Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 13:04:43 -0800
From: auto90516@hushmail.com
Subject: Equally Cursed and Blessed (M/b)

CAUTION - CONTAINS HOT FILLING !

The usual stuff - This story details a young teenage boy encountering an
older man and the sex which ensues.  It is adult material and should not be
viewed by anyone who would find the subject offensive, nor is under the age
to digest such sludge.  If you continue beyond this point, you do so at
your own risk...so fasten your seatbelt !

"Equally Cursed and Blessed"

Kevin was 14 when it first happened to him and he loved every minute of
it. In fact he couldn't get enough of it when he first realised what fun it
could be.  He was a very athletic boy who played all kinds of sports at
school.  He swam, played football, enjoyed the gym and often spent several
hours there after school working out to improve his build and strength.

He was around 5'9" tall, with very broad shoulders, the swimming had helped
him develop a definite V shape to his smooth torso and not a single hair
adorned him yet.  Not on his chest anyway.  His nipples were developing
well too and used to stick out proudly when he got cold or excited. After
the first time he had caught them as he took his T-shirt off, he realised
that they held a magic power for him. His legs were firm and strong and
were yet to see any hair either. The only place he had hair was upon his
head, a thick mop of dirty blonde hair cut in a centre parting, to make a
cute little set of curtains that fell and were swept from his eyes with
equal frequency.  His eyes were blue, not just ordinary blue, but the blue
you see in the Caribbean, sparking and brilliant, complementing his hair
perfectly.

His tummy was flat and smooth and with all his exercise, his six- pack was
showing proudly. He had a small amount of thin wispy hair that ran from
just below his belly button down beneath his underwear to adjoin the
treasures beyond. His pert bum used to stick out in his jeans or whatever
he wore and his two smooth globes were such a strong feature on his taught
body.

As the third and youngest brother in a family of five, he used to have all
the hand me downs that his brothers had grown out of, so he got used to
worn out trousers that were too tight or too small.  It never bothered him
though, in fact he used to think that they made his body look so much
stronger when the clothes attempted to contain what lay beneath them.  One
thing used to make Kevin very proud though, and that swung between his
legs.

As his brothers and dad had been, he too was equally cursed and blessed
with a thick, long, uncut, teenage cock. Cursed, because it was so damm
difficult to hide and always got hard at the most inopportune of moments.
Blessed, because it made him very horny when other guys looked at it and he
loved the feel of his big dick as it pushed out in his Speedo's on the
beach, or filled his tight briefs at school.  He knew that he was a stud,
buthadn't yet had the chance to prove it.  For 14 years worth of growing,
it had become mighty big between his legs in the last few years.

He had developed early down there and at the age of 11 his cock was about
five inches soft and just over seven inches hard. He had a bush of black
hairs around the top of his cock.  His balls were hung heavy in his
underwear and yet were without hair around them.  Separated like two
oranges, they were full of his creamy young teenage boy spunk and he loved
pumping it out all over his smooth body at home, at school, and wherever he
got the chance.

Kevin was a walking mass of teenage hormones causing him no end of
adventures, many of which he never thought would give him so much pleasure.
Now at 14 he was beginning to learn so much more about his cock as it grew
with him.  Soft it was a little over seven inches long and hard just nudged
nine and a half inches on the old wooden ruler that had accompanied his
development into puberty. He used to be shy and hide his cock in the
showers. Little did he know the power of his youthful monster was an
untapped source of fun to be had.  He knew that his friends at school were
jealous and the teachers were envious too.  He also knew that older guys
used to look at his very full packet in his trousers, or when he played
football with no briefs underneath, his dick swung about causing gasps and
whispers form the spectators.

He dreamt of going into the bushes after school and letting men feel the
big bulge in his trousers, rubbing it and making the monster inside grow.
He longed for them to gently unzip him and slip off those tight black
smooth school trousers, to reveal his full briefs. Pulling them down, most
men would be shocked as they saw his thick young teenage boy cock, just
lying there limply across his smooth young legs, sleeping like a giant
waiting to be woken up. Kevin's fat teenage testicles would hang down low,
between his legs, or over his thigh making him a sight for sore eyes.
Soft, Kevin's cock was bigger than a lot of men hard, this caused him to
smirk and ended up making him very hard more often than not.

He became hard when thinking about men and yet he thought he was straight.
He liked girls but had not managed to find one yet that would take him and
his cock to bed. However his thoughts were often elsewhere. No matter how
much he tried to rid his mind of the idea of his thick hard teenage dick
banging against some guys face, he always came back to that same thought
with a jolt that would stir in his underwear and make him harder than a ten
day old corpse.  At school, he would purposely sit in class with his legs
spread wide open.  One teacher in particular, in his thirties couldn't keep
his eyes of the mound.  The teacher, Mr Cracker, had been drafted in when
his Physics teacher had broken his leg.  He had only had one lesson from
the teacher and was surprised when he made Kevin sit up the front.

He was no academic, but after one lesson he soon understood the reason was
so that he could stare at the big lump in the trousers.  The contours as
the soft thin material rose and fell across Kevin's young teenage packet,
accentuated the huge bugle that moved about as he would. When he swam he
would wear the tightest Speedo's he could fit into without cutting off the
circulation to his thick cock. Because of its size, he would have to push
it along his hip line, and even soft it would round the corner of his
narrow teenage, twenty-nine inch waist and try to escape out.

If he felt himself getting hard, he would think about something like Ohm's
Law, but sometimes it was too much for all those hormones bubbling inside
of him.  The waistline of the trunks begun to push out, his thick head
would rise angrily from deep within, poking above the top, touching his
belly button and continuing on heading for his mid-section with the speed
of a healthy teenagers soaring erection.

This had happened to him once or twice at the pool when he was there with
the school on swimming lessons.  All it took was a bit of flesh to come his
way or to have someone brush past his ample body and the blood would leave
his head on his shoulders and migrate to the head between his legs. The
deluge would leave him feeling horny and his cock would soon escape his
trunks.  No matter how desperately he tried, as soon as it got hard and
raced towards it nine and a half inch maximum, he nor the thin red Lycra
fabric could hold the meaty cock from arising between his thighs.
Furthermore, with lovely smooth low hanging bollocks the size of small
oranges, it looked an impressive sight soft, yet alone hard.  Kevin was a
fucking hot kid.

As it reached it's angry maximum, the thick uncircumcised head used to rub
against his flat smooth tummy, beyond his belly button and half way between
there and the underside of his pecs it would come to rest.  As he moved
about in the trunks the skin would work its way back and reveal a lovely
thick cock head the size of a plum.  The shaft was thicker than the arm of
girls he knew at school. A few times they had seen him getting hard at the
pool and as a result he soon became known as monster Kev, donkey Kev or
other names that referred to the size of his junior whopper.

When it got the stage that the skin had come back and was rubbing on his
abdomen, he knew he was getting close to spurting his rich boy seed
everywhere.  With lovely fat balls and a cock that a mule would be proud
of, you could be assured that he came in measures more akin to tablespoons.
When he saw the mess left either on his bed's sheets, in his underwear,
school trousers or up the wall behind him, he would liken it to someone
throwing a cupful of his thick teenage spunk over the item.  At times, it
didn't matter how much Physics he thought of, the surging in his testicles
and twitching of his fat cock mean that he had to spray a load out.

He never made a point of showing his big dick off, but the powerful weapon
hanging between his legs used to draw its own attention without any help
from Kevin.  After a few detentions for 'playing about' he knew better of
letting it flop about whilst certain of his teachers were present.  At the
pool he would try and discretely get out at the steps and climb very
closely, then rush to the steps leading up to the changing area.

He hoped and prayed that he wouldn't encounter another person from school,
but would be happier if it were a complete stranger.  In fact he was quite
proud of the rest of his body and loved the idea of an older man he had
never met before, seeing him out of the water and up the steps, body
glistening in water droplets, running off his shining hair, drops mingling
with the sweat and testosterone oozing from his pores.  His fat cock stuck
up playfully in his trunks, nudging at his upper body, looking like an
attachment to his slim body, rather than the cock of a 14 year old.

He would run into the nearest cubicle and painfully unwrap his cock from
his Speedos.  How could you hide a thick uncircumcised erect cock measuring
nine and half inches, on a twenty-nine inch waist?

