As he slowly walked home, Ben’s mind was filled with fantasies involving himself and Kerry.
God damn! That little rascal sure had a pretty dick—and one of the largest he’d ever seen! And that load! It was really hard to believe that it was only his second! Just then he heard a voice greeting him and he turned to see who it was. It was Bobo running across the street to join him. “Where’ve you been Ben—the hole in the park?”
Ben’s eyes appraised Bobo appreciatively. The kid was a little beauty with his black, curly hair and sky blue eyes. As a matter of habit, his eyes slid down, to Bobo’s crotch where his big dick was revealed outrageously by his one size too small jeans which were faded to white along the path his prick lay. “Yeah,” he replied, “and did I ever have a whopper!”
“Who was it?” Bobo asked excitedly. “Your best boy friend!”
“Not Kerry!”
“Yep—Kerry Macon! And I got the second load he ever shot in his life!”
“He didn’t even tell me when he shot his first!” Bobo replied, very hurt.
“He hasn’t had time—he dropped his first one to Carl Forsythe five minutes before I had him.”
“No shit! This I’ve got to see!”
“You will, all right—I told him about you and me sucking for the last several years and he’s been dying to do it with you for as long as he can remember!”
Bobo grinned, showing his snowy white teeth and said, “Thanks, Ben—I had no idea of how to tell him!”
“I don’t know why you’ve been so chicken—he tells me that you even measure together every day.”
“Yeah, we do—and isn’t that some beautiful joint he has?”
“It’s really a big one, all right—it has to be nine inches at least!”
“That’s exactly what it measured this morning.
Nine inches!”
“I wonder why you two haven’t run into each other in the park head.”
“I’ve seen him in there before, but he was always just taking a piss—maybe he has been in one of the booths when I’ve been in there, but I sure never saw him. Maybe if I had, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time. How was he? Did he suck your dick real good?”
“A real artist! He’s been sucking with Scoey Franklin for a long time now—guess you didn’t know that.”
“No, but I know Scoey has the biggest cock in the world—have you ever seen it?”
“He never interested me before—but he sure does now! I’m supposed to meet Kerry at Scoey’s barn tonight—why don’t you come, too, and you and Kerry can have your first session?”
“I’ll be there—what time are you going?”
“I don’t know—I’ll have to call Kerry and ask—then I’ll call you.”
“That should really be a ball! I’ve wanted to suck Scoey, too, for a long time, but he’s so hard to talk to.”
“Now that Kerry has some juice in his rod, maybe you’ll be able to make it, too!”
“I’ll sure do my damnedest! Oh, man, I can’t wait!”
“Me, either! All this time I’ve been sucking you and not one drop!”
* * *
Ben walked into the living room of his home and saw his father at the old desk writing his sermon for the following Sunday. “Hello, son,” Mister Talman said. “Have a good day?”
“The best!” Ben replied dreamily. “Sounds like you just fell in love.”
“I’m not sure, but maybe I did!”
“Who’s the lucky girl?”
“I’m not saying anything yet.”
“Alright, son—I just hope she’s a nice girl—and goes to my church.”
As Ben bounded up the stairs to his room, his father called, “Dinner in half an hour, son!”
Ben closed the door and as a second thought, locked it. He stood in front of his full length mirror on the back of the door and slowly stripped, watching, every move he made. After he pulled the white T-shirt over his head and threw it on the bed, he flexed and smiled with satisfaction. Swimming and working out with weights had given him a fantastic body. He flexed his heavy, square pectorals one at a time and made them jerk.
Raising his mighty biceps, he studied his washboarded abdomen with its small, shallowly indented navel and his muscle plated stomach with its shadowed line of golden brown hairs which disappeared beneath the waistband of his light blue Levi’s.
He unzipped his boots and took them and his socks off, then popped his Levi buttons slowly to tease himself with what dangled below in his left pant leg. The shiny brown curls of his pubic triangle came into view, then in a rush, he pushed the tight pants down to mid-thigh and his beautiful, thick, long, fat column with its accompanying bulging nuts in a silken sac were revealed. His eyes played hungrily over the beauty and immensity of his genital triad and licked his lips as he thought of seeing Bobo, Kerry and Scoey naked and ready with enormous, randy pricks in the barn.
