Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2005 19:44:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Stadium <mookeyjones@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little Richard, Big Dick

Little Richard, Big Dick
By: Mookey Jones

The story you are about to read is surprisingly true in part. The most
outrageous parts are true and the tamer parts were fabricated.  The names
are real.  The events were real.  The exciting sexual conclusion was
fabricated for your reading and personal pleasure.  If you are offended by
sexual conduct between men or strong language, I suggest you turn back now.

Any time you share a living area with 30 men, odd things are bound to
happen. This particular day of Air Force Basic training was no exception. I
was working on my bunk, preparing for one of the many inspections that were
guaranteed to teach us to pay incredible attention to mundane details when
I got to see a show that is unmatched to this day.

Our bunks were lined along the long walls of a rectangular shaped
dorm. There were actually two rooms like this with a common shower and
toilet area near the entry to the dorm.  Each hall had a row of bunks along
the longest wall.  Our hall was generally quiet and well behaved, but on
this particular day, someone had set off our normally good-natured guide,
Dick.

Richard was the guide of our Air Force basic training flight or training
group. As the guide, he was the shortest man and always marched out
front. The concept was he would set the pace and the flight would never
leave the short guy behind.

Richard's bunk was opposite mine so I got a first-hand, close-up view of
this angry erotic show.

"You can call me little Richard, but I am sick of you small-cocked fuckwads
making your sarcastic ass remarks about me as Little Dick!  You see this
fucking man-sized tool?" Richard stood on a chair in his tighty whiteys
with his huge package grasped obscenely in his hand. "I shower with you big
boys and while everyone of you is bigger than I am in height, I have seen
your fucking dicks and not a one of you can match this fucking tool for
size!"

Richard was a fine man to look at. He was thick and muscular. He had wide
shoulders tapering to narrow hips and a beautiful bubble ass.  Tanned skin
with a classic basic training buzz cut of blonde hair and beautiful blue
eyes. Contrasting his tan were some amazing blue eyes and a big white
toothy grin.

Our Air Force flight of 30 men had a few repetitive names. There were a
couple guys named David, a couple named John, and there were two
Richards. Both Richards went by the nickname "Dick".  Because one Dick was
extremely tall and the other was our shortest member, they became Big Dick
and Little Dick. The irony was that Big Dick was not at all well endowed
and Little Dick looked like his father had been a stud pony.  People were
just having fun with the name, but Little Dick was sick of the references
to his ample manhood as "Little".  Having seen him naked in the showers,
the concern was well justified.

When Dick's "fun-meter" pegged, we were preparing our uniforms for one of
the dozens of inspections we had every week. Dick jumped up on a chair and
made a public announcement in front of the entire dormitory.  Grasping his
ample crotch he told the whole damn dorm "You can call me little Richard,
but don't any of you small-cocked fuckwads ever refer to me as Little
Dick!"

One of the men said, "Show us why Dick, show us why!"  Dick hesitated for
just a second before catching the gaze of every man in the room. Slowly he
pulled down his overstuffed briefs and inch after inch of fat prick rolled
out.  I am not sure how big he was, but I felt sure that he was at least
five or six inches hanging there limp and was already as thick as my fat
tool at his hardest. I was amazed, impressed, and found myself reaching for
my groin in hopes it wouldn't pop a pup tent.  Dick was hanging there
grasping himself seductively in front of a room full of straight men. "Any
of you smart ass fuckers want to break out your tools and we can measure. I
doubt any of you smart asses has a longer piece of fucking meat swinging
between your legs. I am not trying to make anyone feel small, but I am sick
of fucking "Little Dick" comments. Now please, let it stop or I may catch
you sleeping on your stomach and use this fucking little dick on your
unsuspecting ass." With that closing comment, he threw us all a wicked grin
and pulled up his briefs. We all laughed and he got plenty of
congratulatory comments.

To this date, the gayest thing I had ever done was a circle jerk or some
naked jogging with other guys (we called it "streaking" in the 70's).  I
found that his boldness and that huge dick were consuming my focus. I
couldn't get my mind off it. As I shined my shoes, I would imagine I was
stroking that huge piece of meat. As I folded clothes, I imagined that sexy
look as Dick stood shamelessly and dropped his pants for a room of 30
men. I guess it was a cross between his looks, his body, his boldness and
that huge tool that made me constantly check him out. Dick bunked right
across the aisle from me and strangely enough, every time I looked up to
check him out, he was checking me out. I would try to casually look away,
but every time he was giving me a big toothy grin and those amazing blue
eyes were sparkling as he was checking me out.

