by far the prohibitive favorite in the regionals. I had almost forgotten the messages from earlier until my English book contained a new note on Wednesday morning. This time the message was, "Trojans ... Give me ecstasy." The drawing was more like a detailed painting because it was a massive cock showing veins and a nice cap on the end with a hint of a pee hole at the tip. It might have been my imagination but there seemed to be a little moisture oozing from the orifice with a shape like the letters bj. Was someone trying to encourage me or upset me? "BJ" could mean only mean one thing and if I could find the artist, I could get to the bottom of this mystery. Our basketball season ended abruptly as we unexpectedly lost to the Demons in overtime although I had my best game. Our starting point guard had fouled out early giving me a chance to score some points. After the game we took the bus back to school where I met Becky. Our group met at Stan's but no one was in the mood for a video. I took Becky home early but not before we enjoyed a little romance. We had moved onto having a more physical relationship. Becky didn't mind me feeling her up and she liked being touched. This night she even removed her bra and let see her nicely protruding tits. Her breasts were firm and her nipples were still at the puffy stage but seeing them drove me wild. It surprised me when she began panting like a dog in heat each time I touched her tits. When I began sucking on them, she let out a little yelp that startled me. I got the nerve to take her hand and move it over to my hard cock but that was as far as she was willing to go. I couldn't hold back as streams of cum filled my pants. Becky could feel the wet spot on my jeans but said nothing. We kissed goodnight and said how sorry she was about the game. That's when she said, "I'll find a way to make it up to you." April 12th was my 18th birthday. The guys gave the Hose a "bachelor" party on Friday night at Stan's. We used the pool, watched some porn flicks and snuck a few beers from the stash located in the garage frig. Stan was already 18 and bought a couple of cases of Old Style for the occasion. I'm not a drinker so two beers were fine. We all had a good time and decided since the party was in honor of the Hose, we should be skinny dipping. That's what we did until 1:00 AM and by that time we were either tired, drunk or both. Driving home, I thought about Becky's surprise. She said Saturday night was bowling night for her parents and to come over around seven. It was kind of hard sleeping while fantasizing about her intentions. Hopefully, she was going to let me fuck her and pop that delectable cherry. It was something I had imagined doing all year. Saturday night we had unusual weather. The temperature had dipped down to 28 degrees and it was snowing. When I rang Becky's doorbell, I was shivering. Was it from anticipation or the cold? Becky opened the door flashing her dazzling smile punctuated by a pair of killer dimples. She was dressed nicely with a lavender button-down blouse and jeans. She wore no shoes but had little pink bows on either side of her head holding two tiny blond pigtails. She looked so Barbie doll cute and smelled delicious! "I have a surprise for you birthday boy," she said smiling. "Oh, what is it?" I replied in my manliest voice. "Look in the refrigerator. There's something to help us celebrate!" Sure enough, a nice bottle of French Champagne was chilled with two identical flute shaped glasses painted with "Happy Birthday, Hose!" "Where did you get those?" I blurted out. "Oh, they came from the Party Store in town. Do you like 'em?" "I LOVE 'em!!! Do ya want a glass now?" "Sure, let's do it." I'm no sommelier but I had tasted champagne during New Years Eve parties and I knew how to open champagne bottles. It was a good thing that it wasn't Chardonnay where I had to use a corkscrew. That would have been a sure way to illustrate my inexperience. The cork made a loud pop startling Becky and she made a little hop at the sound making both jugs jiggle. The scene got me thinking of last night's porn flick where a lady's boobs jiggled while giving a guy a well lubricated hand job and blow job. Cum slowly cascaded down his dick just like the tasty bubbly was oozing over the neck of the bottle. It was so sexy and suggestive; I had to bite my tongue to keep me from laughing. A little champagne goes a long way with me. After the second glass, I was feeling really good and Becky seemed to be feeling no pain as well. She said, "Let's take our drinks upstairs. I want to show you my latest painting." Becky planned to be an art major in college and I had seen several of her pieces shown at the art gallery in town. She was that good! I didn't know that her easel and art supplies were in a corner of her bedroom and that is where we were headed. Again, my imagination got the best of me and I swore Becky was showing a little more cleavage than usual. Once in the room, she closed the door and simply said in a calm voice, "Let me see it." "See what?" I stammered. "Show me your hose," she replied with a bit of blush on her face. "Why? "I want to paint you." That's when it dawned on me! ... "It was YOU!" I croaked. "Didn't you know? Maybe you didn't see my initials hidden in the painting before tournament." "I saw it but I thought it meant something else." "Like what?" she asked "Never mind. I just didn't think that BJ stood for Becky Johansson. I really feel kind of stupid." "That's OK. My art did the job because you were great in that last game. I got hot just thinking about you out there with that bulge in your shorts." "Thanks, I think," was the best I could say. "So are you going to show me or not?" Becky asked rather forcefully. "I'm going to do you in chalk. My parents will be home in an hour so get going!" sounding too much like my mom. Second Inning: That's how I became a male model. You wouldn't think that a boy of eighteen couldn't get it up for a teen-age girl asking to see his cock but that's what happened. I took down my pants but the hose was as soft and limp as a wet dishrag. "I want to do it hard. How do you get it up?" Becky asked. "Well, the first thing is I need some encouragement," I answered with a twinkle in my eyes. "You need to show me your twins for starters." She hadn't counted on her participation other than doing a drawing. Becky knew what I meant by her "twins" but acted confused and then said, "OK, you've seen me before so I guess it's OK." Becky Johansson removed her lavender blouse and when she took off her bra with her tits flopping out as if they had just been released from captivity. What a sight to behold! I swear her twins had grown since seeing them in my car and they looked more