Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2011 20:12:02 +0100
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Dick chapter 4

			      MY LITTLE DICK

				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011


Chapter 4

"Can I wear my shorts, Dad?" I asked loudly while we were getting dressed
to go to Mr. Connor's house.

"Sure, John," he shouted from his bedroom. "By the way, did you wash behind
your ears when you had your shower?" he asked and I heard him laugh.

I wanted to look my best for Mike but I felt nervous about seeing him
again. How would he greet me? Would he shake hands or would he kiss me like
a girl? What would his father think? He had already seen me kissing his son
and hadn't minded but what if Mike kissed me while my father was standing
there? I'm only 12 and I'm behaving like a girl on her first date. Stop it!
Just get dressed. Don't think about it.

As Dad looked for the address he'd been given, I wondered about Mike's dad
again. He kissed me too when he arrived to pick us up and I liked it. Did
that mean I was cheating on Mike even though he was standing there and
watching me? Would he forgive me? What if Dad knew what I'd done?

These thoughts magically disappeared when Dad turned into the driveway of a
big house. What's this? This can't be right, can it? It's 3 times the size
of our house. Suddenly I felt intimidated but it was too late to turn tail
and run because we were pulling up in front of the impressive front
door. Off to the side of the house were a Volvo 4X4 and a big new Mercedes,
silver and shiny.

Dad didn't look too confident when he rang the bell but when Mike answered
the door, he smiled at Dad and said, "Hi, Mr. Carter. I'm Mike. Come in,"
and, as Dad went in before me, Mike pulled me to one side and whispered,
"Does your dad know about us?" and I nodded. "Was he mad?" he hissed and I
shook my head. So we followed Dad in to meet Mike's father.

Mr. Connor stood as we entered the spacious living room. "Come in, Jack. I
see you brought young John with you too. Good," and he shook Dad's
hand. "I'm Gordon, by the way. You boys go into the kitchen and get
yourself something to drink."

As we got Cokes from the fridge, Mike kissed me quickly on the lips and put
his hand between my legs. "I've missed you," he whispered as he stroked the
front of my shorts. "We'd better get in there before they come looking for
us," and he took his hand away from my little willy and led us back into
the living room.

Dad and Mr. Connor were busy with getting their drinks from a cabinet in
the corner of the room. When Mr. Connor dropped the cap from the whisky
bottle, Dad stooped to pick it up and I stared in horror as his jeans moved
down a few inches to reveal that he was wearing sheer blue nylon
knickers. I quickly looked at Mr. Connor's face to see if he had seen them
and when he raised his eyebrows and smiled to himself, I knew that he
had. A quick look at Mike's face told me that he had seen Dad's knickers
too and when father and son looked at each other, I detected something
unsaid that passed between them.

When Dad stood again and handed the cap back to Mr. Connor, he was unaware
that his secret had been discovered and there was no way I could tell him
what they had seen. When they came to sit down, Mr. Connor sat next to Dad
and Mike joined me on the settee opposite.

Somehow the atmosphere was different but I couldn't say how. Mr. Connor
began to speak to Dad but my eyes were fixed on Mike whose attention seemed
to be on my bare legs and the loose-fitting shorts I wore. God, he was
nice!

"Mike's been telling me about those little shits at school who have been
giving John a hard time. He'll be looking for the ring-leaders on Monday
and showing them the error of their ways. Or would you rather go to the
headmaster and sort it out with him?"

Dad looked a little uncomfortable then and replied, "I'm not very good at
confrontation," and he smiled weakly.

"No," said Mr. Connor, "I don't suppose you are. Don't worry, Mike will
sort it out." A silence ensued until Mr. Connor spoke again.

"This bullying was because of John's little willy, wasn't it?" and Dad
nodded. I was becoming embarrassed at having my little dick discussed like
this.

Mike spoke then and his hand came to rest on my leg, just an inch from
where the shorts began. "There's nothing wrong with a little willy, John. I
think it's cute," he said and I was surprised that he didn't seem in the
least embarrassed by what he'd said. Suddenly his hand went further and his
hand touched my underpants, his fingers directly stroking my little dick.