I am your average to muscled guy. Not a hunk, but decently built. Spent a
fair amount of time in the gym. I have dark hair and eyes. Naturally tanned
as an Italian whose stock came from the southern part of Italy.  Not a bad
looking guy, but not a supermodel.

His boldness was exciting me and scaring me. I was becoming obsessed with
him and I sensed he was reading me like a fucking book. I was always
interested in men's bodies, but I put that behind me when I got married. It
was what was expected of us.  I ate pussy, fucked long and hard, and
enjoyed the intercourse with my wife. I really stayed satisfied and never
thought of having sex elsewhere; until I was going weeks without sex and
desperately wanting to get my rocks off.

Why we didn't just all jerk off in the shower, I don't know. I do know that
by the time the first week of basic was done, I was hard every time the
wind blew. I prayed I didn't embarrass myself with a wet dream in bed. Now
I had Dick fueling my imagination.  I needed release and apparently wasn't
the only one needing release.

I was sleeping one night in my bunk. Suddenly I felt a hand shake me and
wake me up. Looking up in the dark, I could make out Dick looking in my
eyes. He must have been on dorm watch (a bogus chore where one person
stayed awake for security and fire safety).

"What?" I asked.  "Come with me." He whispered.  I followed him to the
latrines wiping sleep from my eyes. I wasn't on duty as dorm guard. Judging
from the hour, he must have just come on duty and I was really confused why
he was waking me up.  We got to the stalls and he directed me wordlessly
into the last one, following close behind.  I was quickly waking up now and
still unaware what he was doing.

He looked me in the eye and smiled that contagious toothy smile of
his. Reaching down, he slid his tighty whiteys to his knees letting that
monster tool flap out. This time it was semi hard and had to be over seven
inches and growing.

"You need to get off as badly as I do?" he asked.  "God...yes I do."  I was
now gawking at his growing tool and hadn't moved to drop my pants.  "You
plan on taking your pants down to do this or do I need to help you along?"
"Oh...yeah. Guess I better drop them."  As my pants came down I was already
hard as a cedar log. My dick was screaming for attention and I was so
excited being within touching distance of Dick that I was almost forgetting
to breathe.  Dick looked down admiringly at my rock hard crotch and said,
"Sweet.  Mind if I help you along?"  This was like a secret fantasy beyond
what I could conceive or would be willing to admit. I was so numb I didn't
say a word. He took my tool in his hot calloused hand and began to slowly
stroke me long and slow.  All the while he was watching my face with that
silly grin of his. Just waiting for a reaction from me.

"God, what if one of the training instructors comes in the dorm while you
are here?" I asked. For all my fear, my dick didn't waver from its iron
consistency.

"I set a book against the door. If they open it, the book falls and we hear
it.  I will claim you were sick and I was helping you clean up after
puking."

I was amazed at his plausible plan.

"You wanna help me out? I would love to feel you stroke this big tool." I
tentatively reached down. My trepidation vanished as I touched Dick's huge
tool. It was so big and thick. He had to be pushing past the nine-inch mark
and was as thick or thicker than I was.  I had to stretch to get my hand
around it.  I looked up at him and smiled at how great it felt. He looked
back with that silly joyous smile of his.

"I know you are straight, but have you ever helped a buddy out?"

"You mean stroking another guy's tool?  I have done it a couple times." It
was actually when I was in about sixth grade, but I wasn't going to admit
that.

"No. Something far better and more satisfying."

"What?" I asked.

"You ever fuck?" Assuming he intended to fuck me I thought no fucking way.
He was hard now and I would estimate this little man to be over nine and
pushing toward ten inches.  He would kill me with that third leg of his. I
would never be able to take that.

Dick sensed my fear and quickly put me at ease. "No...oh no...I don't want
to fuck you. I want you to really fuck my ass well."

I stared at him unbelieving.

He continued, "Buddy, I want you in my hot, tight, horny ass. You can get
your rocks off and I bet I will shoot a huge load as you ride me well."

"Wow. I am flattered and that is hot, but I don't have any lube and I
unless you have a seriously stretched ass, I will rip you open."

"Not to worry. I have experience and I will lube your cock with spit.  It
will be tight, but I am sure I can handle you.  You will never experience
anything like it."