mature. Her nipples were a light brown with a slight upturn. She wasn't a C-cup but almost. My cock started to twitch and grow like a balloon filling with helium. I knew I didn't need it but said, "Hey Beck ... if you want it really hard, you have to come here and touch it. Hurry, your parents will be home soon." Again she hesitated but she walked over and gave the hose a nice hand hug. "Do it a few more times and I'll be ready!" I pleaded. She did. Basically, an artist makes sketches before doing a finished painting. So during the half hour we had together, she sketched my dick making a half dozen renderings from different angles. Of course she had to hug the hose from time to time to keep it stiff. When we heard her parent's car coming up the driveway, we quickly got dressed. She slipped the sketches in her art folder and we went down to the kitchen to say, "Hi" to Mr. and Mrs. Johansson. They, of course, wanted to know about the champagne but were OK with it when hearing about my birthday. Becky would be 18 in May so it was no big deal. As I left, Becky asked, "So what do you think of my birthday surprise?" "Delicious!" I replied. Third Inning: I think by our junior year, most of the guys had seen their girlfriend's tits and maybe felt a little pussy. A few might even have gotten laid but I was always a late bloomer. Saturday nights with Becky were about as good as it got for me ... at least at first. Bowling season for the Johansson's was ending in June. May was fast approaching. A few more Saturday night "modeling" sessions and the painting was finished. The private showing or undraping, as it were, showed a large but shapely circumcised penis in natural colors with a hint of testicles but the big surprise was a seeing a tiny hand surrounding the fully erect organ. The fingers were drawn to resemble lips. Only an artist can take something ... well ordinary ... and make it unusual or special, i.e., something artistic. She signed it, "BJ." "I want to do an oil," she said one late afternoon. Come to my house on Saturday night and I'll make some sketches." That sounded fine but then I had an idea. I was getting used to modeling, however that wasn't what motivated me. I wanted to fuck that girl's juicy cunt. The next time I went into Becky's bedroom, she drew me completely in the nude. There was no pretense at this stage so I just removed all of my clothes standing stark naked in front of the artist and she accommodated me by painting topless. It seemed clear we were ready for the next step. Here is where my idea took shape. Standing in front of Becky nude but with a limp dick, I showed her my digital camera and said, "Rather than sketching, you can take as many pictures of me with or without a hard-on but you have to be completely nude as well." It seemed like a fair deal and no big deal. Becky thought otherwise. I said, "Look, both of your parents grew up in Sweden. The Swedes look at these things differently and I thought you'd have no problem with this." "I was born here and it isn't the same as with my folks," she replied without much conviction. "Well let me show you what I'm getting at here. Turn on your computer and go to Naturist.com" She said, "OK, but nothing will change my mind." as she typed in the address. She was really surprised to see totally naked girls and women of all ages walking casually among men and boys. They even had a Junior Miss Pageant like a Miss Nude Sweden contest complete with a bouquet of flowers for the winner. A girl about Becky's age was the first place winner. The girl's breasts were on their way to womanhood and I'd say they looked perky. The winner had a nice untrimmed pubic mound but she wasn't as developed as my girlfriend. Becky replayed the video clip several times before saying, "Hey, I look better than that!" "OK," I said, "Let's see." "You'll laugh." "I promise. I'd never laugh about something like this." "OK, but don't laugh." "I promise." Becky removed her blouse and bra so there was no surprise as those glorious breasts appeared. Her tits were as magnificent as always. I never could get enough of them. After taking down her jeans and tossing them on the bed, she said, "Let me put on my robe and then I'll take off my panties." "Just take 'em off Becky. We don't have all night." She turned her back to me and slipped her pink lace panties over her knees down to her ankles and then kicked the underwear onto the bed. I was left with a magnificent view of two perfectly round lobes separated with a crack making for a perfect tight ass. Quickly I snapped a few pictures before she could say, "Stop." "You didn't," she yelped. "We've just started so keep you mouth shut," I replied forcefully. She was shocked because Becky had never heard me be so aggressive before. She didn't say a word as I asked her to slowly turn her body as I snapped more pictures. The profile view of a female body is something that makes women look so wonderfully erotic. Her breasts fell naturally from her shoulders with those tasty upturned nipples. The anticipation of seeing her pussy was just so powerful my dong stood at immediate attention. She noticed. "Dick, I've never seen you get stiff so fast like that. What happened? Are you taking Viagra?" Click ... click ...click ... then I said, "It's not Viagra, it's you, Becky!" She gave me her sexiest yet shy smile. Becky's frontal view gave me my first good look at her pussy. She had it trimmed to fit her bikini but there still was a bush. It was more like what they call a "landing strip." I imagined how it would look shaved. She kept turning and I kept clicking. I think there were about 20 shots before she said, "My turn." She grabbed the camera and asked how to work the zoom. I had no idea what she was planning but it was obvious that she was curious. So, she started taking pictures from different angles asking me to move my "thingy" up or down ...sideways, left and right. Finally it became clear that she was more interested in my balls than my "thingy." "OK," she said. "Lay on your back and spread your legs so I can get one more shot and make sure your cock is sticking straight up." I had never heard her use the word "cock" before. It was always my "thingy." It seemed we were making good progress ... slow, but progress. Becky was ready for a good reaming. "Fine with me," I answered, "but two things. First you have to lick my dick to be sure it stands up like you want and second, you have to lay down and spread your legs so I can get a shot of your pussy." She blushed beet red. Biting a finger and giving me a pensive look, she said, "Just one of me and that's all, OK?" She seemed fine with the licking part. After a little awkward conversation where both of us were more than a little embarrassed, we