Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 19:03:35 +0200
From: Johnny Manipulator <johnnymanipulator@gmx.com>
Subject: The Wrong Text

The Wrong Text
By Johnny Manipulator


The first text came out the blue. Sam was on a bus, heading home from the
pub after seeing his mates, feeling tired and a bit drunk. He'd been
vaguely flirting with the girl sat across the aisle, a pretty and
cool-looking redhead in a vintage dress, who kept glancing over at his
muscular form, skinny trousers, quiff and super-thin t. Aged 19, handsome
and single, Sam was always on the lookout for a female companion. When his
phone buzzed, Sam grinned to himself. It was always good to look busy when
flirting. He swiped the screen. What he saw was a bit of a surprise. It was
a photo of a cock. A big, thick, fat, long, very hard cock. Sam blushed and
looked around him, just to check that no-one could see the
screen. Particularly the girl, he didn't want her getting the wrong
idea. And this was very much the wrong idea. Reassured that no-one could
see, he glanced back. It appeared there was a long text message that went
with the pic. He scrolled down so that the big cock went off the top of the
screen.

`I think you need to spend the whole weekend slowly sucking my cock,' it
began. Sam gulped. What the fuck? He didn't know whether to laugh or be
repulsed. And what was very funny was that this message came from Danny,
the thirtysomething friend of a friend who'd he'd just seen in the pub. He
got it immediately. Like Sam, Danny was very straight, and had a girlfriend
– called Samantha. The dickhead had sent his sext to the wrong
Sam. Christ, this was good, thought Sam. This was very funny. Just wait
till he let their mates know about this. What a dickhead! He laughed, and
looked up, and immediately caught the eye of the girl in the vintage
dress. They shared a nanosecond of understanding. Mutual
admiration. Excellent, thought Sam. A brilliant fuck-up by a mate, and a
cute girl to flirt with. The usually boring bus journey just got very
interesting.

He glanced back at the text.

`I think you need to spend the whole weekend slowly sucking my cock.' Well,
Danny was nothing if not direct. And then he remembered the picture. Fuck!
He had a picture of Danny's dick. His very large dick, it would seem. Ha!
Well, no wonder he wanted it sucked, even Sam had to admit it looked like a
big one. Even so, it was weird knowing he'd seen Danny's penis in that
state. And was now reading his sext to his girlfriend. It all seemed a bit
unlikely, because Danny was such a gentle, decent kind of bloke. Danny was
always smiling, never the centre of attention, but so clever and
interesting if you ever got him on his own, even though they didn't know
each-other all that well Sam had a lot of time for him. He hadn't ever
imagined Danny would speak to his girl like that. Sam considered deleting
the text, and then thought, fuck it. It was funny! And he hadn't finished
it yet.

`I think you need to spend the whole weekend slowly sucking my cock.' Fuck!
Direct. It was a hard sentence to get past. He swallowed. This was wild!
Well, it was always the quiet ones, he thought. He glanced up and looked
over at the vintage dress girl again. She was looking out the window –
or was she looking at him in the reflection of the glass? He gave a small
smile just in case, then looked down again. `Just think about it,' the text
read. `You between my thighs all weekend, my big cock between your lips,
keeping you quiet. All I can hear is your slurping and sucking sounds. So
gentle, so slow. Just how I like it.' Wow, thought Sam. This was quite an
eye-opener about good old Danny. `I can let it ooze into your mouth,
filling you up. Just think about that, my fat cock in your mouth,
throbbing, oozing, filling you up. Come on, get between my thighs. Suck
me. Suck my cock.' And there the long text ended.

Sam shook his head. This was insane! It didn't even sound like shy, smiling
Danny. He had no idea that was how he treated Samantha. Wow. Well, just
goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover, guessed Sam. What to do
about it was more of a problem. Should he mention it? Would Danny be
embarrassed? Well, he would be as soon as he realised he'd sent it to the
wrong person. There was a lot to be embarrassed about. That dick pic for
one, let alone the text itself. Sam noticed that out of the corner of his
eye the girl in the vintage dress was looking thoughtfully at him. He
glanced upwards and they exchanged grins.

`Hey,' she said.

`Hi,' said Sam. `My mates are idiots.'

`Oh yeah?'

`Yeah. One of them has just sent me a message he meant for his girlfriend.'