With his trunks off, he would manage the fat tool in both hands and
playfully pull on the shaft, teasing the tip of his cock in and out.
Working up a rhythm he would wank that lovely teenage boy cock faster and
faster, trying desperately to keep his animal moans to a minimum. 14 years
old and wanking hard, his cock would be stiffer than a piece of rock and he
struggled to keep it away from his tummy as it hugged closely his smooth
stomach. The end would twitch and send electric shivers all over his body,
like another limb on his body, the feeling would rise and he would gasp for
breath eagerly.  Kevin's swollen bollocks would rise and fall swiftly with
every massive yank of the shaft, in time to the beat of his heart and
stroke of his hands.  After only about a minute it would rise beyond
redemption and he would stop breathing, powerful urges pushed his young
teenage spunk out of his large low hangers and Kevin's long nine and half
inch route to try and escape his dick head. In a short few seconds it would
reach the tip and his hips would start thrusting his young boy seed
forward.

The first of many spurts would escape and he would moan out loud as it shot
over his stomach, shoulder, missing his ear, and hitting the wall of the
cubicle with a thick slosh.  The sound of it often he would liken to when
his mum would spill cooking sauce on the lino in the kitchen. Rich and
tasty, the first load would be followed by between seven or eight other
creamy ropes of his junior load.  Kevin kept moaning as he arched his back,
thrusting his tender hips. He grabbed his balls and blasted his seed all
over the place.  At the finish, he would try and catch his breath and take
in the sight he had created.  He loved the idea of decorating things with
this heavy load and knew he could re-create until the cows came home.  He
was the most virile teenage stud he could ever imagine on the planet.

Kevin stood back and admired his spunk everywhere.  Over the walls of the
plastic cubicle, the cool stone tiles and slatted wooden seat.  It was like
an explosion and as it had left his cock head he had felt the same way
too. His load was splattered like some sort of creamy accident and he
grabbed his towel to mop up the mess.  The smell of his spunk would
permeate throughout the entire locker room area.  Anyone who came into,
until the ventilation had worked overtime, would be greeted by that magic
of young boy sperm, thick and heavy in the air, accentuating the powerful
rush of his boyhood.  By the time he had completed the clear up operation,
the towel reeked of his teenage sperm and was sodden with his teenage load.
He chucked the fucker in the corner and got dressed using a spare T-shirt
he had packed to dry his lithe body off.  His large cock wasn't the sort of
thing that you could hide easily when it was soft either.  After he had
dried and partially dressed, his cock hung low, well beyond the end of the
white Nike T shirt.  Not only that but his bollocks were swinging freely
beneath in the cool air.

His dick would hang at around seven inches soft, the head and his whole
cock looking bigger than all the boys he'd seen at his school erect.  His
beautiful smooth testicles would hang either side and due to their large
size, would be more than evident either side of the shaft.  As he walked
about the changing room, his cock would make the most delightful slapping
noise against his smooth teenage legs and his bollocks would stick with his
sweet smelling boy sweat to his thighs.  Most of the other boys in the
changing room would stare. Some would look away in anger and some would
look away in embarrassment.  In reality they had nothing to be embarrassed
about, as they were the ones more typical to the expected size of a 14
yearold boy.

He had struggled with many types of underwear over the last two years.
From briefs that were painful as he grew quickly through puberty, to the
boxers that provided no encapsulation for the large teenage package.  He
settled with boxer briefs.  Something that provided support and containment
and yet were long enough so as not to cause his smooth teenage bollocks to
slip out if he were bending down or messing about.  He fucking hated that
when he wore normal boxers and constantly found himself having to retrieve
his testicles or the long shaft as it fell from one leg and was exposed to
those around him. The looks he got from boys, girls, men and women teachers
as he thrust his hand deep into his boxers from his school trousers and
then the time he spent trying to get it back to where it belonged.  Boxer
briefs were just the ticket and he loved wearing white Tommy Hilfiger
briefs with the name sewn around the waistband.  He would slip them on and
draw them up his lovely long legs to the point where he had to grab his
cock and make sure it was correctly positioned in the arrangement.  He
would place all seven inches of the shaft down one leg and his large nads
to the other side.  Positioned strategically, he would pull them up and
snap the waistband and smile with satisfaction of the mission he had
accomplished.

On this occasion however, Kevin had forgotten his pants and decided to go
commando instead.  In many ways he loved the feel of an unfurnished
basement, as his dick would flop freely about in whatever loose trousers he
wore. In jeans or tighter strides, he would be confined but the lumps and
bumps would be more than evident.

In the meantime, he pulled on his white socks to each foot and from out of
his bag he took out a pair of adidas shiny black jogging bottoms, with
three white stripes along the length.  As he pulled them up they went on
fine but still he had to ensure that they settled over the large lump
caused by his long soft cock and fat teenage balls.  Although the joggers
were flexible, they held him nicely and were like most of his clothes tight
in the right places due to his shear size down there. Even so, the
mountainous lump would testify to his young endowment.  Shiny and black he
loved the look they would create and the feel of the smooth fabric rubbing
against his growing young body.  Clearly anyone could see how tight they
were over Kevin's pert teenage arse and disappeared deep up into the hot,
sweet crevice.  At the front, they looked as if they were covering
something that had been stuffed indecently down the front of the joggers.
Because his balls were big, they pushed the long tube of his meat forward
and in the shiny material caused it to point downwards, forming a heavy V,
low down in the crotch. From this point and either side the material would
stretch out making way for his cock as it swung about in the tight little
joggers as he jogged, jumped or ran about.

As he walked down the road, the cock would sway from side to side pulling
the material with it, his balls swinging freely about under the fat
dick. Anyone who saw him like this would stare openly at his packet swaying
about.  In loose jeans it would be more comfortable, but in joggers the big
meat flailed about and his nads would bounce against anything they could
collide with.  If at all possible he would avoid not wearing his pants, but
on this occasion he had clean forgotten and took the consequences, perhaps
not knowing the real consequences that lay before him.

He bounced down the steps outside of the pool and made his way into the
summer day that lay outside.  When the weather was hot, Kevin got way
horny.  He didn't know what made him like this, but his cock would rise and
fall more times than the sun over a millennium.  All the sights of naked
bodies or near naked bodies made him itch in places he had never itched
before.  Like most growing teenagers he found that he had to play with his
meat and two veg.  For most they may make it an innocuous exercise but for
him it was like a project to reach the underside of his full sweaty teenage
bags and give them a scratch.  His cock too needed stretching out, like
there was something happening inside of him, he needed to adjust it
frequently, feel it's might, or just check that it hadn't dropped off in
the last five minutes.  This got looks all the time as it appeared he had
to deal with a large alien that was attached to his the insides of his
underwear.

As Kevin strolled down the road he basked in the summer glory of the heat
beating down on his beautiful young body.  The sun was burning warm on his
blonde 'bum fluff' covered face and he decided to remove his T-shirt, enjoy
the weather that had been sent to increase his tan and show his buff little
body off.  He soon reached his local park and thought it time to take
advantage of his mood and the sun and have a game in the park.  Though he
had no ball, he thought 'what the hell' and walked through the wrought iron
park gates into three acres of flat grass to keep him entertained.

He looked around and was soon greeted by three young lads his age kicking a
ball around with gusto.  He walked up to the boys and took in their
features and status, in order to gauge where he stood.  They too seemed as
if they had enjoyed the day and had come to the park to relax and enjoy all
that it brought.  One in particular caught Kevin's eyes as he was stripped
off to the waist. His waist was confined by a pair of light blue Umbro
football shorts and he could see as the boy walked up to him that his dick
was big.  Not half as big as his own mind, but enough to cause interest to
the innocent onlooker as it moved about in those shorts, begging for men to
look at his crotch.  Kevin took the challenge without further question and
the four boys were soon kicking the ball about getting hot and sweaty in
the afternoon rays that beat down on their fit tanned bodies.  It didn't
really take long for the other boys to see that Kev had a massive bulge in
his joggers as it swayed about under that thin black shiny fabric.  Two of
the boys were keen on his lump and seemed almost mesmerised as it swung
about in the joggers, banging freely against his legs, hips and tummy, his
dick hit his body every time he moved quickly.  It wasn't until he saw the
man standing near the painted white lines to the football field that he
realised he was being watched from afar. As he ran about and his dick
flopped freely around, he noticed that the man was following his every step
with the magnetism of two poles, intent on meeting.  Kevin vaguely
recognised the man although he knew not from where. He began to find the
attention warming and it wasn't too long before the feelings of his young
cock stirring gently in his joggers began to grow deeper and it started to
move.  The other boys noticed him growing in his shiny black joggers too
and who could really miss that massive cock as it lengthened pushing out
even further until it struck a course down his leg.  Unfortunately, the
joggers were not that tight and this growing motion was not contained.
Instead the fat cock pushed along his smooth thigh and was soon to be seen
bouncing around like a jack in the box on heat, making the shiny fabric
strain to contain him.