got our pictures. I went first. Becky took a couple pictures of my engorged pole accompanied by the family jewels. She was next. Slowly and reluctantly, Becky sat on the bed keeping her legs tightly closed. She laid back onto the bed but still kept her legs together. I gave her a kiss while gently putting my hand on her upper thigh encouraging her to open up. It took some effort to reassure her that she was beautiful and sexy. Finally, there she was, spread-eagle on the bed. I had a front row seat viewing her narrow pubes leading down to nicely rounded pussy lips. It was truly a Kodak moment when I clicked the shutter. The two of us agreed never to show any of the photos to friends. As insurance, Becky insisted that each of us had copies. If one of us let a friend see them, the other would do the same and neither of us wanted that to happen. Becky downloaded the pictures to her computer in a folder called "Homework." I went home with a heavy duty hard-on. How I Got the Name Laserdick I suffered from a severe case of an overactive libido and in dire need of physical therapy. The cure was in my girlfriend's hands but for now, the ball was in my court. Closing and locking my bedroom door, I checked out our "Homework" and went straight to Becky's cunt. The picture looked even better on my computer. Her pussy lips were pouty, like Angelina Jolie's collagen lips, plump and tantalizing in Becky's not so private place. After zooming into the pix, I could just make out her almost hidden clit peeking out from its hood. Obviously she had been turned on by our photo op and was primed for taking the relationship to a next level. Well, that's what I thought. Anyway it didn't take more than a few strokes before shooting a load all the way up my chest to my neck just missing my mouth. It was awesome! What a great feeling! Now I wanted Becky's tight little hole more than ever. Fourth Inning: On the way home from school Monday, I asked Becky about us getting together the next Saturday. "I can't," she said with only a slight hint of disappointment. "Why?" I asked "Oh," she was saying, "Sally is givin' me a birthday party. It's to be a toy party with the girls." "What's a 'toy party'?" I mumbled. "Well, we check out toys that we'd like to buy." "What kind of toys? "Adult toys, silly. Alice has one and she loves it!" "How'd she get it?" I stuttered. "Mark bought it for her." Mark was her new boyfriend. Mark was an arrogant SOB flaunting his movie star looks. Most of the girls thought that he was a hunk! The guys thought he's a major jerk. I didn't want to pry but had to ask, "You gonna buy one?" "No," she said, "We just browse the Internet checkin' 'em out. Judy said she might buy one but she was just talkin'. You know Judy, she's always makin' things up." I got the feeling Becky was dropping a hint. Females have a way of being indirect about their wish list and think guys can read their mind. Anyway, Becky's birthday was in twelve days so there was plenty of time for me to explore the possibilities. Changing the subject I asked, "So what are we gonna do for your birthday, Beck?" "My folks are giving me a big party on Sunday. It's for the relatives so I can't see you until the Saturday after. But hey Dick, the good news is that my parents are going to their bowling banquet that night and won't be home until after midnight." "That's great!" I blurted out. "Hold on, we're not having sex, if that's what you're thinking." Women seem to have a crystal ball or some kind of clairvoyance because every time I just thought about stepping out of line, my mom knew what I was thinking! I've stopped counting how many times she said, "Don't even think about it, buddy!" Becky got into my head the same way. "So why not?" was my pleading response. Apparently the urgency in my voice had given me away. Quietly she told me, "I've joined the AO Club at church." "What the hell is an AO Club," sounding really annoyed. The thing was, I was more than annoyed. I was pissed off. "AO means 'abstinence only.' A group of us girls got together to make a bond that we all would be virgins until we get married or at least get engaged. We meet once a month to renew our pledge and ask questions." "Like what?" "Some of us wanted to know if it was OK to masturbate. They told us it's a healthy way to avoid intercourse when we can't hold out any longer. The Club thinks it is a good release." "Have you done it? "Done what? "Masturbated." "Of course. Haven't you?" "Yeah, a few times," I lied. Before she could ask me questions about how often I jacked-off or how I do it, I abruptly changed the subject back to her birthday. "What do you want for your birthday, Becky?" She paused for a few seconds. Showing some apprehension, she was unsure how to answer. Finally she whispered, "I want to see you cum. Would that be OK?" "OK, fine with me," I paused and then said, "but it doesn't just happen, ya know." "I know. Maybe I could try fellatio. Some of the girls have tried it with their boyfriends." Surprised, I replied, "That would work but how about the Club and your bond?" "It's not exactly the same as having sex." "Well a blow job is having sex, Becky and you don't even know how to do it!" "Yeah, but a blow job is not intercourse and that is what abstinence is all about. The girls pass around copies of Cosmopolitan and we learn a lot from those "10 Ways to Satisfy Your Man" articles. We watch porn flicks and Sally has a couple for Saturday. It can't be too hard to learn and you can show me how if I don't do it right." "We'll see," I said a little bit skeptical. It's not easy living with the idea of a guaranteed blow job when the event is so far away. Twelve days was an eternity and the days went by at a snail's pace. The first Saturday came and went uneventfully other than doing some surfing of my own. I did some toy shopping on my own and found just what I was looking for. Fantasy.com was where I placed the order. It was to be delivered in a plain brown box including a "Love Card" in a gift wrapped box inside. I ordered the Doc Johnson realistic "Kong dong." I bought the vibrating model since it was only a few bucks extra. The Kong was chosen because it looked the most like my cock and was almost as long at nine inches. It would be fun to see Becky's reaction. The most difficult thing was keeping my hands off my penis. I wanted to wank my joystick at every thought of Becky going down on me. However, it was important to keep everything in reserve. I wanted her to get a full load and by "full" I mean a tank full with extra in reserve in case of a replay. The anticipation was killing me and self discipline is highly overrated. After the weekend I called her to ask if we were still on for Saturday evening. We were, but