`No way. You're joking!'

`It's filthy too!' Sam suddenly saw that the message was a godsend. It was
instant conversation.

`Shame!'

`I'm... I'm shocked!' And the thing is, Sam actually was shocked. Not only
had he never thought that Danny would treat his girl like that, but also he
felt slightly uncomfortable about learning so much about him in this way.

`Let's see.' The girl shifted nearer and craned her neck.

`No, really, it's disgusting!'

`Come here then!' she was giggling now.

`It's got... pictures and everything!'

`Excellent!' She leant over and nicked his phone, and scrolled up. The big
cock pic appeared. She squealed with delight. `Woah! Hello big boy!'

`That's not even the worst of it,' said Sam. The message is... wild.' She
scrolled down and gasped as she read it. There was a pause.

`Wow. He's quite, erm, direct, your friend,' she said.

`You can say that again!' They both laughed and joked about it for a
while. Eventually she said:

`So, what are you going to do about it?'

`I dunno,' said Sam. `I feel like I need to tell him, but I'm trying not to
embarrass the guy.'

`Aren't you nice?' she said.

`Yeah,' said Sam. `I am.'

That night they had quite spontaneous, brilliant sex. It wasn't really like
either of them, but Sam figured that inadvertent text had got them both in
the mood. Even during it he thought of Danny, his words and the
picture. What an inspiration, he thought. Thanks big guy!

The next day as he was getting his head together back home, he wondered
what to do about the text. He decided he had to acknowledge it, or it would
make things really awkward in the long term. So he summoned up the courage
and texted Danny back.

`Hi mate, think this came to the wrong Sam! Hope you got what you wanted
;)'

That should do the trick, he thought. Not judgmental or too
piss-takey. Ultimately, Danny was a nice bloke and Sam didn't want to be a
bastard to him. It was an hour before he heard back.

`Oh shit, sorry man,' it read. `I was really drunk.' Sam laughed.

`You sure were,' he replied. He thought about making a joke about how, even
if he was drunk, Danny didn't look like he had any problems getting it up,
but then decided that was a bit too personal. Instead he wrote, `Don't
worry, I've not told any of the lads.'

`Cheers man,' replied Danny. `I won't forget this.'

* * *

A few weeks passed. Sam had a couple of dates with the girl but after that
wild first night the spark just wasn't there. He hadn't seen Danny out and
about since that night. Perhaps he was embarrassed, thought Sam. And then
they bumped into each-other at a mate's barbecue. Danny was there with
Samantha, a tall and very sexy blonde who fitted Danny pretty well. Danny
was always well dressed, well groomed and fit. Sam hoped he'd be as fit
when he reached his late thirties too – even though that was two decades
away.  Danny raised a bottle of beer when he saw Sam, and Sam gave him a
broad grin.

`Alright?' asked Sam.

`Getting mildly buzzed,' said Danny, indicating the bottle of beer.

`Good plan,' said Sam. `I thought you were avoiding me!'

`Why would that be?' asked Danny.

`Oh, well, you know...' Sam blushed. Danny raised an eyebrow, his eyes
sparkling. `No reason,' said Sam.

The large group of friends all proceeded to get sunburned and drunk that
afternoon. Sam didn't hang out with Danny because his own mates were much
younger, but they nodded to each-other a couple of times across the
gathering. There was only one slightly awkward moment, when Danny and Sam
both revealed they'd brought sausages to the barbecue, and Sam's standard
sausages were somewhat eclipsed by Danny's packet of huge ones. As Danny
slapped them down on the grill, he asked Sam if he could look after turning
them.

`They need to be done really slowly,' he whispered to Sam as he passed. Sam
was a bit annoyed about being left to look after the barbie, but he did as
he was told by Danny and kept turning the big sausages very slowly. Why
couldn't Danny do this himself, he wondered. He caught Danny checking out
how he was coping with the sausages and when he saw how slowly he was
turning them he nodded in approval and raised a bottle to him. Sam found
himself a little annoyed but also a little pleased that Danny approved of
his technique.

Later that night when Sam got back to his parents' house, where he lived,
he checked his phone and realised he hadn't had a bit of interest from a
girl since that night on the bus. Another night of wanking himself to sleep
then, he thought. As he stripped off and climbed into bed, he noticed his
phone had buzzed. He picked it up, and checked the message.