The boredom of kicking a ball round the same small patch soon wore thin on
Kevin.  The strange thing was where his big dick laid, the material trying
most desperately to keep it in, was wearing thin too. It was no surprise
when you consider the power of his 14 year old cock flopping about in his
joggers, barely able to contain that massive cock and beautiful smooth
teenage bollocks, boiling with his sweet teenage cum.  In fact it had been
four days since Kevin had wanked himself off. Like most young boys his age,
he found himself taking his cock in his hands whenever he could, but he'd
been so busy with things at home and sports after school, he hadn't got
around to it. As a result he was feeling more horny than normal and his
bollocks had swollen with his lovely young teenage cum.

It didn't take long for the feeling that he needed to piss, to rise
steadily and he made excuses to leave and try to find somewhere to relieve
the pressure building up.  Kevin said his 'cheers' to the other lads and he
walked off across the grass to find somewhere to pull his weapon out and
drain the day's contents, from his lovely cock.

The other boys watched as he walked off and one whispered to the other, the
only word heard by other was 'cock' referring only to the size of Kevin.
For a lad of only 14, he most certainly had a beauty that any man would
have been proud to have, but to Kevin it was just another part of his
already big smooth young body.

Oddly, it didn't seem to bother the man that had been watching both Kevin
and the other boys, that they had finished playing football and that the
ball was no longer being kicked about the grass.  More so that the young
stud was making his way off the field and that this gave the man the chance
to see at closer detail the size and power of his cock as it moved around
in those shiny black joggers.  The man couldn't believe his eyes as he
struggled to take in the size of the package wobbling about in this 14 year
olds jogging pants.

How could a lad so young have a cock so big that you could see it bobbing
about from the length of a football field away.  Even in the distance, it's
length and size was enough to entertain folk who would be engaged in the
powerful hypnosis of it's swinging.

As he moved off, his dick could be seen quite clearly banging about and his
fat teenage bollocks were swaying about gently underneath his lovely young
cock.  Kevin soon saw in the distance a building that he could only imagine
to be a public toilet due to its size and its brick built nature.

Desperate to relieve himself, he headed for the building, unaware that the
man was following closely behind him, mesmerised by the movement of Kev's
tight arse cheeks moving about in their restricted confines and the
material being drawn into the heavenly crack. The odour from the teen
oozing behind him, making a trail of for any boy hungry man to follow and
pick up the scent of a developing youth, testosterone bleeding from him and
his lovely long cock begging for attention.

Kevin reached the dank opening that led into the public toilets.  He had
been in many loos before but the thought of being picked up in one had
never crossed his mind, even if it soon were to.  In fact he had stood in
hundreds of urinals with his cock in his hands draining the piss from the
lovely young monster.  When men came in and stood next to him he was shy
and tried to hide it away, but with a dick the size of his, it was not the
easiest of things to hold in his hand and hide.  With both hands poised
around the long fat tool, there was room to spare and more hung out the end
of his grip than he could cope with.  It didn't matter where he was, any
time that he got it out and drained off the piss, his dick would be there
looking for other people.  He dreaded the thought of anyone looking at it,
as when another person's eyes set upon the long dick, it started to move
and gain length with speed and proportion not known to most.  He could be
at a fair, in a park after football, or at school, but when there was
another hot human body next to his best possession, it would react
accordingly.

He walked across the piss-flooded floor to stand at the bare white ceramics
of the porcelain bowl that would take his waste.  The light above him had
broken and the windows were smashed out leaving nothing but the broken
remains of shattered glass hanging by a thread in the wooden frame.  Behind
him were three cubicles all with insecure doors that swung freely in the
same way he did when unsecured.  He glanced around and took in the fact
that the white walls were covered with a type of graffiti he had rarely
seen.  Scribbling on the wall testified to who had the biggest dick or came
the most or who wanted sex with whom on a particular date.  Just the sheer
thought of sex in such an odd place meant to Kevin that he was not the
worldly-wise young lad he thought he was. Prior to understanding the
meaning of these words or their intent, he would have never given a second
thought to undertaking the activities that the rude daubings were
suggesting.

He desperately struggled to retrieve his dick from the Adidas joggers he
wore.  Even with no underwear, the fight to get hold of the long dick and
take it from its confines was not so easy.  He lowered the waistband of the
joggers and felt as the stickiness from his football playing was trying to
keep them stuck closely to his smooth young tummy as he peeled it away.
The heavy scent from his sweaty teenage genitals filled the air.

Kevin reached deep down towards the bottom of the crotch of the jogging
bottoms and grabbed his meat with his hand, taking in his fingers and palm
the beautiful young piece of teenage meat.  He pulled gently and out fell
seven inches of 14 year old thick uncut boy cock with lovely loose foreskin
covering the end and a nice fat head contained deeply beneath it.  He stood
back from the urinals allowing himself room to aim it.

Over the edge of the waistband Kevin's fat bollocks spilled like something
trying to get way and hanging indecently down as he manipulated the dick in
his hands. His lovely bushy pubes like a junior forest around his growing
dick.  With an audible gasp of relief the sound escaped him and flowing
freely from his dick he pissed like he had never pissed before. He stood
there for what seemed like minutes as the piss streamed from him, saved
from his drinking during the day and he was in such a trance that he didn't
really hear the sound of another person's footsteps behind him on the tiled
floor.  Kevin was in relief mode and when he was letting loose a heavy load
of cum or piss saved from a day's activities, just the feeling of his cock
in his hand was enough to take him elsewhere.

The man who had been keeping an eye on him at the edge of the football
field was the same man who stood behind him now.  This man loved young
teenage boys, like Kevin, especially if they were around the age of 14,
with freshly developing bodies and with that feeling of growing puberty
that lay deep inside the boy.  What caught the man's attention though was
what caught most people's attention when Kevin was about and that was what
he had between his legs.  For over an hour the man had stood and took in
the beauty of this young boy.  With his T-shirt off, the sun bounced off
his smooth body, over his blonde hair as it shook in time with his cock,
down across his young chest, past his nipples which stood out like the
rubber on the end of a pencil and towards his 14 year old flat tummy.  The
sunshine stopped at the waistband of his joggers and the light caught in
the few wisps of hair that stuck over the edge, trailing the way to the
goodies beyond.

Even from the edge of the playing field, the beauty of this young lad and
more importantly, the obscene bulge in his joggers, had captivated the man.
How could the man not have noticed that this horny young teenage boy had 14
years worth of soft but thick young cock banging about between his legs.
The man considered him self to be a connoisseur of boys was taken in by the
size of the whopper as it freely flopped about in his Adidas joggers.
Looking like a third limb it swung about madly as he ran and when Kevin
jumped in success of goal scoring, the cock bounced up and down with him.
Indeed, with something of this size, it was no wonder that Kevin had a man
standing near him, breathing deeply in the boy scent fresh from his
14-year-old cock.  The man stood and took in the testosterone that flowed
from Kevin's body.  He could almost taste sex in the air there was that
much young boy smells bubbling.  It was only when the man took the place at
the next urinal, Kevin turned round and realised there was some one near to
him.  As his eyes grew used to the partial darkness and the figure next to
him, Kevin instantly remembered the face and body.  Indeed he looked
familiar, the man standing next to Kevin as he held his seven inch soft
cock in his hands, pissing in the public toilet, was the supply teacher
that had made him sit at the front of the class so he could drown in the
size of the bugle in Kevin's tight black school boys trousers and take in
his young body close up.  The man acknowledged Kevin with a smile and a
thought raced through the boy's mind as to why his teacher had come to
watch him play football and was now standing next to him. Kevin shook any
thoughts from his mind and came to the conclusion that he merely wanted a
piss, the same reason why he had stood there.  The pair said nothing and
Kevin continued with his piss splashing into the urinal, aware now the man
had gazed down and caught sight of his dick.

Kevin could piss by holding it with one had, but he found his cock would
drape down way over his fingers.  If he needed to shit and sat down, he
would find that with his smooth low hangers and long dick, it would sit on
the cold ceramic of the bowl.  As he grew up, the first time it was of
noticeable size and he sat down on the pan, it hit the porcelain and caused
him to jump up spraying piss all over his mum's bathroom floor.

After a few goes he mastered it and would hold it back or down allowing him
self to piss with comfort.  Standing at urinals was another matter.  He
could stand back and aim at the trough or stand close and get splash back.
Most times he would choose to stand back a little and let it do its work.
The only draw back when he was younger and didn't really know what to make
of his cock and it's size was that men would enter wherever he was posing
and wonder why he was placed so far back.  When they stole a glance down
there were gasps from a few and others just smiled and knew he would make
someone very happy one day. As he grew into his teens and became a little
more confident, he held the monster with both hands used to piss with wild
abandon.