"You do this often?" I asked. As I was wondering about this, he destroyed
my hesitancy by dropping to his knees and sucking me down one inch at a
time. His mouth was amazing.  His tongue was dancing on every nerve as he
swallowed one inch after another.

"Do me a favor." He had risen up and turned his tight bubble ass toward me.
"I need you to spit on my hole and get me a little wet."  His ass was
gorgeous.  He had a tight pink pucker had a light dusting of blondish hair.
A few stray blond fuzzies lined that delicious crack.

I spit on my hand and rubbed him, using my middle finger to wet his hole.
As my fingers rubbed the entrance, he moaned softly and pushed back against
my finger. It amazed me how tight he was. I wondered if my fat dick would
ever be able to penetrate. I was patiently working in more fingers and more
lube when Dick stopped his moaning and said over his shoulder that he was
ready for the real thing and I shouldn't use up our precious time with
prep.

My dick was hard and aching. I hadn't stroked a load off in weeks and I was
so turned on by this erotic episode with this muscled little stud. I aimed
my dick at his anxious hole. I was being considerate and trying not to
force myself too quickly.  I never expected Dick to be so anxious. When my
head penetrated his hole, it was so tight I figured I had killed him. He
looked over his shoulder and gave me that amazing smile like everything was
fine. I had never felt anything so hot. Before I could continue my
onslaught, he pressed back against me until my back was flat against the
stall wall. Having nowhere to go, I lost control and he took charge.  His
tight ass started to slowly open and with a soft grunt that might have been
pain or pleasure, he took the first several inches. I was holding my breath
again and clenching my teeth to keep from groaning in pleasure. I was
quivering with nervousness and excitement, but was harder than I had ever
been in my life.  I was excited by the risk of our sleeping dorm mates
waking up to find their most conservative member porking the ass of our hot
little guide.

"Are you OK?" I asked with genuine concern? I couldn't bear to think I was
hurting him.

"You feel amazing. Don't worry." He grunted. "I have handled much larger
than you before."  Now that wasn't the most flattering thing to tell a man.
"You feel great. Now show me how well you can fucking satisfy this tight
rocking ass."

That is all I needed to hear. I grabbed his tight muscled hips and slid
into the hilt.  He may have had bigger, but I was damned sure he would
never have better than me.  He had one foot on the toilet top and I was
entering him from the back. I grabbed his hips and started rabbit stroking
him short and shallow. His hips were so narrow and muscled.  My hands could
nearly go around his hips and meet on both sides. As he became adjusted to
my size, I started pulling out until I was almost completely out and then
long stroking in all the way. First straight. Next I stroked toward the
left. Then I stroked to the right. I pushed his body down until his body
was parallel with the ground and I entered from above him. When I
discovered where his prostate was, he froze and just moaned in
ecstasy. That fueled my fire.  I started pounding that pleasure station
with my dick. Dick's breath was getting ragged and he was moaning softly
and expressively.  I knew I had his weak spot and he was enjoying what I
was giving him.  He was getting ready to cum and I was going to make him
shoot royally.

"Is this working for you?" I leaned over and whispered in his ear.  As if I
really needed to ask.  He would never have it better.

"God yes. Please don't stop. Pound my ass big man."

I kicked it up a notch and started pounding that magic place that made him
squirm in pleasure.  After a few minutes of this highly focused fucking, I
felt his body stiffen. I wasn't sure what was happening until he threw his
head back and I realized he got his nut. Suddenly he gasped and blew more
cum than I had ever seen at one time. It amazed me as he had never touched
himself. Both his hands were in use supporting the weight of his body with
me slamming his tight muscle ass.  As he blew his load, the insides of his
ass started some kind of amazing pumping process that made my balls give up
their load. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to blow inside him or not, but I
was buried deep in his ass and had no intention of pulling out.  I shot one
of the most intensive loads of my life.

My knees nearly buckled as I fell over on Dick's back in passionate
exhaustion. I was gasping for air and seeing stars.  This was the most
amazing sex I had ever known.  We quickly cleaned ourselves up and I snuck
back to bed in time for Dick to wake the next dorm guard for his hourly
watch.

As I laid in bed, I had to wonder if anyone else in our dorm had ever done
what we did. If so, who was it? Having dumped my load and achieved a state
of total relaxation, I closed my eyes and slept like a rock dreaming of
other men in our dorm getting late night pleasure.  Big thanks to little
Richard with the big dick.

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