He was amazed to see that it was a picture message – and featured one
massive cock. He even recognized it. It was Danny's He even recognized the
shirt Danny had been wearing at the barbecue earlier. If anything it looked
even bigger in this picture, so fat and pink and thick and heavy. The thing
Sam didn't understand, was that after last time, how had this happened
again? Danny must be pretty thick if he'd forgotten already, thought
Sam. Pretty thick. He stared at the picture. It was a fucking monster, and
no mistake. But how had he made the same mistake again? And then he noticed
there seemed to be a new message beneath it too. Sam swallowed and scrolled
down.

`Look how big my cock is. Just look at it. Look at it and imagine touching
it. So big, isn't it? And it needs your tongue to lick it, and your lips to
kiss it. Your plump lips to stretch around it. It needs you to suck it. And
when I have my cock in your mouth that's when I can begin to fill you
up. So slowly. All weekend. You between my thighs. Sucking. Sucking. You
need to nurse my cock in your throat, let it stretch you nice and wide,
fill you up. Come here, Sam. Suck it.'

Wow. Sam stroked his crotch, idly. Fucking hardon. If only he had a
girl. Instead here he was with his lecherous friend accidentally telling
him how much he needed his huge fat penis sucked by his girlfriend. What a
life. Sam loved having his cock sucked, too. He had to admit it, Danny had
a way with words. And that pic was incredible. The sheer size and weight of
the thing. It still seemed crazy it was Danny's dick. He seemed so
modest. Sam rubbed his erection through his shorts. Yes, Danny had reminded
him just how good it as to have your cock sucked. And the lucky bastard had
a girl who was going to do it, too. Samantha was very hot, thought Sam. No
wonder Danny was in heat all the time. Mind you, how could she cope with
the size of that dick? Sam scrolled back up and stared at the
picture. Imagine trying to get your lips round something that big and fat
and long. It'd be a choker, that was for sure. Sam's penis was pretty
average. In his young life his girlfriends had ever pretended to be
overawed by the size of it. But imagine how shocked Danny's girls must be
when they saw his cock. Nothing would prepare you for that. And when you
did see it, it was hard to forget.

* * *

Sam had replied to the last text, with a slightly growly `You're doing it
again, mate', and got back from Danny and smiley face and a `Whoops! What
can I say, I like having my cock sucked.' It wasn't really an apology, or
an assurance it wouldn't happen again. Maybe, Sam thought, he'd misjudged
Danny. Maybe he was a bit of a prick after all. He brought Danny up in
conversation with mates, but they all loved him. A gent, they said. Some of
them wanted to be him when they got older. No-one had a bad word to
say. Sam began to doubt himself. Perhaps this was all a silly mistake and
Danny was a nice guy who'd embarrassed himself when he was pissed. Sam
berated himself for being such a tough crowd. Danny was clearly great,
everyone said so.

Again, it was some weeks before he saw Danny. This time it was in a
super-crowded pub for a mate's twentieth birthday. He didn't even know
Danny was there for ages, so packed was it. But as he was queueing for the
bar he felt a hand on his shoulder.

`Hey there Sam.' Sam turned, and there he was: cropped receding hair, neat
suit, twinkling eyes.

`Hi Danny.' Sam couldn't put much enthusiasm into his voice. After those
texts it was tough to forget the intimate pictures and the dirty
words. Truly, this had been Too Much Information.

`I wanted to apologise,' said Danny. Sam raised an eyebrow. `I didn't want
to make you feel awkward.'

`Yeah, well...' The younger man was blushing again. `It's okay.'

`Did you read the texts?'

`Erm... Yes.'

`Sorry about that. That must have been embarrassing. And you saw the
pictures?'

`Umm... Uh-huh.'

`Fuck.' Danny looked genuinely apologetic. `I want to thank you for not
sharing the photos or the texts around.'

`That's okay,' said Sam. `It was a mistake.'

`Damn right!' said Danny. `I wanted to make it up to you.'

`You don't have to do that,' said Sam.

`No, it's not a problem, mate,' said Danny. `You like jacuzzis? I have one,
you're welcome to use it any time.'

`Don't worry, it's fine.'

