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Greg was pretty buzzed as he walked a bit unsteadily toward his hotel through unfamiliar streets. He had hoped to get a blowjob out of his visit to the semi-gay bar in Cincinnati. The bar proved to be the one night that only straight guys were there. He drank too much. He was here in Cincinnati visiting his Uncle Jack. "Be nice to Jack, he can get you a good job in his factory," said Mom.
That was wrong, Jack had not job for him and if he did he wouldn't have given it to him because he didn't like 20-year-old Greg who he believed was a smart-ass. "The boy was too good looking to be a real man," thought Jack and he hoped the visit would end soon as he had some hot babes on hold, since he couldn't use the apartment with his sisters kid there.
It was true that Greg was good looking, but what Jack's sixth sense must have felt was that Greg liked gay sex, the antipathy of Jack's own cunt-oriented life. Yes it was true that Grey liked gay sex, but he was a specialist. He never did oral on any one; he never took cock in his ass either. He was the total receiver of oral pleasure, and up to now, he had no trouble in finding guys to suck him. In fact, they found and solicited him. He had a wonderful sexual magnetism that affected one body part of his admirers: their knees. They had an overwhelming desire to get on their knees and surround his prick with their young lips.
Oh how Greg loved to feel the progression of his feelings, especially those leading up to his always-great orgasms. They rocked him; they pleasured him; he lived for them. There was only one problem: often his mind was whirling with desire, but the tank was empty. A cum without a copious discharge of his sperm was bad enough but worse was not having a strong erection. It was like drinking a non-alcoholic beverage.
As he turned the corner, staggering slightly and stopped in amazement. The streets he had just left were gloomy and dark, but here in front of him was a cul-de-sac brightly lit. It was decorated with Chinese lanterns, glowing elegantly. A neon sign, in a peculiar color he had never seen, was blinking gently. At first he though he had misread the sign, but holding his hand over one eye (an old trick of drunks) he saw that his first reading was correct:
The Penis Shop
Now that was interesting. Although he was anxious to get back to his hotel room that he had booked for tonight in vain hopes of finding a partner, he blinked his eyes and straightened his clothes and entered the shop. Inside there was a nice smell of lavender mixed with sandalwood. Although he would have scoffed at the idea, he was being bombarded with an Asian form of aromatherapy. A pleasant calm invaded his body and the effects of alcohol seemed to vanish. He was clear headed and ready for anything.
Suddenly he became aware of another person in the store. It was a youthful, tall Asian wearing traditional nineteenth century Chinese clothing. His voice was cultured and musical as he bowed, his hand s thrust into his copious sleeves. "You are most welcome to my shop. There is something that I know in which you will be interested." He pulled a silk cord and a small curtain opened that had been covering a display.
Greg's eye's bulged out. There were many penises lined up, all pointing upward, they included testicles.
"No they are not rubber," the proprietor laughed musically, "Nor are they dildos. They are just what you need. When your own penis can no longer perform. These can take its place and give you renewed pleasure. Also, I call your attention to the variety of types, changing types can add a new zest to your sex life."
Greg laughed. "What a lovely fiction, if only it were true."
The Chinese lad moved came from around the counter and approached Greg. As this close range, Greg could see that he was a beautiful young man, faultless skin, almond eyes and pink puffy lips. But reading Greg's mind, the lad said, "I will not be your sexual partner, but you will be successful beyond your wildest dreams if you purchase a set of my organs." He took down a leather case that had depressions to hold four penises. "I will teach you how to make your choice. A penis for each occasion."
"I really don't believe in this, but it seems such a great story to tell at parties. How much is the set?"
"For you, ten dollars."
"Whew," Greg said, blowing air out of his lips. "I guess I can afford."
He gave a ten-dollar bill into the slim hands of the lad, and he was handed the case of four penises. He laughed embarrassed, "I'm not sure what I will do with them, but it would be great for a show-and-tell."
