Chapter One
It couldn’t happen, but it did! Kerry Macon reached the fifteenth year with just about everything any male could desire. There was never any money in his family, but for some reason or other, every bit of the inadequate diet seemed to go to muscle, beauty of flesh and as it mattered, to his grossly hanging cock. It was a true work of art-dangling at least six inches down his left pant leg in quiescence and jutting up and outward to a full, sensational ten-and-a-half inches when it was hard!
Kerry was fully aware of his endowments and was pleased and proud to show them off at any time or place. His parents were slatterns and drunk as often as they could raise the price for a bottle, but in their son, they saw a great deal of reward if he could only marry his gorgeous dick off to some zany, wealthy broad. They cruised the bars all over town, trying to sell their son and his beautiful ten and a half inches. Once in a while, they were lucky and bedded Kerry down with some unwholesome, terribly rich bitch, but Kerry was usually so turned off, it was a trial to even get it up.
Kerry was a handsome boy, red headed and with the complexion to go with it. He didn’t care about the sun so his flesh remained waxen and creamy-not freckled as most red heads usually appeared. His body showed the full budding of the ideal athlete—his shoulders were immensely broad—his pectorals were square slabs of meaty beef and his abdominals showed the promise of becoming washboarded. His biceps measured seventeen inches and his ass looked like it had come out of a classical mold—small and alabaster with the roundness to make even the Pope get a hard-on!
When his father had seen what fortune blessed him with, he immediately taught Kerry to jack off, using his own overly large cock as a come-on. Kerry was like any kid who was on the over-sexed side and responded vigorously to the attention. Fred Macon, his father, had noticed the unreal bulge in the old, faded Levi’s when Kerry about eight years old and said to himself, “That little stud is really gonna have a whopper when he gets a few more years on him! I wonder if he plays with it yet?”
That night, to his wife, Marion, he said, “You’ve had more of a chance to see Kerry naked—is that dork as big as I think it is?”
Marion grinned and said, “He’s gonna whip you in about four or five more years! And nuts! They look like they belong on a bull!”
“Fuck! With that kind of a whang, he’s gonna be a real lady killer! I think it’s about time I showed him what it’s for. Do you know if he jacks it off yet?”
“I’ve never caught him at that—but it’s hard as a rock when he wakes up in the morning. He’s not embarrassed about it so I don’t think he’s had any experience at all.”
“Hmmm—he’s old enough then—I’ll wake him up tomorrow morning when it’s hard and teach him a few things.”
“Do you think that’s right, Fred? He’s only eight, you know.”
“Shit! I was jerkin’ my meat when I was six!”
“That thing is so big, it was probably getting in your way!”
Fred grinned and asked, “You don’t mind how far I go with him, do you?”
“What have you got in that alleged brain? Gonna teach him to suck?” Marion asked icily.
“Maybe!” Fred replied. “I want him to know all about sex!”
He was more than a little excited that evening as he thought about turning his young son on and experienced a series of monumental hard-ons each time he thought about it. As they watched television, he went through elaborate positions to show the tremendous bulge in his pants to Kerry and Kerry noticed each and every one of the vast tentings-up.
Fred received an enormous amount of satisfaction to see that Kerry was watching and the resulting hard-on was immense! Marion watched the exciting foreplay and was so hot when they went to bed, she pleaded with Fred to fuck, her, but he said “no,” he wanted to be completely fresh for his son’s initiation.
The following morning, Fred slipped into Kerry’s bedroom and seeing that Kerry was in a deep sleep, got into bed with him. His huge hands caressed Kerry’s satiny, hairless body from his immaturely developed chest, over the smooth I belly, bypassing his loins and down his thighs and calves. His outlandish prick was swollen to its vast extent and throbbed achingly, the slit in his crown drooling crystal tears of lubricant. The forbidden touch of his son’s body called forth every bit of sexuality in him and his lust was stronger than it had been since the night he raped a young girl in the park.
He raised the sheet and looked under with his heart in his throat and his breathing almost cut off. Sure enough, Kerry had a hard-on and it was so tremendous, Fred swallowed with difficulty, then took it in his fist gently. It pulsated strongly and Kerry moaned, and his pelvis lifted up in answer. Fred took Kerry’s right hand and placed it on his own prick, holding the small fist in position, then began jacking motions.