`It doesn't get much use. I'd be pleased if you could get some use out of
it, Sam.'

`Well, er...' Sam wanted to say no thanks but it seemed rude.

`Come round on Friday and I'll show you how it works.'

Sam ended up agreeing to visit Danny the following Friday to check out his
Jacuzzi. Sam had never actually used one but knew they were supposed to be
fun. More fun with a girl, he reflected. But then, that could come
later. Perhaps Danny would let him use it when he was away,
then... wey-hey! His dad, Bill, was still up when he got in after the pub,
and Sam was a bit embarrassed as he knew he was pretty drunk. His dad
wasn't much older than Danny, thought Sam, but he was much less cool. Danny
was a smooth operator. He had a beautiful girlfriend. He was fit and well
dressed and pretty cool for an old bloke. His dad always seemed stressed
out. He went to the gym a lot to work out the stresses of his job, but
still always seemed wound up. As he watched Sam moving clumsily around the
kitchen, trying to get a glass of water, Bill was relieved at least that
his dumb muscle-bound son had returned home in one piece. Something buzzed
next to him. Bill looked down. It was his son's phone on the kitchen
counter. He reached to hand it to Sam when he saw the picture flash up. The
text was a picture of a very large erect penis. Bill was stunned. He
blinked. Yes, it was still a massive hard cock. There, on his son's
phone. Sam had his head in the fridge raiding it for snacks. Bill picked
the phone up, still incredulous. Some guy had texted his son a picture of
his huge hard cock. What was going on? Was Sam gay? He shook his head. But
why all the girlfriends? This was very odd. He stared at the picture. It
was taken slightly beneath the cock and from the front, so it was arcing
towards the viewer. It had a huge fat head and a long thick veiny
stalk. Next to it it said `Danny'. Bill thought for a moment. Danny?
Danny... Wasn't that the quiet flash bloke with the sexy girlfriend that
Sam sometimes hung out with. Hung. Yes, if it was him, then hung was the
operative word, thought Bill. But why was this guy, this man old enough to
be Sam's father, sending his son pictures of his massive penis?

Bill noticed some text underneath the picture, and realised the phone was
unlocked. He glanced over at his big, beefy son, but he still had his head
in the fridge. He scrolled down. `Look how big it is, Sam,' said Danny's
text. `It should be in your mouth right now. Oozing gently, being slowly
nursed by your plump lips. Getting fully hard and staying that way in your
mouth all night.' Bill stopped reading. This was obscene, it was grotesque,
it was pretty interesting. He read on. `Think of how proud I'll be of you
when your throat is stretched by my big cock. I'll be so proud of you, my
cocksucker. And think of how good it will be knowing you can't talk, that
I've plugged your mouth so full. Then I'll be the brains, and you'll be my
silent mate, helping me out. By swallowing my cum over and over again.' The
text ended. Bill scrolled back up. That massive dick was there again. Was
his big muscular son going to kneel down and suck it, like Danny wanted?
Billy was confused, he was disturbed. He looked up, and Sam was staring at
him.

`Is that my phone?' asked Sam.

`Er, yes...' said his dad, still in a daze. Sam snatched it back.

`Why you looking at my phone, dad?' he asked. And then he stopped, when he
saw the picture. `Oh, fucking hell, not again!'

Again, thought Bill. This was a regular thing?

`Fucking Danny!' said Sam. `He keeps doing this, instead of texting Sam,
his girlfriend.' Bill blinked. Oh yes. Of course. Phew. His son wasn't a
cocksucker then. He wasn't on his knees sucking on that guy Danny's huge
penis all night, like the text said. He looked at his son's full
lips. They'd really have to stretch to fit round that substantial dick, he
thought. No! His son wasn't a cocksucker, that was right. It was all a
silly mistake. Thank god. Otherwise he'd worry about his son having to suck
on something so massive. Or be a cocksucker. Or gay. Who knew Danny was
such a big boy, thought Bill. He shook his head. This whole thing had been
confusing, but he was glad it was sorted out. And then Bill wanted to go
upstairs and see his wife, to relieve him of this aching hardon he had all
of a sudden.

* * *

Sam was embarrassed his dad had seen Danny's text. What must he have
thought? He wrote a curt text back to Danny.

`That's the last time, mate. My dad just read your text. Not funny.' There
was a pause, and then Danny replied.