there was a slight change in schedule. I couldn't come until eight because the banquet didn't start until later. I asked how Sally's party went. "It was fun. Everyone told a story and some of the girls gave pointers on how to give a good blow job. The funny thing was that Alice and Sally got into an argument over trying to deep throat their boyfriend. Sally said you need to practice to avoid something called the gag reflex and Alice said you don't have to go that far to make a guy cum. Most of us wanted to know how to practice so Alice got out a banana, put a condom on it, and smothered it with whipping cream. We tried to deep throat it like we saw on the vids. Then we had a contest to see who could get it down their throat the furthest without gagging. Sally won, of course, but I came in second! What did you do this weekend?" "Oh, I shot some hoops and caught the Badger/Illini game on TV. Other than that, I did homework and thought about you. Hey, I gotta go. Catch ya at school. Bye" Saturday finally arrived. Driving to the Johansson's with Becky's birthday present securely hidden in the trunk, I wondered if Becky was serious about watching me cum. I swear my balls had turned blue in anticipation! It was a little early when I rang the doorbell. I waited for Becky to answer the door, standing there with passion in by brain, lust in my heart and desire everywhere else. The door opened and Becky gave me a tentative hug. She was wearing an oversized crimson Bucky Beaver sweatshirt over a pair of white short shorts ... an unlikely combination of winter and summer apparel. But that's pretty much like the climate in Wisconsin. You just never know about the weather in May. In the kitchen we could hear her parents having an argument. Mr. Johansson was saying in a thick Swedish accent, "Bridget, stop flirting with Bob. I'm tired of it and you are making a fool of yourself. Mrs. Johansson sounded upset. She said, "Look, Bob is a good friend. If you don't want to go tonight, don't but I'm going." Oh no, I thought. This definitely would not be good. It was easy to see why Mr. Johansson was jealous. His wife, Bridget, was beautiful. For being almost 40, she was by far the hottest babe in town making it easy to see where Becky got her good looks. Rumor had it that Bridget had been a model and even posed for Playboy but no one had actually seen the pictures. Here I am ready for Becky's promised seduction with my pubes trimmed, balls shaved clean, and an "appliance" hidden in the car and her parents might not be leaving the house! Becky gave me that "What can I do?" shrug along with a frown. It is hard to know what happened next. There were a few more angry words spoken in Swedish but a few minutes later the door slammed and they both got into the car. Their Volvo sped away as if being chased after a bank heist. Fifth Inning: Becky seemed a little nervous. I sure was! In these situations, small talk goes a long way. "How does it feel to be 'legal'?" I asked. "Great! It's better than 17 knowing I can go and get a beer with friends without feeling really really guilty." "Yeah, I know what ya mean. How was Sunday's party?" I continued. "Oh, OK. Ya know how the relatives get. Uncle Sam drank too much, as usual, and tried to kiss me while Aunt Margaret was all teary saying, 'My Rebecca is no longer a baby.' Everyone means well but I'm glad it happens only once a year. Let's go upstairs and I'll show you my oil painting." "I'm more than ready!" I said with enthusiasm ... maybe too enthusiastically. Once in her bedroom she dug out a canvas hidden in her closet. "It's not quite finished," she explained. It looked quite finished to me. She had painted a marvelous monster cock in cool colors. The gleaming oils made it look three dimensional. "Wow, it looks great!" I told her and meant it. "What do you have to do to finish it?" "You'll see!" she said with a wink and a smile. I wondered how to break the ice and get on with the evening's activities. You don't just say, "Pull down my pants and shove this thing in your mouth," although that idea was flooding my brain at the moment. "Hey," I said, "I've got something down in the car for you. Wait a minute while I go get it." "What is it?" Becky asked as I ran downstairs. "A birthday present," I yelled back. Wrapped in purple and yellow paper with a gold ribbon, I handed Becky a box just a little smaller than a shoebox. "I can't wait!" she squealed. "Me too," I said under my breath. Becky pulled off the ribbon and carefully undid the wrapping. Fantasy had done a nice job of gift wrapping. Inside was a small card with Becky's name on it. The card read, "With affection ... Love, The Hose." Peering deeper into the box and unfolding blue tissue paper, she began to see the super sized penis. "Oh my God," she screamed. "I don't know what to say. It's, well, nice." Holding it up for me to see, she said, "I think it looks a lot like you." "Glad you like it, Becky. We need to try it out tonight, OK?" "Maybe," was her reply. The Kong came with a small tube of KY jelly. I thought that was a nice touch. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a motherly peck on the cheek as if I was a small boy. It wasn't the erotic kiss that I'd expected. Something snapped inside of me at that point. Without thinking, I took the bottom of her sweatshirt and quickly pulled it over her head. My God, she wasn't wearing a bra! "What do you think you're doing?" she said angerly. "We're gonna do what you promised." "I didn't promise anything. I just said I wanted to see you cum." "Right and then you said you'd give me a blow job." "I said I might do that but it wasn't a promise." She seemed to be walking a fine line here. Enough was enough ... I grabbed her arm as she turned to walk away from me and gave her a big bear hug saying, "Your perfume is turning me on and you look so sexy. Let's enjoy tonight and make it a special birthday." "OK, but don't be so rough." I started to unbutton my shirt but as I got to the second button, Becky came up to me and said, "I'm sorry. I wanted tonight to be perfect and it hasn't started out that way. Your birthday present is really great but my parents have been arguing all week and then tonight they almost didn't go to the banquet. Then you seemed a little weird at the door tonight ... like in a trance so I wasn't sure what you were thinking." Removing my shirt, I kept telling her, "I understand ... I understand. It's OK." I gave her another hug but not the bear hug this time but a more delicate, romantic encircling of my arms around her naked shoulders. I felt her breasts against my bare chest and my cock came to life. "Look, I'll take off my pants," I told her. "Then you can do what you want." I sat nude on her bed while