Bending his head down so that his face was only one or two inches from Kerry’s delightful, creamy giant, he inspected it closely, rolling the snug, translucent foreskin back and forth over the moist, rosy crown and rubbing his thumb over the deep slit, trying to encourage some pre-seminal fluid from it, but Kerry was too young for that. With a jerk, Kerry became wide awake, and the unexpected thrill of finding his dad in bed with him, his hand doing something grand to him and his own hand on his dad’s massive salami almost made him faint.
“Gee, Dad—I thought mine was big, but yours is a whopper!” he whispered.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s wonderful—and your hand feels so good!”
“This is called jacking off—never tried it before?”
“Not like that! I’ve pulled the skin back and forth, but not so it feels that way!”
“None of your friends have done this with you?”
“Nope—Bobo Kelley showed me his one day and I showed him mine—but we didn’t do anything.”
“How big is his?”
“Quite a bit smaller than mine—Is something wrong with me, Dad?”
“No, sonny—The bigger, the better! When you grow up, I’ll swear that yours is gonna be bigger than mine!”
“Gee!” Kerry said in awe. “Will I have to hide it?”
“Don’t you dare! That’s the greatest possession a man can have!”
“Dad—Dad! It’s starting to feel funny! I’ve—never—felt…”
“Just enjoy it! That’s the way it’s supposed to feel!”
“Oh! Dad! I—I—Oooh! Aaah! Stop, Dad! Stop! I can’t stand it!”
Fred stopped, but he said, “Don’t quit on me, son! I’ll really show you something! Just watch the head of my dick and you won’t believe what happens!”
Kerry used both his hands to jack his dad off and began to pant when his dad’s stomach and thigh muscles turned into steely bands as he began to groan in ecstasy. “Kiss it, sonny—kiss it for me!” he muttered.
Kerry was surprised at the request, knowing that that was where urine came from, but if his dad wanted it, it couldn’t be bad! He stopped his frantic pumping to kiss the proud, arrogant flesh, but Fred whispered, “Don’t stop with your hands, Kerry—Do it all at once!”
He began to kiss the huge, taut crown as he jacked the monster off and Fred said urgently, “I didn’t mean to just kiss it, baby—Run your tongue over it and try to get it into your mouth!”
Kerry was caught up in the ‘sensuous grandness of his father’s gorgeous peter and obeyed every command. Once he got the vast crest in his mouth, he involuntarily began to suck. “Oh. Christ, baby! That’s got it—That’s got it!”
Kerry was completely surprised at the thick, hot cream which crashed against his tonsils and for a moment, he thought his dad had pissed in his mouth, but the way he was groaning and writhing, Kerry knew that he was in Paradise!
“Squeeze my nuts, baby! Pull on ‘em!” Fred begged in the throes of one of his best ejaculations.
Kerry didn’t know whether to swallow or not, but the load was so copious, he had no choice—besides, it certainly wasn’t that bad. In that instant, he became a firm believer in swallowing semen which his dad hadn’t counted on.
By this time, Kerry’s prick had recovered from its aching orgasm and was once again demanding attention. Fred decided to finish what he had started and had Kerry reverse his body so that they were in sixty-nine position. “Stop sucking for a while, Kerry,” he said, “and I’ll let you see what it feels like.” Fred had never had a prick in his mouth before, but certainly was no stranger to a blow-job himself. What the fuck! Kerry was his own flesh and blood so why shouldn’t he?
Besides, he couldn’t come yet anyway—no different from sucking on a finger! Kerry moaned in disbelief as his dad’s ovalled lips sank over his dull scarlet crown and proceeded to engulf him to his hairless loins. Fred played with his nuts, then traced his finger down the ridge on the perineum and brushed it across Kerry asshole.
Kerry was shuddering and quivering uncontrollably with Fred’s delicious assault and grasped the monumental column next to his lips. He grabbed the enormously girthed base of the gleaming shaft in his hand and forced the plum-sized crown back into his mouth. Fred was astounded that he was ready for more so soon, but his hysterical weapon wasn’t to be denied and he groaned with pleasure as Kerry’s hidden talent asserted itself.
Kerry was in heaven—never knowing that that long, fat banana could afford him such pleasure. Bobo’s name flashed through his mind and he resolved then and there to show him this new thing that felt so wonderful!