His cock began to lengthen and enlarge, then the blood rushed to it and it jutted up and out proudly and arrogantly from the brown fleece. He rolled his snug, heavy foreskin back to collar behind the prominent corona and looked at the snub-nosed beauty of his helmet shaped, perfectly formed crown. He ran his right finger tips up and down the vast urethra which was so full and well-shaped, it almost seemed to be a different body on his fabulous shaft.
Picking up an ever handy ruler, he placed it on the top of his pulsating tube and lovingly measured nine and a half inches. Nine and a half inches of gorgeous man flesh! How he wished he could suck it himself! He pulled his Levi’s the rest of the way off, then went back to the mirror and turned around, bending over and spreading his lovely buttocks with his fingers. Looking between his legs, he saw his tightly clenched anal knot and brushed a fingertip across it. Man! That felt groovy!
It took everything in his power not to jack off, but he didn’t want the night’s festivities to be ruined—he wanted to be able to cum at least twice and he wanted a load from each of the three other boys—if only Bobo could make tonight the night!
Someone tried his door, then his mother asked, “Are you in there, Ben?”
“Yes, Mother—I’m just getting ready to take a shower.”
“Dinner is going to be a little early tonight—can your shower wait?”
“Of course—I’ll be right down!” He was really happy that this had happened or he might not have been able to control the shooting sensations in his groin.
* * *
Bobo walked toward home with his head in the clouds. Kerry—his Kerry could already shoot a wad and he was going to have him tonight!
God damn! He had wanted to get that gorgeous peter in his mouth for the longest time and now it was going to happen! He was suddenly conscious of a monstrous hard-on and his too-tight pants didn’t help, either! On an impulse, he turned around and raced back to the park, hoping against hope that he didn’t meet anyone he knew with such an obvious boner in his pants.
He dashed into the toilet and got down on his hands and knees to see if anyone was in the last two booths. He was in luck! There was someone in the last booth, but the one next to it was empty. A sudden ominous thought flashed through his brain and as he opened the door to the cubicle, he prayed that Carl Forsythe wasn’t on the other side. After bolting the door, he leaned down to the hole and peered through. Nope! It wasn’t Carl, but the guy was just sitting there and not showing a thing.
He unbuttoned his Levi’s and sat down, the pants at mid-thigh. Although he was so hot he couldn’t see straight, he still didn’t want to show his hard-on to someone who was possibly straight. From the corner of his eye, he watched the hole for some hint of movement, but nothing happened. And there were no sounds of elimination, either. He could see the guy’s pants and the tops of his thighs. The pants were worn and nondescript but the flesh he could see looked firm and bright, indicating that he couldn’t be too old, but his hand was holding his cock down in the bowl and he was absolutely hidden by his shirt.
Suddenly, he heard the guy say, “Hey, you young squirt—why don’t you get out of there and let someone older use it?”
Bobo realized that the man thought he was too young and on an impulse, pushed his Levi’s down around his ankles and let his huge prick spring up. Then he waited expectantly.
“Holy Christ!” the man exclaimed, “‘is that thing for real?”
Bobo answered him by making his prick throb and dance by contracting his sphincter muscle.
The man pushed his pants down, opened his shirt and sprawled out on the stool. A fantastic cock jutted up from luxurious blond curls and he asked softly, “Is this what you want, sonny?”
The eye that Bobo held to the hole glistened brightly and he murmured, “Uh-huh!”
“Tell me what you want to do to it.”
“I want to suck it!”
“Okay—but you might be sorry.”
“I can handle it,” Bobo replied confidently, not noticing the slight sounds of someone entering the booth on the other side of him.
The man stood up and eased his enormous hose through the hole. It looked to Bobo to be almost the same size as Scoey’s, but it was just what he wanted and he started the initial teasing, holding the tremendously-girthed base in his right fist and licking the glossy, murderous-looking crest like an ice cream cone. “Suck it! Stop that fuckin’ teasing!” the man hissed venomously.
It was all Bobo could do to get the plum sized crown into his mouth, but he managed it, his jaws hurting as he forced them as widely apart as possible. “That’s it,” the stud said approvingly, “now suck it like a lollipop!”
Bobo began bobbing his head and the man hunched his hips furiously, trying to get more and more of the gigantic shaft into Bobo’s mouth. He began moaning loudly and the man in the third booth who had been sitting on the stool fully clothed muttered a lustful curse, stood up and unzipped his pants, then sat down to jack off wildly while he peered through the peek hole to watch the horny exercise going on in the next cubicle. He shot his wad at about the same time as the other man and wiped off hurriedly on some folded toilet tissue, stood and pulled his pants up, zipped and went outside to wait at Bobo’s door.