she stood before me with a quizzical look on her face. Finally she began to move her white shorts over her knees and down to the floor. Becky was wearing a scarlet thong in the shape of a heart. Wow, she really did want to make tonight perfect. "Do you want me to take this off?" pointing to the tiny garment hardly covering her pussy. "Turn around first." As she turned, that perfect tight ass came into view and a small strip of thong stuck inside her crease. "You're perfect," I said. "Go ahead and take it off." "Good God!" I stammered as the scarlet garment revealed this girl's succulent honey pot. "I thought you'd be surprised," she said with a seductive smile. "What gave you the idea?" "Oh, I don't know. It just seemed kind of sexy. I was so horny after Sally's party last week I came home and shaved. Maybe I was too impulsive." "No, it's great, Beck!" She stood before me with an exquisite cleanly shaved pussy. It was as bald as on a new born babe. "Wow," was the last thing I said before taking her in my arms and giving her the deepest French kiss I could manage. Soon we both were lying on her bed exchanging kisses and touching places that once were called "inappropriate." They were now, very appropriate! I was the honey bee ready to suck the nectar. She was the honeycomb waiting for the pollen. She kept saying, "Kiss me, Dick, kiss me." I did as I was told. She must have felt my elongated man-tool against her smooth belly by now. The warmth of her body and the tingling sensation of her touches only made for a more erotic moment. Her responses told me she felt the same. My kisses turned to her inflamed nipples and she moaned as they were suckled ... first the left and then the right, back to the left. "Kiss me," and I did as she asked. Her lips were moist and her tongue circled mine as they danced the tango. "Kiss me lower," she pleaded and I returned my attention to her candy tits. Her breaths began to deepen and it was then she took my hand, guiding it down to her sizzling tight little box. Becky's snatch was smooth and soft. Her pussy lips were already wet. As my finger began to probe the inner portion of her labia, she brought her ass off the sheets encourage my exploration, All the while Becky was letting out a whimpers of joy. Her juices made for a slippery entry as my finger explored ever deeper. I was up to the second knuckle when she cried, "Deeper, Dick, deeper." She was getting a good finger fucking while I added a second and even third finger, thrusting in and out of her dripping cunt. Becky was wild with excitement. I could fuck her properly now and she wouldn't even notice! Instead, I grabbed big Kong. I smeared it with the sex juices covering my hand and placed it's head near her clit. Someone once said, "Strike while the iron is hot," and something was definitely hot. This was the moment to strike and have Kong check out Becky's clitoris. Quickly I flipped on the switch giving the giant dong a low buzz as it began to vibrate. Tenderly and delicately the buzzing Kong made contact with her clit. The stimulation of her love button raised her arousal even more. At the first touch, Becky put out a shriek of total passion. I was out of my mind with lust and desire. My insides were about to burst. I needed release soon but kept on pleasuring Becky with her vibrating appliance. "Finger fuck me. Fuck me hard," she demanded. While Kong was at work polishing her gemstone, I stuffed a couple of fingers back into Becky's dripping pussy, working them in and out until she was near exhaustion. As I pulled out, she said in with a rasping voice, "Don't quit now!" Was there no end to this girl's cravings? At her insistence, I took Kong and entered him slowly into her swollen slit. Again she was begging me to push in deeper. Pumping Kong out slightly as a tease, I put it back in half way, out again then further up, out again, and finally, all the way in. Every bit of Kong's nine inches had disappeared into Becky's sweet slippery vagina. "Pump it! Pump me!" she yelled spreading her legs as far apart as possible to accommodate the sensation. Turning up the volume to full vibration, I slid the dong in and out effortlessly while sucking on her little pink pearl. In less than a lady like tone she cried, "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming," while wildly thrashing her ass to meet Kong with each stroke. And then it was over, just like that. Never could I have imagined Becky to act like such a slut. She was wonderful. Sixth Inning: Well, not quite over. As I reached to shut off the buzz, Becky said, "Leave it on. I like the tingly feeling inside me." "You gonna leave it in?" I asked in complete surprise. "Yeah, for a while." "I'm gonna need to find you some back-up batteries," I said with a grin. I was in a bad way and needed help. Becky could see my pain but when she got up on her knees to look at my stiff rod, she stood transfixed. Her first words were, "My Lord, I think you are bigger than Kong!" From my angle, the erotic scene was beyond any boy's wildest dream. There she was completely nude with fully mature breasts, rock hard nipples, a tiny cord hanging between her legs and a muffled buzz coming from inside Becky's love box. "Can I help you Dick?" she asked with a sly smirk. Taking the KY tube from the bedside table, she squeezed out a glob, smearing it on my hardened shaft. As hard as I tried, the events of the past hour had me too far gone to hold back. "Becky, I can't wait. I'm at the point of no return!" It didn't take a massage because as soon as Becky caressed my cock in her warm hand and slid her hand up and down a couple of times, my cork popped like the champagne of a month ago but with a far more powerful reaction. ''To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction," Sir Isaac Newton taught us. In this case, the reaction was not equal to the action. I had hoped to nail Becky squarely in the mouth with my spunk but overshot the target hitting her on the forehead. The force was electric but Becky held on ... onto my cock and held onto her composure. My second shot, a second later, zapped her on the nose. At least I was getting closer to the target. A third one covered her left ear as she turned away from the assault. A fourth, fifth and sixth volley fell short of the mark but landed on each breast. I was both fulfilled and embarrassed. My embarrassment came from acting like a typical teen-ager unable to hold off his load for even a minute. "I'm sorry, Beck." "Sorry for what? I wanted to see you cum and you sure didn't disappoint me!" "Yeah, but I wanted to feel your wet mouth around my dick. I just couldn't hold it but I should be OK in a few more minutes. You gonna be up, I mean down to it in a while?" "Sure," is