In panic, I looked at Dad but he didn't react at all and Mr. Connor just
smiled as his son continued to feel me up. Mike leaned closer and when his
head bent to kiss me, I thrilled to the feeling of his tongue pushing
between my lips. I kissed him back, my tongue tasting the Coke he had drunk
earlier. Suddenly his arm went around me and his other hand went under my
T-shirt and tweaked my little nipple. I jumped then, startled by the
tickling feeling which had just developed in my crotch.

"Jesus, Jack! Hormones kicking in!" said Mr. Connor and he laughed. Dad
said nothing but continued to stare at us, watching as I was molested by
this older boy.

When Mike went to lift my T-shirt so that he could take it off, I looked
again at Dad, waiting for him to stop what was happening but he didn't and
Mike removed it. With my chest bare now, he bent his head to lick and suck
my nipple as both of our fathers watched. The tip of his tongue licked my
nipple as his fingers gathered the flesh around it and pushed the nipple
out. Things were happening in my groin but they were nice things. I was
being swept along by what Mike was doing to me and, in my aroused state, it
just didn't occur to me that Dad watching us engaging in sex might be
weird. Mr. Connor had already seen us the afternoon before and I had
accepted that as alright so why would I think that Dad watching us would be
weird?

"Your son looks really good, doesn't he?" said Mr. Connor softly to my
father. "Is it making your cock hard, Jack?"

Dad's face was becoming red but it wasn't anger. It was arousal and Gordon
Connor knew it. "Mike wants to fuck your boy, Jack. He's talked of nothing
else since yesterday." Both of our fathers watched as Mike's hand began to
work on my shorts, pushing them down slowly as he tongued my sensitive
nipples. I didn't want to stop him and I prayed that my father wouldn't
either. When Mike left my nipples and knelt on the floor to remove my
shorts completely, I looked at our parents to see their lustful eyes on
us. I was naked now, still sitting on the large settee, and Mike sat down
next to me again.

I looked into Mike's face but his attention was on the 2" stiff dick which
stood hard and proud from my groin. His hand moved down and his fingers
gently stroked my tiny shaft and then he finally looked into my eyes. I saw
naked lust there: he wanted me and I felt so excited.

"It's beautiful, John. You should never be ashamed of it," and right then,
I felt like crying. He knew that I was on the verge so he kissed me gently
and when I began to kiss him back, he pushed his tongue into my mouth again
and he put his arm around me. I was lost in his kiss but I felt his hand go
to my little ball-bag which nestled between my legs. He tickled my balls
and I opened my legs wide so that he could reach them more easily.

"He's got the cutest little willy, Jack," whispered Mr. Connor to my
dad. "His little ball-bag must be like silk. Do you want to feel it, Jack?
Do you want to touch your little boy?" and although Dad said nothing, his
eyes were fixed firmly on the hand and fingers which were bringing me so
much joy. My tongue pushed into Mike's mouth and, as he sucked on it, his
gentle fingers played with my sensitive sex.

The 15-year-old boy who was causing my dick to throb and my heart to melt
kissed my nose and then both of my eyes as he whispered to me, "Feel me,
John. Feel my cock! You make me so hard!" and I felt for the bulge in his
pants. I ran my hand from the top of the bulge to the bottom and marvelled
at the length and thickness. Did I really make him so big? Does he really
want me so badly?

He stood then and my eyes followed his hands as he took off his T-shirt and
then he began to undo his pants. He kicked his shoes off and I held my
breath as he pulled down his pants and underpants, and then pulled them
over his feet. When he stood back up, his cock stood proud, pulsing with
each beat of his heart. A sudden gasp from the other settee came from my
father as he saw for the first time the unusually large cock of my
15-year-old lover.

Mr. Connor heard Dad's gasp and whispered to him, "Do you like Mike's cock?
Isn't it magnificent, Jack?" and Dad just nodded dumbly with his mouth
open, unable to conceal the fact that he thought that Mike's cock was
indeed magnificent.

"Come, John, kneel here for me, sweetheart," whispered Mike and he held out
his hand for me to take. His eyes were soft and gentle, just as they had
been yesterday when I had knelt behind the phone-box before his dad had
turned up. I took his hand and sank to my knees in front of him, reaching
out to feel the heat and the stiffness of the cock which I would soon
taste. I looked sideways one last time at Dad and I saw the expression of
lust on his face and I knew that he would always remember this day,
especially at night when alone in his bed.