The first man left his prick in Bobo’s mouth long after Bobo had drained him, then said in a fairly loud voice, “Okay, Harry—he’s all yours!”
Harry knocked on Bobo’s door and said, “Open up! This is the law!”
Bobo almost fainted from fright and at the same time, thought it was pretty funny for him to be sitting there with a guy’s prick in his mouth and 7 calling for his Vice Squad partner. The man pulled out of his mouth and as Bobo reached to open the door with a trembling hand, he noticed a few milky drops on the head of his big, beautiful dick. He had cum for the first time! And he didn’t know if it was from the excitement of the man’s gorgeous cock in his mouth or from the fear of being trapped—but it was cum—there was no doubt of that!
“Holy Christ, Max! He’s just a baby!” Harry said. “We’ll be laughed right off the force!”
“He’s a pretty fuckin’ good cock-sucker, I’ll tell you!” Max replied.
“I know—I watched him—I’ll tell you what, sonny—I’m going to take your name and address, but I won’t report you if you promise to meet us here tomorrow afternoon about this time. No wonder he’s a cock-sucker, Max—look at that dong on him!”
Bobo’s pants were still around his ankles and his giant tube was softening, but still full sized.
Harry reached out and took hold of it and pumped the foreskin back and forth several times. Several more drops of semen came out of Bobo’s slit and dribbled on Harry’s hand. Then Harry did an astonishing thing—he licked the drops off his hand and winked. “Tastes good, kid-nothing like little boy spunk!” he whispered.
“Are you guys really cops?” Bobo asked in awe.
“You bet, sonny, and it’s a good thing for you that you’re not a couple of years older!”
“Who else do you suck, kid?” Max asked.
Thinking fast, Bobo replied, “Just the guys who come in here.”
“No one by the name of Carl Forsythe?”
“Nooo—I don’t think so.”
“Alright—now give me your name and address and I’ll let you go.”
“Terrence Kelley—3905 Maple Avenue.”
“Here, kid—take a feel of this while I write this down.” He placed Bobo’s hand on the heavy cock hanging down his left pant leg and asked, “Doesn’t that feel good? Are you going to like sucking me off?”
“Uh-huh!” Bobo said fervently. “Want me to do it now?”
“Take it out and ask it!” Harry replied with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
Bobo unzipped and reached down into the man’s pants, capturing the giant that had gotten Harry his place on the Vice Squad. Bobo moaned softly as the outlandish sized monster came out in his fist and began to harden once again. Bobo pushed and pulled on the rubbery foreskin to cap rewarded with some crystal drops of lubricant in his hand. “Go ahead and ask it, sonny—put your mouth right down there on it and ask it!”
Bobo did better than that—he sucked the taut helmet into his mouth and Harry dropped his notebook and moaned.
“You two had better use these booths, Harry—someone’s liable to come in.”
“Okay—and you go in that third booth so no one else takes it.” Then he slyly added, “And you can watch us if you want to.”
“And I’ll probably be doing the same thing you were when you watched us!”
“You know I don’t beat my meat, Max!”
“No—just every hour on the hour!”
“Not if I can get someone like this little beauty to suck it!”
Bobo had already gone into his booth and locked the door, sitting down on the stool to wait for Harry’s prime slab of beef. He was more than surprised when Harry bent down to the hole and whispered, “‘You first, kid—then me.”
Max looked through the peek hole and was just as surprised when Bobo stood up and pushed his throbbing prick through the glory hole into Harry’s waiting mouth. “Well, I’ll be God damned!” he murmured, starting to get another hard-on as he viewed Bobo’s small, delectable ass hunching his gigantic tube into Harry’s mouth. “I never knew that Harry sucked dick! Wonder why we haven’t ever made it before!”
This time, Bobo really came and for a moment, he wished he could have saved it for Kerry—or Ben who had been waiting for such a long time, but the thought was soon banished from his mind as Harry’s big mouth milked him deliciously. His knees turned to rubber and he had to grab the top of the partition to keep from falling.
When he sat down to recover for a minute, Harry’s creamy monster came through the hole and even though Max had seen it dozens of times in like circumstances, it had never turned him on as much as it did right now and he found himself wishing that it was coming to him instead of Bobo. “Maybe tonight…” he thought as he felt his own nuts begin to boil from his fist’s ministrations.