all she said. Becky laid next to me with my cum splattered on her child-like face and her womanly tits still wet with multiple ejaculations. She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she enjoyed the tingling effect in her cunt. Then she said in a sleepy tone of voice, "Ya know, your squirts were like a laser, Dick. It's not at all like that in the porn flicks we watched." How I Got the Name Laserdick "Nothing is ever the same as in the movies," I replied. Becky began licking her lips as the creamy fluid slid toward her mouth. "Hey, it doesn't taste so bad," she said. "It's a bit salty but not bad." I was glad she liked it because I wasn't completely drained. There was more to cum. It took me a good ten or fifteen minutes to recover and in the meantime, Becky went to the bathroom to wash herself. Before leaving, the Kong had been turned off and put away. When she returned, she was totally refreshed looking more appealing than ever. She looked radiant. There was a nice rosy color to her cheeks. Her hair was pushed back with a ribbon holding it in a ponytail and she had put on a touch more of my favorite perfume. She was ready to take her first oral exam and I was the lucky teacher. Becky put her arms around me looking into my eyes. "That was fantastic, Dick," she said convincingly. I think she was trying to bolster my self-esteem. Most females have an intuitive second sense and an instinctive nurturing ability. Becky had both. I hugged her and gave her another deep-sexed kiss. "I'm ready for a little more love, Beck. You too?" I had to move this thing forward because it was already 10:30 and I had to be out of the Johansson house by midnight. She said not a word but went straight to her "work." First she nibbled on my nipples, startling me because it tickled. There must be a hard-wired connection from the nipples to the genitals because it had an instant effect on my pecker which began to awaken. Slowly Becky kissed me along the way to my crotch. When she finally reached her destination, she lovingly caressed by shaven balls and kissed the knob of my penis. That was all that was needed for a full erection. We both knew I was ready for a do-over. Licking my balls first and then working her tongue up the underside of my cock, she moistened my manhood preparing it for the promise land. The moment of truth was at hand or should I say in hand because Becky was holding my cock with her left hand and my balls with the other. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her ruby lips at the head of my meaty and fully extended sex organ. Her eyes glistened as she looked at me for approval. "Ahhh, ohhh ...nice Beck. Take it in babe." She went deeper. "More, more ...suck me." The bulge in her cheeks showed me she was giving it her very best. "Take it down my little bitch." I was afraid that remark would make her mad but instead she was mad with lust, engulfing my prick in her drooling mouth. Now she began working her head up and down massaging my cock with her lips and tongue. Becky was a fast learner. As I watched her head bobbing I was in ecstasy thinking she looked like a bobble head doll. I held her head and gently pushed it so that she could take in all I had to offer. Her saliva dripped down her chin and onto my wank-tanks until she began to gag. Becky came up for air and then went back down as if determined to finish deep-throating to the very bottom of my throbbing cock. Most of my dick disappeared down her throat "God Beck, you're unbelievable. Make me cum. I want to fill your mouth with an ocean of my cum." This even gave her more inspiration as she hummed while licking and sucking at a quickened pace. By now my horny Lolita could feel my copulating muscle began to contract. Giving me a hand job while sucking me hard, she didn't stop or withdraw. She was clearly ready to feel me explode and taste my second load. "Hummmm ...mmmmmm ...hummmm," she hummed. "Agh ...ahhh ...jeez, I'm cumming Beck. Here it is ... ahhhhh." She stopped humming and bobbing as soon as the first explosion hit the back of her mouth. She choked for a moment but hung in there with me. The next shot must have hit the roof of her mouth because there was no choking. She grabbed the base of my cock starting to milk it ... "Good to the last drop," I thought. Cum oozed out of the side of her mouth but she took her finger and pushed some it back in. The "Hose" was starting to show signs of fatigue as I pulled back while staring at a girl-woman with cum drooling from her tender lips. Becky opened her mouth for an instant to show me it was all there and gulped it down. My girlfriend was letting me know she was as good, no even better, than her friends Alice and Sally. Whoever said that sex isn't competitive? You either play the game to win or get left behind. Giving good head is an art form and Becky had delivered. Indeed, she had mastered the art of fellatio. People say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I disagree. It's somewhere in the lower part of his anatomy. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air. Mr. and Mrs. Johansson would surely notice when they returned. Becky opened some windows to let in the fresh spring air and lit a fragrance candle. The next thing I knew Becky was in her PJ's telling me it was time to go. Glancing at the clock, it was nearly bewitching hour. "How was your nap?" she said with a little giggle. While I dozed, Becky had finished the painting. "Look, it's done. What do you think?" "It's fantastic!" Once again, Becky had demonstrated her unique artistic talents. She had made the ordinary into extraordinary. I wasn't much of an art critic but there was no doubt this piece was special. Her oil painting now had a very thin straight ribbon of intense white light radiating from the end of the penis as if the erect organ was a flashlight. Unlike a flashlight where the light fans out and dims, this beam of light was narrow from where it originated all the way to the end of the canvas. In addition, the light retained its brilliance from beginning to end. It was, well, breathtaking. She titled it "Laser" and signed it, "by BJ." How ironic, I thought as I got dressed. A hug and a kiss sent me home. Technically, we were both still virgins but just by a thread. I saw the Johansson Volvo in the rearview mirror as I drove away. Seventh Inning: We didn't see each other the following weekend. Becky and her parents were visiting colleges and I was busy helping my dad build a deck at the back of the house. School ended the next week. The first three weeks of summer vacation found me at the U of W, Oshkosh for a summer basketball camp. When I returned, Becky was in Madison attending a two week art workshop. So it seemed that nothing