`Your dad read my text?'

`Yes. And saw the picture.'

`Wow. What did he say?' No apology, noticed Sam.

`He didn't say much. Seemed in a hurry to get back to bed.' The reply came
fast.

`I'm really looking forward to our Jacuzzi session.' Changing the subject,
eh, thought Sam. Not so fast.

`I mean it. No more texts, okay? No more pictures.'

`Sure thing. It won't happen again, I'll be getting my rocks off soon
enough.' At last, thought Sam. Danny seemed to have limitless sexual
energy, if his texts were anything to go by.

`Good. You need to get a blowjob soon mate. You're out of control.' The
phone buzzed almost as soon as he'd sent it.

`I've always been like it, can't find anyone who can keep up with sucking
my cock as much as it needs it.'

`You shouldn't have such a big one then, mate.' Drunk, tired and out of his
comfort zone, Sam blundered on. Danny came back quickly.

`Well, it's the one I have. I just need to find ways to relieve the
pressure. And long, slow sucking is what it needs. Then I can really
relax.'

`You shouldn't be taking it out on me. It's not like I can help you. You
need someone who knows their way round a cock.' But before he could take a
bite of his pastie the phone buzzed again.

`Thing is, mate, I wish more people had the concern and the attitude you
have. Does my cock good to know that there are people out there who
understand what it needs. It's so hard.' Sam sighed.

`I hear you. I know how tough it is to control them when they're hard.' By
the time he'd sat down Danny had replied.

`It doesn't even fit into my underwear. It's too big. Like now, I have to
let it out to grow and hang out hard and thick.' Sam thought about that. So
Danny had his cock out while they were texting. Should he be weirded out?
They were both adults, he wasn't threatened by Danny. No, in a way, he
supposed it was an honour that Danny felt he could share this sort of stuff
with him, thought Sam. Especially considering the age gap. Danny must
really rate him to treat him like this.

`Well, probably best you don't keep it zipped away then mate,' he wrote
back.

`Good advice mate. I'm keeping it out and proud here. You should see
it. Then you'd understand my problem.'

`I know it's a big one,' wrote Sam, `but I reckon you can control it.'

`I need help. I can't handle it by myself. It needs slow release,' wrote
Danny. `That's why it needs such long slow sucking. Look at it.' And
suddenly a picture appeared.

There it was again. Danny's massive dick. Thick. Long. Heavy-looking. Fat
veins on the white length. A droplet of precum was oozing from the tip. Sam
tried to imagine what it would be like to control something that
substantial. It must be so hard. Poor Danny. What a curse. Suddenly he saw
things very differently. Perhaps these texts were a cry for help. Danny
must be at the end of his tether trying to control such a big cock.

`I wish I could help you mate,' said Sam. `You should have said how hard it
was for you.'

`It's impossible for me to control. I wish you could help me, Sam.' And
then came another picture. Very close up this time, just the thick length
of it, so heavy, so demanding. Sam stared at it for a long moment. He felt
angry about the cock for a moment, for making his friend's life so tough.

`It looks such a burden, mate' wrote Sam.

`Maybe. But it knows its place,' wrote Danny. `It needs to be in a mouth,
down a throat, filling it up, oozing, in control.'

`It's a fucking bastard of a cock,' wrote Sam.

`It is. You should see it now. It's so big, Sam. So heavy and fat. I can't
get my hand round it. Only a mouth could help me out.'

`Oh mate. Bad news.'

`Yeah. I know. I wish you could see it. You'd understand then.'

`I bet,' wrote Sam.

`I know you get it,' wrote Danny. `How fat it is. How it saps my energy, my
control. It's so massive at the moment. Since we've been texting it's got
even bigger. I think it might be too big to control, Sam.'

`Too big?'

`Yeah. It's so big. You've never seen anything like it. It's massive now.'

`Wow.' That was all Sam could think to type. There was a pause. Then he
wrote again. `Show me a picture of it, mate.'

`You want to see a picture of my penis, mate?'

`Yeah. Show me.'

`Why, mate? What do you want to see?'

`I want to see your cock, mate. I want to see how big it is.'

`Really?'

`Yes, Please mate. Send me a picture of your dick. Please. I need to see
it.'