After they told Bobo that he was free to go, but to be back the next day, Max asked, “You sucked that kid off, didn’t you, Harry?”
“You know fuckin’ well I did! You never knew that I grooved on cocks, did you?”
“I sure know you like to get yours gobbled! But I didn’t know you went both ways!”
“Especially with cute youngsters like him—with huge whangs!”
“Is that why you never approached me? I’ve got a pretty big joint myself!”
“Just about the greatest, I’d say—but that was one of the reasons I wanted you to watch—to let you know so I wouldn’t be embarrassed to have you turn me down.”
“Listen! When I saw that big salami of yours coming through the hole, I wished that it was me who was on the receiving end!”
“No kidding? You’d really suck my dick?”
“I’ve sure got it on my mind!”
“When? Let’s do it right now before you change your mind!”
“I don’t think I’ll change it, but I’ve got to have a little time to recuperate-two loads in fifteen minutes!”
“I’ve had the same amount and I’m still rarin’ to go!”
“Let’s save it for tonight when I’m good and ready again.”
“Great! I’m going to eat you alive!”
“Then there’s not going to be anything left of either of us—I have the same plans for you!”
“What about when I cum? Are you willing to go that far?”
“Well—it hasn’t seemed to hurt either you or the Kelley kid so I’m pretty sure I can hack it!”
* * *
When Kerry got home, there was a note from his mother saying that she had gone to visit her sister and wouldn’t be back that night, but there some cold chicken in the refrigerator and not to stay up too late. That was alright with Kerry because he hadn’t gotten along with her since she caught him and Scoey having sex with Fred—and then (probably more so) because he had refused to do any more whoring. Any respect Marion had had for Fred also disappeared and they had settled for an armed peace. Now that Kerry had found out that his dad had had sex with Bobo, too, he wondered just how far Fred had really gone.
He slowly undressed in the living room and scattered his clothes around as he always did, feeling warm when he remembered that his mother wouldn’t be home that night. All the better for his plans! Now there’d only be Fred to get past to get to go to Scoey’s later on.
Wow! Today had really been a day! Coming twice for the first time in his life and he had really shot a load and a half each time! And Ben! And Bobo! His prick slowly hardened as he stripped off his tight pants and remembered what a beauty of a joint Ben had—and him a preacher’s son! If Ben had a whang like that, then Mister Talman must be hung pretty well, too. He let his mind toy with the possibility of Ben going to bed with his father, then dismissed that and began to think of the first time he would have real sex with Bobo.
If he jacked off, would that wreck his feeling for the evening? His fist automatically encircled his straining peter and he lovingly pulled his translucent foreskin back and forth over the moist helmet, shivering a little at the delicious feeling it produced. Then he noticed with delight that the fuzz around the base of his gargantuan boner was turning into honest-to-God hair and he tugged it gently, wishing that he had a beautiful triangular patch like Ben and Scoey had. Somehow or other, his prick looked so naked, but he had to admit that the hairlessness made it look all the larger.
Suddenly, he realized that he hadn’t practiced sucking himself off for a while and besides, he had never gotten to taste his own semen. He sat in the old overstuffed chair in reverse, his legs over the back, then dropped them over his head, his knees on either side of it and found that since his cock had grown larger and longer, it was much easier to get it into his mouth. He remembered how Scoey had pulled on the back of his thighs to get a fucking motion and was soon in the delirious throes of approaching his climax.
Fred walked into the living room just as Kerry load surged into his throat and exclaimed, “My God, Kerry! What won’t you think of next?”
Kerry didn’t stop, but kept up the motion until his cream was spent, then he swung around into sitting position and said, “I just sucked myself off, Dad! I came for the first time today! And guess who I had sex with—Ben Talman!”
“The preacher’s, kid? Who’d have guessed it?”
“I also found out that Bobo has been having sex with Ben for a long time—not just jacking off—sucking!”
“Ben Talman—hmmm—he’s that real well-built guy who’s so shy, isn’t he?”
“Yeah—and he’s got a whopper! Almost as big as yours!”
“I wish you’d waited until I came home to put on this circus.”
“I found out something else—I know who got Bobo sucking!”
Fred grinned and said, “I guess I kept that secret pretty well, didn’t I?”
“Well, I’m going to get him tonight!”