was happening between us for those first five weeks. That didn't exactly mean nothing happened, as I was soon to learn. The day after I returned from Oshkosh, Alice called to invite me to a small party at her house. The end of June is a great time for parties in Wisconsin. It is warm enough to be outside until late and someone usually brought a keg if parents weren't around. Having been out of town, I hadn't heard about Alice's party. Usually, party time got around pretty quick in our town. I was in my basketball shorts and a tank top when I rang her doorbell. I heard her say, "The door's open." When I went inside, it was weird. No one was there. Maybe everyone was around back. Looking out the back window, I saw no one. "I'm in my room," yelled Alice. "Am I early?" I yelled back. "No," she said, "I said it was a small party," as she appeared at the bedroom door with a suggestive smirk. "Ya mean, you and me, right? "Well, ya, but I wanted to talk to you about something, Laser." "What's on your mind and why are you calling me 'Laser'?" "That's what you're called, right?" "Only by Becky," I said in an irritable tone of voice. "Not anymore. The whole school knows you are Laserdick." "Why's that? What happened when I was at basketball camp?" "Nothin' ... just what your girlfriend painted," she answered in a very annoying voice emphasizing the word "girlfriend." "You saw it?" "Becky showed us at her pajama-party the week after school let out." Obviously, Becky had found a loophole in our agreement. She didn't show the digital pictures we took, just like she had promised, but nothing was ever said about her art work. Now I had a new nickname and another reputation to live down. Alice asked, "So can I see it?" "See what? sounding more annoyed than ever. "The laser, dummy!" That's when I decided to turn lemons into lemonade. "Sure. Take off your clothes and let's get started." That was my not so eloquently response. Eloquent or not, it sure was quick thinking. "You ...are ... kidding!" Alice said measuring her words. "Nope. That's the deal." "I'll show you my boobs but that's all, OK?" was her first offer. My counter offer was, "Naked and I won't touch you." We were seriously into negotiating the agenda for her so called "small party." "Topless and a blow job and that's my final offer," and she meant it. "Done," and that was all that was needed to be said. Why go into the details except to say that Alice might have conquered the gag reflex but she came up short. Although Alice had a cavernous mouth like Julia Roberts, she had eaten only the first three courses of a five course meal. It left me with a little more to be desired. I didn't exactly keep my side of the deal. Pinching her nipples just made her more active as she slid her mouth up and down my hardened shaft. With her tits bouncing with each stroke, I thought, "What the hell. I'm gonna fuck this hot bitch." Nope. She was an AO member. "Come on, Alice. You'll love it!" "I can't. She quickly changed the subject and offered a compromise, "Let's see if you really have a laser." "OK but give me a hand job now and keep your mouth open. Don't turn away." Alice was ready to press the hair trigger on my fully loaded gun. She dribbled saliva on my rock hard prick and began rubbing it faster and faster, waiting with a gaping mouth ... just like the "models" in adult movies. My release was explosive and potent while firing off bullets of semen. Once again my aim was poor splattering Alice's face from forehead to chin. One squirt managed to land on her outstretched tongue. The taste of cum seemed to please her but her eyes stung like when swimming in the ocean. All of a sudden, Alice burst out laughing. This wasn't a mocking laugh or a chuckle or a snicker but a full blown belly laugh. Preparing to enroll in the Witness Protection Program and go underground, I asked, "What's so damn funny?" "You are everything Becky said you are. I can't believe it. This is so fantastic, I can't stop laughing! I'm sorry but you are the eighth wonder of the world" I didn't know who the first seven "wonders" were but asked, "You mean, you liked it?" "Liked it? Come on, Laser. You're really great. I want you to do me again. Maybe Becky is ready to break up, ya think?" "No, I don't think," and abruptly left before Alice could clean my spunk off of her plastered face. I was really really pissed as I drove off wanting to forget the whole evening. But it wasn't the only evening like that. The next day I got a call from Sarah. She wanted to talk. She and her boyfriend had a fight and she wanted my advice. It was a setup deal. Sarah wanted to check out the "Laser rumor," she said. Tina called a few days later and said she was asking some friends over for pizza but it wasn't a pizza she wanted but the sausage ...mine. Margaret was more direct. She simply said, "I want to see it! Oh, I mean I want to see you. Sorry for the slip," but I knew what she meant. Margaret was the aggressive type and within minutes had her hand on my zipper. I pulled her blouse over her head, fumbled with her bra while she had me unzipped and in her mouth, even before the first song played on the car's stereo. This was fun while it lasted but Becky would be home in a few days and she was probably going to hear the gossip as soon as she got back. Anyway, none of the girls wanted to put out ... I mean let me fuck 'em. They were all AO girls and their bond was much stronger that I'd figured. Two days before Becky got home, I was at 7-Eleven picking up some milk for my mom. Rachel said, "Hi." At first I didn't recognize her. Oh yes, I remembered. She is that shy girl who lived a couple of blocks from us. However Rachel was no longer the little girl who played hopscotch on the Mulberry Street sidewalk. She was a senior last year and in the drama club at school. Rachel was still so shy and was almost invisible, yet she looked hot in her store issue uniform. "Hi Rachel, what's up? "I've been working here this summer trying to get some money for college." "Where are you goin'?" "UW, LaCrosse." "Oh, sounds good." "Dick," she said as I paid for the milk, "I need a ride home after work. Could you stop by and pick me up. We only live a couple of blocks from you." "Sure. What time do you get off? "Eight." Rachel would be the least likely girl to add to my recent good fortune but there was something about her body language that said she might be interested in more than a ride home. Maybe it was the pheromones I'd been reading about. Maybe she was looking to take a ride on my cock. OK, I was dreaming again. I got back to 7-Eleven a little late and Rachel had already started walking home. I could see that womanly gait as her hips swung from side to side, her skirt swishing to and fro. It