Eventually, the pissing stopped from both parties, stood next to each other
at the urinals.  Kevin shook the dew off the lily by moving the foreskin
back and forth and working the end to squeeze the last few drops out.  The
man was transfixed in a stare that Kevin found captivating, until he saw
where the stare was fixed, at what he held with hands.  Never in pursuing
and having sex with horny teenage boys, had the man seen such a whopper on
a young lad.  Yes, with older men he had seen some prize-winners but it was
a rare find to stumble across a 14 year old boy with a cock that soft
looked to be around seven soft inches to his expert gaze.

"Err Mister Cracker." Kevin startled his teacher with the words piercing
the still air in the toilets.

Mr Cracker looked over at the young lad standing there with the beautiful
cock laying in his hands and smooth nads hanging between his legs, full of
creamy teenage boy juice.  His face must have been a picture to Kevin or to
anyone else that could have walked in at that moment, the sheer loss of
words was of little surprise when you consider what the eyes were taking in
and the brain was trying to comprehend.

Even though he had realised the boy was a little stud when he taught him in
class for the first time, he had no idea of the mule like tendencies until
the boy had stood up in his tight black school trousers and walked about
whilst Mr Cracker was setting up the experiment for light refraction.
While the lights were still on, the teacher arranged the pieces of
equipment and out of the corner of his eye, saw Kevin walking towards the
front of the class.  As it had on the football pitch just five minutes
earlier, this time the big lump in the black trousers was enough to
distract anyone the first time they saw it.  Mr Cracker was mesmerised by
the size of whatever was in there.  It seemed to be contained, in the boy's
tight briefs he thought to himself, but the way it pushed out from the
front made him aware that whatever it was, it deserved to be released from
within.  It was with this in mind that he continued with the experiment and
turned off the lights hoping to be able to get close to Kevin and find out
what lay inside those hot trousers.

Unfortunately, Kevin was like a cat on a hot tin roof and couldn't keep
still.  He moved around the classroom in the dark, looking at everyone
else's experiments to see how they were doing.  Mr Cracker could hear his
deep teenage voice breaking through the darkened room above the other
thirty voices of boys and girls in the room.

He couldn't put his finger on it, as much as he'd have liked to, but there
something enticing about this 14 year old young man that needed more of the
teacher's attention. With a penchant for the younger boys in the school,
this little man begged to be investigated.  When the experiment was over
and the lights came back on, Mr Cracker made a point of ensuring the boy
sat close to the front of the class.  He could then spend the remaining ten
minutes of the lesson absorbing himself in the lad he had been so strongly
attracted to.  He walked through the classroom, talking as he went and
stopping to prove a point to as he drew or used bits of the experiment to
illustrate certain principles.  At the same time he could admire the boy he
had taken a likening to.  He poured his eyes over the tight white shirt
that adorned Kevin's young body.The way it stretched over his chest and was
tucked into the top of the trousers, leading down in to the unexplored
territory. The huge rising from within the crotch area signified that this
boy needed to be part of an experiment of Cracker's own.

Mr Cracker responded well to challenges and had today followed Kevin out of
the pool, along the road as he had stripped his T-shirt off and into the
park.  He had hoped that Kevin would be playing football. Since the lesson
in light at school and things that look big, he had tried desperately to
catch him in one of his many after school activities. Through the usual
route of staff room gossip, he had even heard tales about the young lad in
year 7 with the big willy and how it could be seen in his football shorts
when he played football or in his trunks if they went swimming. His ears
pricked up and without drawing attention to himself, listened closer to
what was being said.

Two young females trainee teachers were standing in the corner smoking and
talking quietly, thinking that they could not be overheard.  They continued
to talk about how indecent it was and how the boy they named as Kevin,
could wear something more appropriate when he played sports to stop the
girls being so embarrassed.  As a result of this fascinating piece of
information, Cracker had checked the school sports listings to see which
sport Kevin played and had tried to catch him at football, just out of
curiosity.  He could only imagine the sight of the same boy he had seen
looking huge in his black trousers, dressed in the school's white Umbro
shorts and how they would attempt or rather not attempt to contain his
equipment On each occasion though his plans had been thwarted by something
that happened at work or Kevin's own plans changing and so he never got to
see the boy playing sports.  So his chance had now arrived, Mr Cracker
stood there in some public toilets, next to the lad of his dreams, a young
14 year old with a huge piece of boy meat in his hands, pulling it back and
forth, struggling with his own senses to take in the sight.

Kevin's voice again broke the silence, "It is Mister Cracker isn't it." He
said.  "Yes, but please, you don't need to call me that here Kevin."

Remembering the boy's name like it was second nature, that he had known him
for many years.

"If you want to talk to a boring old teacher like me, please call me
Graham, outside of school at least."

Kevin stood there still taking in the situation, his dick still lying in
both hands, the pair frozen like rabbits in the headlights of a car about
to run them down.  Kevin broke the short period of stillness since the last
word and called his supply teacher by his first name, asking him what
brought him to the park on a day like this.

"Just to enjoy the sights and check a few things out." Graham replied.

"What did you want to check out."? Kevin fired back with intrigue and
question in his voice.

"Well I had heard some rumours about you and needed to know if they were
true or not." The teacher said.

The bait had been laid and the question only needed answering as to what
rumours exactly Graham Cracker was referring to.  As the boy stood there
still with is cock in his hands, there could be no doubt as to exactly what
rumours the teacher was talking about.

Kevin knew that people spoke about the size of his cock and how a
14-year-old boy could have such an impossibly large one.  He knew that
girls giggled when he wore his Speedos at the pool and that even some of
the teachers had passed comment to him once or twice about his prodigious
piece of meat.

He couldn't really be wrong when the thought flashed through his mind that
his teacher was going to ask him about his dick.  The thought he could not
tear from his head was that he actually found himself turned on by the
attention of this particular teacher.  The way he had been looked at on the
football field and made to sit at the front of Mr Cracker's class meant
that without further question, the next one would be about his young
teenage cock.

Cracker took the lead this time and asked "I have heard you're quite well
hung for a boy your age and just wanted to know if that was fact or
fiction."

"Fact." taunted Kevin as he still held it, more for Graham to see what was
on offer.

By his reckoning about seven inches of 14 year old teenage cock laid calmly
across both the of the boy's hands.The teacher smiled and knew he had
gained the boy's confidence to some degree. If he could get to wank the
boy's massive dick off, that would be great. If he could get to suck on
that impressive piece of flesh he would be happy, to have any more would be
a distinct advantage but Graham wasn't a greedy man, unless of course young
teenage boy meat was involved.

Enough was enough for Kevin.  His cock had begun to slowly stretch in his
hand and he had become just a little conscious of where he was.  He decided
better of it for the moment and attempted to stuff it back into his
joggers.  He grabbed the front of them with one hand and held the snaking
cock in the other, pushing it into the black Adidas bottoms and leaving it
to settle.  The result was quite unsuitable for walking out of the toilets,
in case someone would see him getting a big old hard on.  The front of the
jogging bottoms was stretched beyond belief, something poked out at 45
degrees to his body that looked like a cucumber had been forced down the
front.  They were so full of his young meat that they were being weighed
down heavily and the waistband was being pulled down, exposing his young
firm, smooth, tummy.  Graham knew he had struck gold when he saw this
beautiful sight.

Kevin stood there trying to look as innocent as possible. Which, when you
consider that he had something poking from between his legs that would not
miss-placed on an adult porn star, the 14 year old boy could not be seen as
innocent by Graham.  He was in love with the boy, his dirty blonde hair,
his cheeky angelic face, his sparkling blue eyes, his smooth tanned body
and that piece of cock that poked out in his jogging bottoms.  He needed to
make the bridge to the next part of the conversation and get the boy back
to his house so that he could continue to find the treasure that lay within
the boy's pants, sure that it was plentiful from what he had seen.  Just
walking away after seeing that monster was not an option.

At last the words came out and Graham said "We could go to a McDonald's if
you like Kevin and get something to eat, or go back to mine and talk about
the school football team and stuff."

He had laid the trail and just needed Kevin to pick it up and run with it.
"Ok then mate, let's go back to yours first then we can go to McD's after
for something to eat when we've worked up some energy."

Graham had no idea what the boy actually meant, he could only dream of that
cock being thrust down his throat with the wild teenage force known only to
a horny 14 year old. The sight of it softening in the joggers made it look
big none the less, but he could guess it would swell to bigger proportions
if he were able to get his hands on it and work it up into a frenzy.