Then I looked up into Mike's eyes and he knew that no words were needed,
that no commands were necessary. He knew that I would please him in any way
he wanted me to and I knew too that no sacrifice would be great enough for
him. I took his heavy shaft in the palm of my hand and felt the pulsing as
I moved back the long loose foreskin to reveal his big knob, dark red with
the blood which coursed rapidly through his body to keep inflated the thick
5" sex organ of this virile male.

As I peeled his foreskin back, the pre-cum he had already made had gathered
inside it and, now it was free, it began to drip in long strings towards
the floor but I moved my head forward and encircled his big knob with my
lips, licking his exposed skin and pee-slit, tasting the saltiness of the
clear liquid. He moaned softly as I licked and I raised my eyes to see his
half-closed eyes looking down at me, a smile playing on those lips I so
much liked to kiss. He moved forward slightly and suddenly my mouth was
full. My tongue tickled the sensitive place under his glans and his hands
came to my head to begin stroking my hair and my ears.

Our parents watched as I orally worshipped Mike's cock and I heard
Mr. Connor speak softly to Dad. "Watching them is making me horny, Jack. I
love to see little boys being sexed. It must be even better for you, Jack,
being his father. Fathers like it when strangers play with their sons'
willies and their cute little bare bottoms. I bet you would like a man to
play with your cock too, wouldn't you?" and Dad nodded, his eyes still
fixed on Mike's cock as my lips tried to massage his shaft.

"Take your pants off, Jack. Let me see your knickers. I want to see how
pretty you look." Mr. Connor's softly spoken words finally brought Dad's
eyes away from what I was doing to Mike and when he felt Mr. Connor's hand
feel his crotch, his eyes closed as he was felt up by a real man.

"Please, Gordon, I..." Dad tried to protest but the sensations that were
being produced by the hand which stroked him were robbing him of coherent
thought and when Mr. Connor leaned over to kiss him, Dad opened his mouth
at once and allowed the thick tongue to enter. He sucked the tongue,
savouring the taste of the whisky which lingered from the drink Mr. Connor
had consumed. Unable to control himself any longer, Dad sought out
Mr. Connor's cock with trembling fingers and was overwhelmed when he
discovered the size of the bulge that he stroked.

Mike's cock was oozing more pre-cum and I was swallowing like a good boy
should. His fingers felt good as he played with my ears through my long
hair and I made myself ready for the spunk that he would soon pump into my
eager mouth. He must have had other plans though because he pulled me to my
feet and asked me to lay face down on the settee. As I did so, he pulled a
large cushion from somewhere and placed it under my hips, forcing my bottom
higher. 'He's going to do it! He's going to fuck my little bum!'

A quick glance at Dad revealed him standing next to Mr. Connor and both of
them were stripping the clothes off each other, kissing each other when
their clothing was not being passed over their faces. When my father's
knickers came into view, he tried to hide his cock which showed plainly
through the sheer nylon panties that he wore but he was more interested in
the large stiff cock of Mr. Connor than to stop his hands being moved away
from his crotch by the big-cocked man. I was shocked too by the size and I
understood then that Mike's cock came from his father's genes.

My attention came back quickly to my own situation as I felt Mike open my
legs wider and his lips began to kiss my little bottom, his kisses like
butterflies' wings as he caressed me. His hands and fingers played across
my taut skin and I lay there, trembling with the emotion he was invoking in
me. The emotion turned to arousal as I felt his hot breath and warm wet
tongue run the length of my bum-crack and I sighed audibly as he touched my
little bum-hole.

I opened my eyes for an instant and saw Mr. Connor with his hands in Dad's
knickers, his fingers gently wanking Dad's 4" hard cock. Dad's eyes were
closed as Mike's dad played with his sex and when Mr. Connor put his other
hand down the back of the knickers and played with Dad's bottom, I could
almost feel Dad's excitement. I was pleased, very pleased that Dad had got
himself a man and I hoped that this would just be the beginning.

"Mmmm," I moaned as Mike tried to push his wet tongue into my bum-hole and
this new experience was overwhelming me. "Oh Mike!" I moaned softly and
suddenly my anal ring opened and he was in me! His tongue was actually in
my bottom! It felt wonderful, exciting, mind-blowing. To my shame, I acted
like a slut and pushed by bottom higher, hoping he might go deeper in my
rectum. As Mike tongue-fucked my little hole, I glanced over at out
parents.