Fred found himself wishing that Kerry could shoot a load—not being able to explain it to himself. Shit! Now that he thought of it, sex with Kerry was a lot more fun than with Marion! He certainly would go for seconds—that was for damned sure! Was he just finding out that he was queer? Was that what was happening to him? All he knew for sure was that Kerry’s worth had just lumped up by a thousand points!
After Fred had released his second load and Kerry had “tickled” again, they lay there spent for some time, then Fred said, “This is just between you and me, Kerry—you want to do this again, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, Dad!” Kerry replied fervently. “Then don’t ever tell anyone what we did!
Agreed?”
“Can’t I even tell Bobo?”
“Don’t tell him anything—if you want to do the same thing with him, it’s all right—but don’t ever say that we did it!”
“Would Mom be mad?”
“I don’t think so—but don’t tell her, either.”
“When can we do it again?”
“Whenever you want to—as long as no one knows about it.”
“Is it wrong, Dad?”
“Some people think so—just keep your mouth shut!”
“Okay, Dad—I will.”
“Did you mind the white stuff that came out of my dick?”
“Not once I got used to it—what is it?”
“That’s what makes babies, son.”
“When will I be able to do it?”
“When you’re eleven or so.”
“Does it feel any different?”
“Not really—and I want a promise from you—if you ever suck anyone off again, make sure that they suck you, too! Promise?”
“Sure, Dad—why?”
“To be called a cock-sucker isn’t very nice—and if they do it to you, believe me, they certainly won’t be throwing any stones!”
“And what we just did—dads and sons usually don’t do together, huh?”
“Not usually—but we’re more than a son and his dad, aren’t we?”
“I love you, Dad!”
“And I love you—especially after what we did.”
“I can’t wait to show Bobo!”
“Make sure he wants to do it before you go ahead.”
“I will, Dad—look—it’s getting hard again!”
“No more for right now—and just because I showed you how, don’t pump that thing until you get sores on it!”
Fred wiped his prick off thoroughly with Kerry’s T-shirt, placed his finger to his lips and slipped out of the room. Kerry looked at his throbbing hard-on and said to himself, “Once more isn’t going to hurt!” And he began to jack himself off slowly, the way his dad had done.
* * *
At recess the next day in the boys’ toilet. Kerry stood beside Bobo and looked at his prick with a great deal more interest than he had shown before. “Does your thing ever get hard like a rock?” he asked innocently. “Sure—and it gets big, too!”
“Did you ever do this?” Kerry inquired, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his crown.
“Yeah—but my mom said I shouldn’t—she said it was bad for me!”
“Well—she’s full of crap! My dad says it’s good for you!”
“You sure have got a big one, Kerry! Wish mine was that big!”
“Did you ever have anyone put their mouth on yours?”
“Nooo—Why? Does it feel good?”
“It sure does—better’n anything!”
“Who did it to you?”
“I can’t tell you—but you’ve never felt anything like it! And he squirted some white stuff out of the end of it, too! Have you ever seen any guy do that?”
“Yeah—Scoey Franklin did it for me one day last week.”
Scoey was the town idiot—not really so bad, but slow minded for sure. He was seventeen, but still in grade school and the target of terrible barbs from the younger kids he had to associate with. He was really a very good looking boy excepting for his usual blank expression and shambling walk. His cock was probably the biggest in the County, also! It measured a good twelve inches long and almost eight around; not circumcised and once it was up, it remained that way for hours.
Even though Scoey was slow in almost every respect, sexually, he was a grade-A student. He had been precocious in his sexual development and had shot his first load before he was eleven. He was addicted to anything sensual and was an inveterate masturbator. Because of his retardation, his only acquaintances were from the younger set of boys in town—including Kerry and Bobo. Most mothers warned their offspring to stay away from Scoey, not knowing what to expect from him next.
A bachelor veteran of World War II had been the first to discover that there was something strange about Scoey other than his affliction and had gasped in pleasure as Scoey hauled the monstrous giant out of his pants. Having noted an unbelievable lump running down Scoey’s left pant leg, he had promised Scoey a candy bar if he could see it. Scoey loved candy bars more than anything until the old warrior sucked him off for the first time. After that, Scoey could be had merely for the asking.
In the field where he had no competition, Scoey excelled—and more than one widowed or estranged wife found that Scoey was much more than an intelligent conversation. Scoey would take anything on—male or female—animals or holes large enough to stick his fantastic prick in. His spare time was spent in looking for sex and he had a perpetual hard-on which he relieved constantly—sometimes five and six times a day.