They both agreed to go back to Graham's house and left the dark toilets,
emerging from partial darkness into what remained of the brilliant sunshine
of the afternoon. It was only when the sun fell again on the boy's body
that Graham was able to closely take in his every detail. Kevin kept his
T-shirt off and like any lazy teenager, passed it back to Graham to hold
onto.  As Kevin walked on ahead, he lifted the T-shirt to his face and
suffocated himself in the smell of this horny 14-year-old boy.  He rubbed
the shirt all over his face and inhaled the sweet teenage boy smell that
had impregnated it, gloriously he took in that odour of the young lad's
armpits to the point where Graham nearly fainted with the bliss he became
submerged in.  He took the T-shirt away from under his nose and looked up
to see Kevin striding along.  Following with pace, he watched the back of
the lad and starting at the top, took in his muscular back, without an
ounce of fat attached to it, the way that each sinewy muscle moved under
his taught skin.  Kevin's arse looked just perfect.  Like two melons,
separated by the seam of the shiny black material, it clung to the perfect
mounds and moved gracefully with each step the boy took. The seam of the
joggers disappearing deep into his large crevice between the cheeks.  His
long smooth legs hiding beneath, Graham picked up pace, thinking about
getting this horny 14 year old teenager home and to get to what else was
hiding beneath his pants.

As the pair walked down the street they chatted about the football team
that Kevin belonged to.  He had joined early at the age of 12 when he was
sure that his powerful young legs could take him to better things and make
him into the young star he was destined to become.  Only for Kevin, he had
no idea he would end up the sort of star that most men imagined he would
surely become with such equipment.  They chatted about how he was their
number one player in the team and how he longed to aspire to greater
things.  He spoke of how the local newspaper had visited them and how they
wanted to catch the front page of the local paper, a picture of the whole
team in jubilant triumph from their latest success.

It was at this point that Cracker saw his opening and mentioned that he was
a photographer and how he wanted to improve his focus on local sports.
Kevin quickly saw an opportunity for fame and mentioned that he needed to
raise his visibility within the team and also amongst the talent spotters
for the local youth teams.

Kevin then said, "Why don't you take some photos of me for the school mag
and I could submit them as if I had taken them?"

The bait had been taken yet again and Cracker took the chance and said that
he would gladly take some shots of the boy in his strip or in action to
heighten his profile locally.  The neared Graham Cracker's home and the
anticipation soared in the veins of both people.  Kevin as he knew this was
his chance to shine and Cracker as he knew this was his chance to snap some
shots of the teenage boy of his dreams.  They entered the large red brick
house via the front door and Kevin immediately found himself at home
lounging on the sofa in the front room.  His legs spread wide and his
joggers now open exposing himself to the prying eyes of anyone who cared to
view the wares on display. Mr Cracker found himself strangely drawn to the
boy on display and quickly reminded him of the offer to record the boy for
the prosperity of his status.

He soon realised that this would be his one and only chance and mentioned
too that he could sell the shots to the local papers or indeed a national
sports mag if they were of the right quality.  Young Kevin had never
thought he would even reach this stage in his career and was easily
overcome in anticipation of his dreamy future, so he agreed with whatever
Cracker said.

"Why don't you relax on the sofa in your joggers and I'll go and get my
Pentax to record you in your relaxed state."

He was clearly excited by the possibility of snapping the boy in any sports
attire he could be captured in.  So he rushed up the stairs of his own
house and grabbed at the camera sitting on his bedside table. He knew that
this was one of those moments where if he didn't seize it, it'd never ever
be there again.  As he bounded down the stairs it was obvious from what lay
in front of him that the young 14 year old boy was getting very excited by
the thought of being recorded on film and this was having an effect on him.

As Cracker reached the bottom of the stairs he saw that Kevin had stripped
of his T-shirt and was laying right back with both legs spread.  The result
was a large unsightly bulge being left in the front of Kevin's jogging
bottoms.  As Mr Cracker took in the wonderful sight before him, Kevin lay
right back and let himself sink deeper in to the bliss that he was enjoying
of his own adoration.  Cracker's eyes focused in on the lump that was being
pushed up into Kevin's crotch area and was heavily pronounced in the front
of the joggers. He couldn't even blink as he stood and stared at the beauty
of what was before him.  Tanned, smooth and only 14 years old, the boy was
stripped naked to the waist and dressed in a tight pair of black Adidas
jogging bottoms with everything on display and very clearly marked for his
attention. Who could resist such an offer?

The first thing that Cracker said was "My God Kevin, there's enough there
for everyone to share."

Partly in jest, but very much accurate, he referred to the almighty bulge
that rose between the young boy's legs and proudly displayed the fact that
he was hiding a monster surprise waiting his legs.  The only thing that the
young lad could do was giggle in anticipation of the official unveiling and
layback even further, pushing the huge lump forward and allowing Mr Cracker
to see it. There was not a lot that the teacher could do to avoid looking
at the massive swelling down the front of the boy's joggers.  He picked his
camera up and started recording the sight that he had spread before
him.Even if Kevin thought anything other than his teacher was taking snaps
of the boy for a football magazine, Cracker knew otherwise and squeezed off
many pictures of the reclining youth in all his splendour.

Little did Kevin know but his teacher was snapping away with delight for
his latest venture.  He had joined forces with another fan of fresh teenage
boy flesh and they going to see who would be first to submit a picture to a
magazine called "Young Hung and full of Cum".  Of course Cracker knew that
his big boy filled more than adequately, at least two of those categories
and desperately needed to know where he fitted on the remaining title.  He
could only but guess from what he had seen at school as Kevin's fat low
hanging balls dominated his school trousers and made the whole appearance
of his rather large packet, even bigger.

It was more than evident that Kevin was getting a little hot under the
collar from all the attention he was receiving from his teacher and the
ever-present camera as it snapped away at the boy. Kevin was really proud
to be under observation from someone that he admired and also someone who
took an interest in his school football team. In return, he gave his all
and pushed his hips off the seat of the sofa and made sure that what he had
on offer was not out of sight.  The clicking of the camera and constant
instruction from his teacher to change the pose by sitting up, or
stretching his legs out wider, soon became too much for the poor young
horny boy and his cock began to move along his smooth thigh and head south.
This caught the eyes of his teacher quicker than you could say 'junior
whopper' and he soon zoomed in on the huge delightful tube appearing down
Kevin's right leg.  As it increased with girth and length the effect made
on the joggers was that they were being pulled away from their previous
tight confines and making quite an impressive rise in the boys black shiny
jogging bottoms.

Cracker could not contain himself and asked Kevin to hold himself, just to
confirm that it was all his and not something stuffed down there like socks
for effect.  He thought no more about it and Kevin grabbed his thick cock
through the thin confining material and accentuated the pure size of it
against his joggers.  Graham was in seventh heaven as he watched the boy
gently working over the mighty weapon and massaging his cock and meaty
bollocks.  He knew that Kevin was getting very hot and bothered under there
and wanted to make the next move, to ask him to strip his joggers off and
reveal that large prize cock that was hidden underneath.

Taking the next step in the adventure and thinking too of the wonderful
shots of this horny young 14 year old he make and spread them over the
centre pages of 'Young Hung and full of Cum' he boldly suggested that Big
Kev made himself more comfortable and take off his joggers.  The delightful
grin that made its way cover the boys face indicated to Cracker that he had
made this next step with perfect timing as Kevin was most compliant and dug
his finger into the waistband of the tracksuit bottoms and started peeling
them down.  A gasp was all that could be heard in the room as they were
lowered to display the excited length of the wonderful big tool hiding
under the joggers.  The shiny black material was dragged slowly down and
his thick bushy pubes sprung out looking so magnificent.  As each move was
made, inch-by-inch of the thick young cock slowly came into view until the
end was obviously getting near and he made that final tug. To the delight
of Mr Cracker, he made that move and Kevin pulled them off completely below
his smooth young thighs and up flopped the most massive piece of young boy
cock that had ever seen on a beautiful 14-year-old boy.  Cracker was in his
prime as he had the chance to record the status of the massive young cock
as it became free. He guessed it to be around 9 juicy teenage inches long
and snapped off even more on his 36 exposure roll, knowing soon he would
have to change the film to be able to capture this horny young stud in his
prime and glory.