They were watching us, Dad on his knees and Mr. Connor standing in front of
him, enjoying my dad's licking of his big shaft. "Look, Jack. Look at our
boys. Jesus, Jack, your boy is beautiful. Look at that little bare bottom."
My father stopped his licking and concentrated on what Mike was doing to me
for a moment and then he spoke for the first time. "That's it, Mike," he
said. "Fuck my little boy's hole with your tongue. Push it all the way up!"

I was shocked to hear this but my shock turned instantly to arousal as I
recognised that I was feeling even sexier because of it. Dirty talk turned
me on! This was new too. As my hole was tongued, I tried to think of
something to say that would turn Dad on too. He obviously liked the idea of
me being a "little boy" so I tried to think of something involving those
words. It was difficult though, trying to think of words when Mike's tongue
was making me feel the way I felt.

"He's doing it to me, Daddy!" I cried, trying my best to sound like a boy
of 8. "Mike's fucking my bottom with his tongue and it feels lovely! Am I
being naughty, Daddy? Should I let him?"

Would my attempt at dirty talk work? My doubt was dispelled when Mr. Connor
came to the side of the settee where we lay, bringing my father with him,
and they both knelt down. Dad's knickers were tented out by his erection
and, although I couldn't see him, Mike was taking a keen interest in his
girly underwear as he tongued me. Dad was taking a keen interest too but I
suspect that it was in Mike, or more likely his genitals!

Mr. Connor suddenly disappeared but returned a minute later with a tube of
something that he had brought from the downstairs bathroom. I couldn't
imagine what it might be but nobody else seemed surprised. I caught a
glimpse of the letters "KY" as he handed it to Mike but it didn't mean
anything to me.

I decide to try some more dirty talk, seeing that it had worked the first
time. "Daddy, can Mr. Connor touch me if he wants to or is that naughty? It
must not be naughty because you let him touch you, didn't you?" I was
really beginning to enjoy this, especially when my father said, "We have to
let men touch us, John. We have to do our best to make them feel good."
Then he blushed as he took Mr. Connor's fine hard cock into the palm of his
hand and squeezed it.

Mike, on his knees behind me, was doing something and I couldn't see what
it was but when I felt a cool slippery finger touch my bum-hole, I jumped
slightly but Mike leaned down to me and whispered in my ear, "Sorry,
sweetheart, but you need to let me push this inside you. I'm going to breed
you soon and this jelly will make you enjoy it more."

I didn't fully understand but when his finger pushed into me, I didn't
care. What he was doing felt great and I relaxed my sphincter to help
him. He fucked me with his finger, pushing it in and pulling it almost out,
and I was beginning to enjoy the new sensation. Mike's father stroked my
buttocks and I have to admit that his fingers felt nice on my skin but he
went on to pull my buttocks apart and hold them like that whilst Mike got
more jelly from the tube.

When Mike returned his hand to my hole, he inserted two fingers into me and
I experienced a little pain but he paused for a minute and only continued
when I told him I was alright, He pushed his fingers forward slowly,
pulling back and then pushing in again, and within a few minutes, both
fingers could slide into me easily.

"Are you looking forward to it, Jack?" Mr. Connor asked. "Your boy losing
his virginity?" Dad was starting to look a bit nervous but Mr. Connor said
quietly, "Mike won't hurt him, I promise. He'll be gentle, and when he's
finished, your son will always come back for more." Dad's nervousness
seemed to disappear then and he watched as Mike stroked his cock before
taking my virginity.

"Kiss Mike's cock, Jack," said Mr. Connor. "Suck it before he fucks your
little boy."

Dad leaned over to where Mike knelt on the settee between my open legs and
he first kissed and then sucked the 15-year-old's fine thick cock. He left
much saliva on the knob and shaft when he finally stopped sucking, and Dad
took Mike's cock in his hand and brought it to my hole. "Fuck him, Mike,"
he said. "Make my little boy happy."