`Okay. If you're sure.'

`Fuck Danny. Just send me a picture of your big fat dick.'

Seconds later his phone buzzed. There was a picture of Danny's now familiar
massively hard cock, looking bigger than ever. Sam zoomed in on every inch
of it, the drooling tip, the heavy girth and bulging veins.

`Cheers mate. It looks massive now.'

`It is, Sam. I'm sat here, it's so thick and hard between my thighs, I
don't know what to do with it. Imagine that.'

`I'm thinking about it.'

`It has never needed sucking so badly as it does now, Sam.'

`Wow.'

`Yes. It's going to throb all night. I'm helpless, Sam. It's too big to
wank.'

`No way!' Sam thought about that. Imagine how terrible that would be.

`Yup. Too big to wank. That's why I need a mouth on it.'

`Oh mate. I'm so sorry.' And then he sent a follow-up text without even
thinking. `Send me another pic, Danny.'

`Yeah? Why's that, Sam?'

`I just need to see it,' wrote Sam. And there it was again. That gigantic
member. Danny's big hand unable to reach around it. Fuck, thought Sam. That
is some penis. `That is the most impressive thing I have ever seen.'

`You like it, Sam?'

`Yeah. It's so powerful.'

`Tell me more.'

`Well, it looks so heavy. And long. And the head is so wide. I can't
imagine how you could get that into a mouth.'

`Oh, for the right person they find a way to make it fit. They need to.'

`Yeah. I bet.'

`Imagine how wide you'd have to open to fit it into your mouth, Sam.'

`I bet it's really hard to make it fit.'

`But if you were determined enough you could do it, eh?'

`Oh yeah. Of course. I reckon I could. Not that I would, mate. But yeah. If
I needed to.'

`That's the spirit mate. Just what my cock needed to hear. I knew you'd
understand what was important.' He sent another cock pic. It was from
below, and you could see Danny smiling down from above, his massive dick
handled like a car or some sports equipment. Sam was intrigued by the pic,
finally seeing Danny's face alongside that mighty penis. It all made sense
now. Danny, cursed with a monster dick, unable to control it, unable to
even wank it, needing help.

`Great picture mate.'

`Cheers. My cock loves being photographed,' wrote Danny. `You should be
here to take some for me.'

`Yeah?' Sam thought about photographing this giant member. What a
challenge. `Sure. I could do that for you.'

`You're such a good mate, Sam. I'd like that. It's so solid now. I'm just
looking at it. I wish I could wank it but I can't. It's just going to
remain hard all weekend. I don't know when it might go down.'

`I don't know how you cope with it.'

`This is why it needs so much sucking, mate. Only a hungry mouth can ease
the ache. Otherwise it's torture.'

`I wish I could help you out, mate,' wrote Sam. `I'll see you on Friday.'

`Yeah. You can take some pictures of it, see it as it really is.'

`And use the Jacuzzi.'

`Oh, yeah. That. Sure.'

And then another picture. Sam stared down at it. Danny was winking at him,
looking so cheeky, looking down at the camera, which was held below his
long fat shaft, which was occupying most of the frame. A drop of precum was
beginning to fall from the tip and ooze down to the cameraphone. The penis
looked bigger than ever, harder, almost dangerous. Sam's eyes kept darting
between that cheeky wink and smirk, the brutal club of a dick and the clear
drop of ooze falling from the tip. Danny was right, it looked like too much
for one man to handle. He hoped Samantha was there to help Danny out. Dog
tired, he stumbled upstairs and fell into bed. He couldn't believe how hard
he was. He imagined what it would be like to have to have something as
massive as Danny's penis between his thighs. As he touched his cock he
scrolled through the texts and the pictures. There was something magnetic
about Danny's penis. He couldn't wait to be photographing it himself. As he
imagined kneeling on the floor, taking close-up shots of Danny's dick from
between his thighs, he suddenly came, much more powerfully than he had for
weeks. Wow, thought Sam: altruism must be a real turn-on. He was looking
forward to Friday.

* * *

Next: In the Jacuzzi!

I hope you enjoyed the story. If you did I'd love to hear from you. I can
be contacted at my new email address johnnymanipulator@gmx.com. Please note
that I've been unable to access my old email address for a long while, in
case you have been trying to contact me there about any of my old stories.