All the teacher could do was click and focus on the fucking fat piece of
flesh that was waggling on the boy's waist, banging about freely against
his divinely smooth tummy, with the thick head touching his belly and
heading beyond it.  He urged Kevin to grab himself and feel the power of
his big beauty, and so the boy held his own young cock in both hands just
fitting around it's massive girth, but grasping it and holding on tight
with all his teenage energy. He held the fat cock with both hands and
wanked the massive shaft slowly drawing the foreskin back and forth across
the thick head.  The sight was awesome and barely believable if you
considered the young lad's age.  Mr Cracker took the brief pause in his
lusty desires to change the roll of film and restock with another 36
opportunities to record this boy and his 14 year old lovely long cock.

Kevin was obviously submerged in his own boyish delight, as he worked the
teenage pole skilfully with both hands he began to emit a shallow moan.
There was nothing that Cracker liked better than the sounds of a horny
young lad wanking on his dick. What made it 100 times better was the beauty
he was working over with obvious delight. Kevin was a thousand miles away,
doing what teenage boys did best, tossing themselves off.  He was an
accomplished perfectionist and it showed.  Even if he was oblivious to the
true size of his lengthy young cock he must have at least realised that it
was a pretty impressive sight and that it's sheer length attracted people's
gaze. He knew that from school when girls giggled as he walked past them in
his football shorts on the way to practice, as soft it swung about at seven
lovely long inches, making the fabric of the shorts move like curtains in a
gale.  All that Graham Cracker could do now was enjoy the moment and record
the joyous event.  He knew too that his chance to take advantage of the
junior whopper would be short lived and not to be missed.  He loved the
idea of getting down on his knees and worshipping any teenage dick but one
that was attached to the body of such a big stud muffin, could not be
missed.  Furthermore he knew that this was probably the one and only chance
he would get to wank off a straight teenage boy in the throes of his young
orgasm.

Cracker sunk to his knees and scuttled over to the edge of the sofa that
the now naked 14-year-old Kevin was settled on.  The boy was stretched out
with one leg cocked up and his smooth rounded bum rubbing on his teacher's
sofa.  He drowned in the opulence of the teenager who was avidly wanking
his thick, long cock.

Kevin barely moved an inch as his supply teacher made for the kill.  The
boy must have sensed that his fat cock was soon going to be gobbled up in
someone's hot mouth, bringing him to new pleasures as he had never yet
experienced the delights of oral sex on his beautifully enlarged penis.
What he had never anticipated, even in his wildest dreams was that it would
be an older person, a man, or even the teacher who had made him sit at the
front of the class, so that he could ogle the fucking hot teenage packet
that sat spread before him.  His body was awash with testosterone as it
coursed through his lithe, fit, body, filling his mind with the same horny
thoughts that caused him to pump a hefty load of his sperm everywhere,
whenever he wanked at home or at school.  He knew that he was heading for
the same destination and his supply teacher could only dream of the
bountiful load that would be shot from the young boy's huge fucking cock.

The teacher lowered his mouth towards Kevin's beautiful piss hole.  All
nine and half inches were fully hard and it was hugging his developing
young stomach like an oversized banana on a bunch, refusing to come away
from a tree. Cracker gazed down the length and breathed in as he inhaled
the smell of a gorgeous sweaty boy, flogging his cock like there was no
tomorrow.  He became mesmerised by the rhythm of the rise and fall of the
14 year olds very full bollocks.  He guessed that Kevin had not had the
chance to wank it off for a few days prior to the present time as they were
heavily laden with his boiling teenage sperm and ready to shoot a very
healthy young load all over the nearest object that got in the way.
Completely smooth and low they hung deep between his young thighs. With
this thought planted firmly in the older man's head, Graham Cracker made
his way to dock onto the massive plum size and shaped cock head that sat
obscenely atop his nine and half inch, 14 year old, teenage boy cock.  He
opened his mouth and stretched wide to accommodate the young boy's big
powerful penis.  As he strained even further, his warm breath hit the
sensitive exposed head of Kevin's dong and he let out a hard moan before
Cracker's mouth enveloped the big cock head completely and clamped closely
shut over the monster fucker.

If wanking and spraying his heavy teenage load was heaven, Kevin had no
idea what he was experiencing, as he had reached new limits, never explored
before.  He had only dreamt of getting a blow job and had never stopped for
one second to contemplate that it might be from a man, yet alone his horny
boy loving teacher, who had a thing for boys with lovely big dicks, like
his.  Kevin was completely over come in the sheer indescribable joy of
having his fat cock sucked and his teacher was really going to town on the
beautiful weapon he had his lips closed over.  Up and down the mouth worked
on the shining red head of his thick bell end, making Kevin wince each time
the mouth was taken off to be quickly put back, but taking even more of his
large cock down the hot and wet, willing throat. If he thought his young
nipples were sensitive in the cold weather, then he had found probably the
most erogenous part of his body to date and someone was worshipping his big
teenage dick like it was going out of fashion.

Cracker could not miss the chance to record such a moment and before going
down on the horny teen, he had set up his tripod and camera position, to
capture some of Kevin's moments of bliss as he blew the kid and worked him
towards a climax.  He knew if he could make him cum and snap some of the
boy blowing his load, he would understand the result of all the hard work
he had put in to the experiment so far.  In addition the front page of
"Young, Hung and full of Cum", would never quite be the same in any
successive issue.  Consequently, he had arranged the camera in the corner
of the room and set it to timer, so it popped one off every ten seconds,
hoping that it would take less than the allotted six minutes to make the
stud blow his teenage sperm high in the sky. He knew he was well on the way
to success as he heard the wild 14 year olds moaning getting louder and
louder in his own living room, delighting in his high pitched squeals when
he pushed the foreskin back further and deep grunts as Kevin pushed even
more of his cock down the man's mouth.

He knew it was time to go that little bit further again and Graham with his
free hand, found the large saggy teenage testicles that were extremely low
slung between Kevin's smooth thighs.  How could a boy that was so well
developed between his legs be so smooth and perfect he found himself saying
in his head, as he worked over the heavily swollen balls in his free hand.
No wonder this lad had plenty of rumours going around the school about him
and God knows they were true. Cracker recalled the gossipy girly teachers
in the staff room complaining about the fact that the boy, whose cock was
now firmly wedged in the teachers throat, should "cover himself up more
when he played sports" as his meat and two veg were clearly visible from a
satellite in the sky. How the fuck could you cover something up like this,
ran through the man's head.  For two reasons it was impossible to hide the
waiting treat.  One, it would have been improper Cracker thought the right
word was, improper that a teenager so well hung should have to hide away
the monument that should have been on display for all to see. Two, how in
the world would it have been possible when you consider the size of the
combined items.  No wonder the boy's trousers looked ridiculous on him,
that his football shorts looked like he was carrying a basketball in the
middle of his body or that his Speedos looked as if someone was smuggling
an oversized vegetable in the wet shiny Lycra that clung atop Kevin's cock.

With his spare hand now completely full with two smooth balls being
manipulated around and around in his hand, he knew that the 14 years worth
of developing teenage spunk must have been working overtime at treble rate
to be made and start making it's was to the long journey to be expired.

The thrusting became more demanding on poor Graham Cracker's mouth and
throat muscles, as Kevin was lost deep in wild teenage abandon.  The animal
part of the young boy had taken over as he let the balls drop low. There
was cock, bushy pubic hair being crammed into the older man's face and
smooth boy bags banging against Graham's chin.  If he could have died this
way he would be a happy man indeed.

He gasped for air deeply and took a long breath through his nostrils in
order to move onto the next part. Graham sorely wanted to deep throat the
boy properly and give him what he was entitled too with a cock so large.
To have nine and half inches of 14-year-old teenage meat wedged down ones
throat and hot sweaty bollocks resting on one's chin, was a thought he
never imagined would come true.  Yet here it was in practice.  Kevin, one
of Cracker's own pupils, naked on his sofa, in his lounge,in his house,
with his legs spread wide and Cracker on his knees practising his sword
swallowing.  Except this was no ordinary sword, this was a might fine one
belonging to a boy who was made to be orally satisfied, made to be recorded
for prosperity in "Young, Hung and full of Cum" as he was a stunning image
of the title in every sense.