I felt the big knob against my anus and I tensed as Mike began to
push. Then I remembered my father's story about Grandfather fucking him and
the advice he was given. 'Push out to make it easier for a cock to
enter'. So I pushed out and suddenly the enormous knob began to slide into
me. My hole stretched wide to accept the invader and I sucked in my breath
as it forced its way into my bottom. As soon as the knob slid completely
into me, Mike stopped, holding himself still as if waiting for my
permission to carry on.

Our fathers watched intently as I was penetrated and suddenly my father
took my hand in his and squeezed it. "Keep pushing out, John. Let him love
you properly. You're a very lucky boy to have someone like Mike for your
first time." I squeezed his hand and smiled at him from my position on the
settee, my head turned sideways on the seat.

Mike pushed again and it felt like an inch of his shaft followed his knob
into me. He pulled back slowly and then forward again and more of his thick
shaft entered my tiny hole, not so tiny now with the thickness of Mike's
manly cock inside me. I was beginning to feel full inside, a completely new
sensation that felt really strange, but I trusted Mike and when I felt
coarse hair against my bum-cheeks, it was then that I realised that all of
his cock was inside me and a feeling of euphoria came over me. I could take
him! I could take all of that wonderful cock inside me!

My father stayed beside me, holding my hand but Mr. Connor went behind
Mike, watching the thick cock and big balls of his son as he began to
thrust into me, breeding me as I suspect Mr. Connor wanted to do as well.

He fucked me gently, slowly, and for that I was grateful. The sensations I
experienced whilst the big shaft moved back and forth inside me I could
never describe in words but the feeling, oh that feeling of being fucked by
the boy I loved was exquisite. He held himself up on his elbows so as not
to crush me with his weight but he whispered words of love as he fucked my
little body.

"You're beautiful, John," he whispered. "So sweet and so tight." He kissed
my neck and shoulders constantly as he mated with me and Dad looked on with
approval as he heard my boyfriend's words.

I was being fucked gently but with full strokes and each thrust inside me
gave me a dull pain somewhere near my stomach but I didn't want that pain
to stop. His cock was exciting me, making me want more as his groin pressed
against me and I wondered briefly if it had been as good for Dad when
Grandfather fucked him. I was sure that I could never give this up, this
feeling of cock thrusting deeply into my bowels, and I swore that I would
lie down for Mike anytime he wanted me and welcome his thick meat deep
inside me.

"Oh Mike!" I wailed softly as his fucking continued and when he whispered
breathily into my ear, "Are you alright, John?" I whispered back, "Oh yes,
Mike, it's the most wonderful feeling."

Then Dad said, "Fuck him harder, Mike. He's ready for it." I wondered what
that meant but when Mike sped up his fucking movements and began to pound
me, I understood why Dad told him that.

"Harder, Mike!" I cried and he rammed into me hard with every
thrust. Animals rutting. That's what it was!

His breathing in my ear became laboured and he panted as he whispered
through gritted teeth, "I love you, John! I'm going to breed you NOW!" and
suddenly he groaned and froze, his groin tight against my bottom, and I
felt the most exquisite sensation. His cock jerked violently inside me and
I felt something hot being injected into me. He was breeding me! Filling me
with his potent seed! He was shooting his spunk deep into my bowels,
spraying the walls of my rectum with hot semen.

I lay still as his cock pulsed again and again, shooting his love-juice
into me. His father caressed Mike's balls from behind, fondling them in an
effort to make sure that I would be filled with every sperm he had
produced. My own father held my hand, stroking it as Mike kissed my neck
and held me tight as the breeding process continued, not allowing me to
escape the torrent of his hot seed. He was the lion and I was his
lioness. I lay there, gladly accepting the hot spunk that my lord and
master had seen fit to inject into my body and although I wanted to hold
him and kiss him for his gift, I could not move under him.

When the pulsing of his cock stopped, I just lay there as he collapsed onto
my back. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my back and I
smiled as I realised that I was the cause of his desire to fuck me. I
looked into Dad's eyes and he asked, "Was it all you expected?" and I
answered, "It felt great. I felt all the spunk shoot inside me. Is it
always so nice, Dad?" and he nodded.

Mr. Connor came from behind Mike and joined us. "Well done, boy," he said
to Mike. "You filled him nicely, Mike!"

Then he looked at Dad and said, "We have unfinished business, Jack. I want
to explore that nice bottom that you have in those pretty blue knickers."




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