was a rhythm that was so seductive. Opening the car window, I yelled, "Still need a ride?" "Sure," she said. "Wanna stop for a beer and catch up?" I asked once she was in the car. "Sure," she said. We didn't have much of a conversation while at Mike's Pub 'n Suds just outside of town. Rachel didn't have much to say so I told her about basketball camp and how I hoped for an athletic scholarship at Duke. It was a stretch but thought it might impress her knowing that I was aiming at Duke University, the premier basketball college. Unless I really hit the books as a senior, my grades wouldn't even get me in at a major university although I did want to go somewhere a long way from home. "Let's go," she said before finishing her drink. "Any place special?" I added with a smile. "Any place but here." "OK." I paid for the beers leaving Mike's tavern with my mind spinning. "Have you been to the McNally's old barn?" I inquired. She asked, "McNally's? What's that?" "It's a pole barn where the McNally's used to store hay and farm equipment, tractor and stuff, before they moved into town. They no longer use it but everyone parties there. Let's check it out." "OK." was all she said. Fifteen minutes later we drove up to an empty barn. "No one is here," she said as we took a look inside. "Let's go inside. It's kind of dark but a good place to make out," I said testing the waters. "OK," she said. Apparently, we were on the same page. Once in the coolness of the barn we could smell the bales of hay stacked on the upper level. There were a few opened bales scattered around, perfect as a place to get laid. "I want to go look up there," she said. "Wait, I've got a blanket in the car. Meet ya up there." I was out of my mind with an urgent need to hump that shy chick's beaver. What is to follow was not my proudest moment. After some small talk and obligatory kisses, we did the usual fumbling with clothes. I couldn't believe she was wearing a crotchless thong! Both of us were very naked lying on a soft bed of hay except for her thong as we fondled each other's genitals. Rachel didn't have the slimmest body but she also wasn't fat. Her hips were mature and showed she was ready to bear fruit, so to speak. Her breasts were plump with large nipples. I just loved to suck those tits! My excitement was moving rapidly toward the "happy ending" stage. It wouldn't be long before I was releasing the energy swelling inside my balls. Rachel reached under the blanket where she had hidden a condom. Quickly and expertly she took it out of its envelope and rolled it down my throbbing cock as far as it would go. I was on the edge laying on my back with my soldier standing at full attention. Then she put one leg over me ready to mount my waiting love meat. As she leaned forward, her tits swung in front of my face and I desperately tried to tongue her erect tit. She straightened up holding my firm muscle in her hand using it to rub her clit and outer pussy lips. Her inner moisture began to lubricate my cock as it strained to reach the glory land. Already I was leaking pre-cum and ready to explode. Before she let me slam my rod in her donut hole, I let loose a powerful spray of jizz, filling the reservoir tip of the sheath that caught my first ejaculation. "Agh, ahhh, Good Lord in heaven," I cried out. "Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me," came storming into my brain. Rachel quickly moved to my side, pulled off the squishy condom, and engulfed my raging cock into her warm sensuous mouth. There was plenty of me left. Rachel didn't miss a single drop sucking and sucking like she was the farmer's daughter harvesting crops. I go to church but I'm not particularly religious so it got me wondering why Bible verses kept popping into my head. Maybe I had died and gone to heaven. "For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." Rachel had done the reaping and couldn't hold all the globs of fluid without it dripping from her lips. It wasn't the happy ending I had counted on but a pretty nice "ending" at that. I was totally spent. She kissed me with her cum filled tongue swirling inside my cheeks as if to share the bountiful harvest. Finally Rachel swallowed and licked her lips like she had just finished a double dip vanilla ice cream cone. She gave me a look of approval and said, "Don't worry, Dick. Lots of guys do that. Now I want you to eat me out." The words, "lots of guys" rang in my ears. Who had she been fucking? There was no gossip circulating at school that Rachel was a whore, yet she had the experience of a gal with a heavy duty history. Maybe she was screwing guys at the local community college. I made a mental note to check it out. So she wanted some tongue. I owed to her. Rachel was no novice at getting her pussy eaten. First she put her hands under her ass to raise her hips to meet my face. Next she spread her legs wide apart with knees bent. This allowed her to wiggle her ass getting the best sensations from my flickering tongue. I had seen how to give a girl head looking at porn but never when her pussy was embroidered with crotchless apparel. As it turned out, the material were easy to stretch in order to gain full access to her magic door. Rachel wasn't fully shaved, only trimmed. I could see a triangular mound above her clit as I made a move to satisfy her lust. First, my tongue slid slowly over her hood hoping to see or feel a little rounded pebble. After several more tries, my tongue touched the pleasure button and Rachel's heavy breathing told me I had found her jewel. My lips encircled her sensitive organ with my tongue massaging her most vulnerable spot. As I sucked, her clit extended itself into my mouth and it was easier to start her on her way to an earth shattering orgasm. Feeling her wetness, my fingers danced in her love tunnel. "Oh oh oh! That's soooo good. It feels so good. More ... please more," she demanded. I gave her more of what she demanded until she cried, "Put your tongue inside me!" Taking my thumb and forefinger, I spread her pussy lips far apart to look into that sweet honey box. It reminded me of taking target practice with a delicious pink bull's-eye in the center. I took aim and pressed my tongue deep into the center of the target. Tongue fucking takes some dedication but she wanted us to keep at it for what seemed like an eternity. It was getting pretty sloppy in there with my saliva and her cunt juices but I kept on. She couldn't get enough. Rachel was wiggling her hips frantically until I felt her kegels begin to tighten around my tongue. Her climax was powerful as wave after wave of pleasure extended her orgasm. Her legs pressed against my head. Her ass gyrated uncontrollably and then a steady flow of liquid filled my tongue.