With one foul swoop, he let Kevin's magnificent cock slide right down his
throat until all nine and half inches were firmly planted inside his hot
wet mouth. Kevin moaned and looked down between his own smooth legs to
realise that Cracker had taken him whole, looking deep into the man's eyes
he now knew the true meaning of a blow job. He lustily pumped away gaining
even more momentum and saw tears forming in Cracker's eyes, as he struggled
to accommodate the big bastard.  It was all too much for poor old Cracker
and he gently eased of the fucking big long cock, drawing his hot mouth
tightly around the hard shaft as he pulled up inch by inch, until it was
again revealed, shining wet and hard like a shrine to Kevin's horny young
body.  It stood there with a life of its own, waggling about, twitching as
the end of his fat cock sniffed the air, looking for another warm hole to
shove its horny length right into.  Kevin again let out a sigh of relief as
his huge cock was fully exposed to the air.  The big flared head looked all
angry and red, breathing a life of its own and throbbing in time to blood
as it made its way from the young lad's body to support his cock. Cracker's
drool ran down the fat shaft making it shine, some collecting in the boy's
pubes and some trickling down onto his swollen balls.  This did nothing
less than make the boy look even hornier and Cracker too. As he heard the
camera clicking away in the background, all he could think about was how
the front page would look and how many men would be rock hard in their
underwear, envious of the photographer, as they dreamed of getting close to
such a young teenage stud.

He wondered about telling Kevin about the magazine, but was so lost in his
own dream, that he daren't try.  Even if he did, what affect would it have
on Kevin he wondered.  Probably make the boy run miles. Little did he know
it would have quite the opposite effect.

There was no doubt about it, the big thing looked as impressive now as it
had the first time and even more so in comparison to seeing it hidden
beneath his joggers. How could something so big on a slim, twenty-nine inch
waisted, horny young lad not impress anyone who hankered after extremely
well hung teenage boys.  The fucker bobbed about and Cracker knew he had to
go for the kill one more time, before bringing him off to a shuddering
climax.  The only dilemma before the older man was where to put Kevin's boy
spunk.  Would he wank him hard and deposit it over his face, shoot the
teenage load straight down his throat and gamble on the fact he might drown
in the experience or aim the thick lock cock back over Kevin's smooth tummy
and cover him in his own teen juices.  So many choices and so little time
he thought.

He still couldn't make up his mind, but instead decided to wank that mighty
fucker off and decide as young Kevin neared his junior orgasm.  He held on
tight to the hot teenage shaft with both hands clasped as firmly around the
towering cock as he could.  It felt harder than granite rock and yet was
hot to the touch and fleshy at the same time.  The skin on the shaft was
taught and veins ran over its nine and a half inch length.  He pulled at it
gently and back came the foreskin over his cock head to reveal that nice
big dome on which he had previously sucked to oblivion.  Cracker was amazed
looking at the beautiful thing, as to how a lad of only fourteen had
acquired such a nasty big cock.  He looked right into the piss hole as you
do looking down the end of a hose, waiting for some one to turn the tap on
and be drowned in the water that emerges from the end, as in some 50's
black and white comedy.

Cracker went for broke now and tossed the boy's big dick off with all the
energy he had left inside him.  Back and forth he went working over the
monster and making Kevin's breathing speed up, gasping for short intakes of
air as he reached a sensitive level and then dropped off. He looked up and
saw the boy's eyes were open wide but his pupils were heavily dilated and
rolling around in the back of the sockets as Kevin's semen churned deep in
the boy's fat bollocks.

There was one thing missing from the scene to ensure Kevin blew the biggest
load in his young life.  That one thing was a digit placed around his tight
little teenage hole, then pushed slowly in to allow him to get used to it.
The other option was to prize apart the boy's smooth bum cheeks and shove a
warm tongue deep in between the buns and find the hot ring that lay inside
there.  Cracker knew that the boy had probably never been anally pleasured
before and so someone fiddling with his hole, would set him off, like a
Catherine wheel being lit, streaming it's array of glory behind it until it
ran out of steam.  With this in mind, he gripped tightly onto the shaft,
like his life depended on it.  At the same time he moved his face off of
the smouldering monster and sniffed out Kevin's hot sweaty hole.  From his
game at the park, the walk home, to the first man on boy sexual experience
he had ever experienced, the effect was that Kevin was secreting teen boy
smells as far as the nose could detect.  His young arse was a warm haven of
boyishness. Cracker had no other reason to bring the boy to his best
spunking finish, other than to enjoy Kevin spurting his glorious thick
teenage load everywhere and so he knew he must do whatever was necessary to
heighten the occasion.

With this in mind, he used his fingers to divide what was showing of the
smooth rounded arse cheeks that were firmly planted on Cracker's sofa.  He
gently spread the soft mounds and heard another deep teenage moan escape
from Kevin's mouth.

He must have had some idea as to what was coming next. How could a man
perched between your legs, with your cock in his hands and nostrils blowing
warm air over your arse, not mean anything else.  Graham gulped and plunged
his tongue deep between Kevin's tight arse cheeks.  The pressure pushing
the boy's buns together was immense and he wondered if he would be able to
separate the tight smooth mounds enough to enter the teenage hole.

Again he shoved deeper and hit the target, a moist pink smooth surround to
the 14 year olds opening.  Kevin let out the longest groan he could as
Cracker wiggled his tongue deeper and deeper into the hot teenage bung
hole.  Graham thought the boy had died and gone to heaven as all sorts of
strange noises came from this youthful stud. Kevin had not even
contemplated the thought that a tongue stuck firmly up his hole would have
such an effect. Cracker wanked the boy's monster cock as if there were
never going to be a tomorrow.  He noted the increase in Kevin's breathing,
becoming faster and faster, drawing air in to feed life into the young nine
and half inch cock between his legs.

He could feel the twitching start to increase deep inside the fat shaft and
took the appropriate action.  He again covered the hot thick head with his
warm mouth and pushed the skin back over the tip as he engulfed Kevin's
massive dick.  Kevin moaned and the gasps between his short breaths became
too much for Cracker who was busy wanking himself off between his own legs.
He replaced his absent tongue that had been placed up the tight teenage
hole, with a digit and started stroking the moist opening to the boy's bum.
It was all too much for poor young Kevin and his cock throbbed for one more
time as he felt the surging he had gotten used to over the years, meaning
soon he would be shooting the heaviest load he could force out.

Cracker knew the signs and vacuumed stronger onto the junior whopper,
guaranteeing that he wouldn't spill a drop of the salty boy sperm.  He
pushed the finger deeper and entered the teenage hole. Pushing past the
entrance was too much for Kevin now and he couldn't control his actions
anymore.  He forced harder his big fat dripping prick into his teacher's
mouth, as he teetered over the brink of his first gay orgasm.

Young Kevin moaned and moaned and gave in to the feeling boiling in his
sweaty low hanging bollocks.  Four days supply of his young sperm had been
brewing and it was now on the way out.  Cracker held on for his life and
enjoyed the monster dick in his mouth as it pulsed.  14-year-old Kevin
moaned one final time and then subsided as his spunk was ejaculated out of
the wide opening of his dick straight into his teacher's hot mouth.  He
screamed out loud enough to disturb the birds on the roof as ropes of his
thick creamy boy juice were launched from his fat nine and a half inch
dick.

His teacher could barely cope as the first load hit the back of his mouth
and he gulped it down like a thirsty tourist, lost in the desert. The
beautiful taste of teenage spunk slid down his throat and he struggled to
take the streams of sperm that being were shot from the fucking hard young
cock into his mouth.  He lost control of the ejaculating teen and tears
formed in the corners of his eyes as he gulped down each load as it was
offered to him.  He had never had a boy cum so much and didn't quite know
what to make of it or how to manage the more than healthy deposit being
made.  He struggled with each heavy blast and had counted seven in his mind
but the boy continued to force his hot sperm out for Graham Cracker to
enjoy.

In return, he forced the finger deeper inside Kevin's warm boy tunnel
knowing that this would send rockets to his mind and body.  How could it be
so tight and yet yielding he thought to himself as he wiggled it around and
enjoyed Kevin's tightest, most private place in his beautiful body.  Kevin
fired off again and Cracker resigned himself to submission, as he began to
choke on the nine and half inches of 14 year old cock forced into his mouth
that was shooting it's creamy load out like it had been saved for the
entire 14 years he had been growing.

Too much, he took the pulsing cock from his mouth with both hands and
looked lovingly into the wide opening. In return, he was rewarded by yet
another discharge from Kevin.  He held on with both hands and aimed at his
own mush as Kevin's strong orgasm continued and he sprayed another three
fucking thick loads of cum juice over Cracker's face.

He breathed deeply in and loved the salty smell in the air, reminding him
of a stormy day at Clacton on Sea. The boy's cum splashed over Graham's
face and he was drenched in youthful teenage sperm, dripping from him onto
the carpet.  As he stole a look in the mirror, he recalled an accident with
a milk tanker and drew analogies as he had become doused in a teenage
frosting of Kevin's boy sperm.