“Let’s go find him,” Kerry said excitedly. “Do you suppose he’ll show me, too?”
“Sure—but you’ll have to show him yours, too.”
“I don’t care—I like to.”
“He’s probably in the gym—he usually eats his lunch there.”
Kerry and Bobo found him there in the dressing room. He had obviously been jacking off because his fly wasn’t buttoned and his hard-on was fully apparent by its outline in his Levi’s, laying sideways over his hip bone. “What-cha doin’, Scoey—playing with your peter?” Bobo asked childishly.
Scoey started to button his Levi’s, but Kerry asked softly, “Can I see it, Scoey—I hear it’s a real beauty!”
That’s all Scoey had to hear and he grinned broadly as he ripped his buttons open again and hauled out his astonishing hose. It had lost some of its hardness, but it was still full-sized. “You have to show me yours, too—both of you!” Scoey said, his eyes growing bright at the prospect.
Both Kerry and Bobo pulled their cocks out of their flies, unable to take their eyes off Scoey’s gorgeous monstrosity which was now jerking into stiffness again. “I want to see the white cream come out of it!” Kerry exclaimed.
“Let’s take off our clothes and pretend we’re going to take showers, guys,” Bobo suggested.
The idea appealed to Kerry because he wanted to see Scoey stripped, not only to see his fabulous prick, but to see his balls, his pubic growth and the rest of his body. They shed their clothes swiftly and both Kerry and Bobo gasped when they saw Scoey naked. He had the body of an Adonis and the enormous nuts which hung behind the unbelievable cock would have done justice to a bull! His pubic hair grew in a neat triangle and the curls were as golden as wheat.
There was no hair on the high-set, square pectorals and his upper torso looked like a gymnast’s.
“Can I touch it?” Kerry asked, reaching for the jutting giant which was pulsating in jerks and bobs. Scoey nodded his head eagerly and reached for Kerry’s, too. He was more than pleased with the size of Kerry’s peter because he generally saw only the small peanuts on the other boys who were the same ages as Kerry and Bobo.
“Here—let me, too!” Bobo exclaimed. There was plenty of extra room on the greatly swollen shaft for both Kerry and Bobo to hold onto and they synchronized their movements. As he jacked Kerry and Bobo off, Scoey said, “I like to have it sucked. It feels a lot better than just a hand.”
“Not me!” Bobo replied. “Besides, you’d probably shoot your cream in my mouth!”
It took Kerry everything in his power not to fall to his knees in front of Scoey, but he decided it could wait until he got Scoey alone. Suddenly, Scoey threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips stretched across his clenched teeth. “It’s—almost—there—guys! I’m—gettin’—ready—to—shoot—my—wad! Yep! Here it comes! God damn, that feels good!”
Wildly spurting semen hurtled out of Scoey’s vast urethra to splash on the concrete floor, followed by gush after gush of the heavy man-sap. Scoey groaned with every volley and his small ass clenched and relaxed as his sphincter muscle contracted to force every drop from his testicles. “Gee!” Bobo said in awe, “you’ve really got a lot of it, haven’t you, Scoey?”
“Yep!” Scoey replied proudly, “but I sure hate to waste it—I sure wish my dick had been in someone’s mouth!”
“Who does it for you?” Kerry asked slyly. “I can’t tell—I promised!”
“I wouldn’t tell anybody! Really, Scoey! I want to know because he might do it to me!”
“I don’t think Carl Forsythe would want me to tell.”
“Okay, then—don’t tell me!” Kerry said, chuckling inside at the way Scoey had fallen into his trap.
“Maybe I’ll do it to you; you do it to me.”
“I’ll have to think about it—hey—it’s almost time for class! We’d better get out of here before Coach catches us!”
The boys dressed swiftly and raced for their next class. As they were running, Bobo panted, “You wouldn’t really suck his dick, would you?”
“Of course not—but I was sure trying to get him to suck mine!”
“And how about Carl Forsythe? Do you think he really sucks Scoey’s peter?”
“If you go for that sort of thing, Scoey’s sure got the dick to do it with! Man! I’ve never seen anything that big in my life!”
“At the farm where I stayed last summer, they had a stallion whose prick isn’t much bigger than Scoey’s—what would you do if yours was that big?”
With a grin, Kerry replied, “I think I’d suck it myself!”