With sheer bliss he realised that he had stopped shooting and the
ejaculations had ceased.  He had finished his almighty junior cum session
and had probably shot over ten thick loads either down his teacher's throat
or over his face.  Kevin stopped and looked down, panting hard trying to
take in what he had done and how good it had made him feel, especially deep
inside him, which was feeling all gooey, even though he had abused his
teacher with his large cock and almost drowned him in his own creamy white
cum.

It took him a few minutes to take in the situation and for his breathing to
return to normal, after unloading the biggest ejaculation of his young life
over or into his teacher.  He laid back and allowed the poor drowned
teacher to look into his eyes and enjoy the bliss after his sperm release.
He couldn't believe how so much spunk had been jettisoned out of his own
dick.  He had never thought a finger up his tight little bum would cause
him to blow such a huge load of spunk all over the place.  As it had in the
locker in the swimming pool, the smell of his salty load hit all four
corners of the room in which his virginity had been taken.

No one seemed able to pass the first word. Both were surprised and
subjected to their own joyous release of what they had done.  Cracker
decided to indulge himself a little and with his right hand and finger
extracted from the boy's ring piece, he used the left hand to spread the
teenager's huge cum load over his own face and body.  He rubbed the boy's
thick mess into himself and it looked like he had been doused with out of
date sun tan lotion, which was too creamy, as trails of teenage spunk
adorned his face and torso.

Kevin's first words belied the fact that he was still shocked, as he
uttered his first words, "Fucking hell Graham, I needed that."

There was no doubt that Kevin had needed that.  Any boy that had so much
spunk stored up in his lovely teenage balls must have needed to have it
released in the most suitable place.

"You sure did need that young man, but I never had any idea you'd blow such
a fucking huge load over me and down my throat, I almost drowned."

All Kevin could do was smile as his still semi hard cock lain across his
smooth legs and balls all hot, sweaty and empty were hanging lower than
ever.  Cracker smiled back in return and stood up making his way to the
bathroom to clean up from the spunk Kevin had shot over his face and body.
As much as the teacher wanted to enjoy the lasting remains of the boy's
cum, he knew he could never go back to school the following day, dressed in
a suit, tie and healthy load of teenage cum dried to his face.  Surely that
would raise some questions from the staff and pupils alike.

As he wandered off to the bathroom, he stood and smiled at Kevin as he
watched him pull his joggers back up, as quickly as they had fallen around
his towering teenage legs. He watched as the boy struggled to stuff his fat
cock down the tight legs of the black Adidas jogging bottoms.

As it finally reached the bottom of the crotch of them, and strained to
contain the semi hard beauty, he remembered the same way it looked before
he had taken Kevin's joggers off and revealed the nine and half inch
whopper.  As it was now, soft at around 8 inches of still thick, but
retracting teenage cock it looked as obscene as ever, causing his jogging
bottoms to try and accommodate the unruly member.

Cracker returned to the front room to find Kevin on the sofa with his
joggers now back up around his waist and Tshirt firmly planted over his
beautiful young body and firm pecs.  His face was now clean and fresh from
the earlier delivery Kevin had kindly made over it.  Although he was aware
that Cracker had been taking photographs, he was surprised to see the
camera mounted on the tripod, sat in the corner of the room.

Seeing it still there and remembering in a haze the fact they he had gone
to his teacher's house to talk about football and allow him to take some
pictures for the school magazine, it suddenly dawned on Kevin that the
camera had probably been at work whilst he was being blown and fucking his
teacher's face hard.  In horror initially, his mind raced with the thoughts
as to what he had done. At the same time Cracker too was looking at the
teenage spunk machine and cottoned on to the fact that Kevin was looking at
the camera.

"I suppose you're wondering why the camera's on a tripod," said Graham
Cracker gingerly.

"Well, you know we were taking the pictures for the school magazine, I was
taking some for another sort of magazine, one that features young guys like
you who are fit and fun."

Cracker stopped and waited for Kevin to reply, wondering how he'd take the
fact that he was soon to be the star in a pornographic magazine that
specialised in teenage boys like him.  He knew that the mag would never be
the same again if he could persuade Kevin to pose for more shots. He could
only imagine the reward he'd get in the shape of thousands of letters from
adoring fans of a 14 year old boy with a nine and half inch cock, that shot
sperm like a rocket spewing it's exhaust as it headed for stars.

Kevin replied after giving it some well-considered thought.

" I'd love to become a bit of star on the football field and if this gives
me a chance to show off my skills in other departments, I can't turn the
offer down really can I?"

Cracker smiled back knowing he had got the boy's interest and could develop
things further along this route when time permitted.

"OK mate, it's a deal and I'll tell you what, I'll cut you part of the
commission I get for introducing you to the magazine and any further sets
we do. That way, we'll both benefit from what we're doing and enjoy it
more."  Kevin was over the moon with the fact that he would make money,
have fun and at the same time, have an official photographer for his
growing skills.

"Would it include doing stuff like we've just done," asked Kevin with a
hint of excitement in his voice?

"If you really liked it, we can do it again and I'd like to capture you
playing other sports maybe."

"And how you relax afterwards." He grinned again at Kevin, both nodding in
agreement to the opportunity to relive the serious spunk session they'd
both indulged in.

Cracker was on an all time high.  Kevin stood up and presented the still
rather large bulge in his joggers for Cracker to focus on.  As it hung
heavily in the shiny black Adidas jogging bottoms, he couldn't refuse the
offer, rubbing the smooth lump.

"Let's shake on it." Cracker said.

Refusing no reasonable offer, Kevin pushed down his joggers over the
bulging boy packet, allowing the still hot and sticky cock to drop out and
hang down, all eight thick inches of his 14 year old teenage cock on offer
for shaking.  Cracker grabbed the long fat cock and shook the sticky thing
playfully, teasing it like a hand, endorsing the deal they had just made,
with the very item that had swung the deal so to speak.  He felt happy in
the knowledge that he could make a mint out of the cock that sat firmly in
his grasp.  He knew too from the letters published in the editorial page of
"Young Hung and Full of Cum" that lots of men, both young and old, enjoyed
the sight of a young teenaged boy in sports gear, exemplified by the fact
that shots of 14 year old boys in Speedos or tight football shorts would
create a deluge of letters that would need passing onto the photographer or
model if they were still in contact.  Kevin's still semi erect cock began
to fill out, purely generated by Cracker's hand holding onto the young
cock.

"Does this big fucker ever go to sleep?" He teased the horny teen.

The question didn't need an answer, Kevin just smirked in the same cocky
manner he did when men saw his monster dick for the first time.  He caused
his own cock to twitch and it jumped in Cracker's palm, indicating that
here was fun to be had.  This time, Kevin ruled the roost and pulled his
joggers back up quickly, snatching his big member from Cracker's hand in a
swift move and forcing it back in the sweaty confines from where it had
originally emerged.

"How about some shots tomorrow for all the football fans in my magazine or
something for the swim team" Cracker hinted?

He knew that a fit, tanned, horny teenage boy, dressed to kill with a
mammoth cock, wrapped up tightly in a blue pair of junior Speedos, clinging
to every contour as the Lycra followed the path of his nine and half inch
whopper, would make the readers shoot their loads on the spot.
Furthermore, if he was to photograph Kevin in his school football shorts as
they strained to contain his prize-winning cock.  He recalled with warm
thoughts the female teachers talking in the staff room about the 'boy with
the indecency in his shorts' and knew that if he could capture Kevin,
bulging heavily in his team's white Umbro shorts or his school tight black
trousers, the readers would think of it as anything other than indecent.
Cracker's world had reached a new level and he knew he was destined for
success with a 14 year old boy, hung heavily with nine and half inches of
proud teenage meat.  He was lost in the moment thinking about his new find,
when his new friend chirped up.

"How about that McDonald's you promised me Mr Cracker sir?" said Kevin
grinning inanely at the Sir reference, having been told not use the word
that he used in school, when outside of it.

Graham stood and let Kevin out of his house, following the movements of his
rounded teenage arse, wiggling about in the smooth confines of his jogging
bottoms, dreaming of his next photographic assignment with the boy who was
equally curse and blessed.

........................

This story is fiction, much to my chagrin.  I have had many inspirations,
some from here, some for ANCGS & ASSGM and other close e-friends.  People
like Dale10, Justinshorts, William, John Stevens and of course, dear sweet
Kevin himself, who through name (and making me hard at the coffee machine)
alone, drove me to write.  I must say special thanks to Unckie C and Jimbo,
who without them I would have given up.  This is my first attempt at
writing per se, so any feedback, especially of the hot, horny, wank worthy
type, is especially welcome:

Drop me, Aspie, a line at: auto90516@hushmail.com

Thanks in advance ;-)