The Chinese did not laugh. "I must now tell you how to use them. When you wish to replace your own penis with one from the case, you say "Conestoga," your will immediately get the replacement. When you wish to replace again, you repeat "Conestoga. But I must warn you that only four times may you use the magical word, it will become useless after that.
"How did you come on that particularly password?"
"It's crafted for you only and is a word that would not normally come into conversation. Now it is late and I must close up for the night. Enjoy your four penises."
Greg walked out. As he progressed away from the shop, the neon lights went out, as did the lanterns on the street. He walked briskly toward the hotel, now recognizing the neighborhood. He could now see the awning of the hotel, but across the street was a sauna. The sign outside left little doubt as to its clientele. It said, "Men's Sauna." One letter was out so it read S-una. Greg snapped his fingers. "Just what I need to end the night. I'll amuse the guys there with my purchase."
He entered and went to the cashier's window, appearing much like a cashier's cage at a movie theater. The elderly man pointed to the sign over the cage when Greg asked the price of a room. It was fifteen dollars. "And you are lucky to get it, it's the last one."
He edged his way along a dim corridor searching for room 143. "Whatcha looking for doll?" Said a young voice behind him.
Automatically he supplied his room number. "It's right here, next to mine. Can I come in and watch you undress."
Greg turned around. There was a slim kid, maybe late teens. The kid was rubbing his towel-clad crotch expectantly. "Thanks, I'll get undressed without you and maybe we'll see each other afterward."
He entered the tiny room containing only a bed and night table and one chair. He snapped on the bare light bulb and proceeded to undress, putting his clothes folded on the night table. He realized that he was holding the leather case in his hand since he left the Chinese shop. He smiled to himself. "Let's try you out." He was now totally undressed, his feet in paper slippers. "Might as well go for Mr. Big," he decided as he reached for the largest penis in the case. It must have been an easy six inches soft and the attending ball sac was as big as a baseball. Softly he intoned "Conestoga", feeling a little silly doing it. There was an immediate sensation in the area of his privates. It was not painful, just strange. He heard a definite click and he looked into the case he was holding. There in the slot where the large penis had been was his own beloved organ. He looked down. There it was a large, pink, circumcised penis, residing in the exact place his own had been. It looked enormous, like a pink Zeppelin to him. And below the fuselage hung this copious ball sac, its hairless skin moving sensuously over his balls.
There was a light tap on the door. It was the kid next door. Greg opened the door wide, but not as wide as the boy's eyes as he looked down at the prick of the century. "Oh my, I feel hot all over. My name is Bobby. Can Bobby touch it?"
"Okay, just a little." (Actually he was pleased at the attention he was getting.)
Bobby reached out and reverently stroked the big guy. Big guy reared his head a bit, his big piss slit eying the boy. Bobby gulped. "It's so beautiful. I want to suck it. Can I?"
"I'm not opposed to getting sucked, but hot boy, this is too much for one person. Do you have any friends here?"
"I do, please wait, my lover Jimmy is in the room with a hot black kid. I'll bring them here. Don't move."
Greg sat back on his bed. He laughed to himself that he hadn't even cruised the place and already three guys were going to swing on his prick. Sure enough Bobby returned with his arms around a tall, Italian looking boy and a muscular black kid followed. They all started hyperventilating when they saw the size of Greg endowment. Said endowment began to rise at the triple attention. Greg estimated that it was at least nine inches and really thick.
The black kid whose name was Lester said, "I thought I was blessed, but mine looks like a baby's next to yours. Can I give it a lick."?
"Help yourself."
Greg stared at the muscular back of the dark kid as he manfully licked and King Kong of prongs. He took the bulbous head between his lips and tried to move down the shaft. He began coughing. "I need some help here."
The kid named Jimmy fell on his knees right next to Lester, now two bare back were in Greg's view and two tongues began their journey up the Maypole. Good feelings were beginning to accrue to Greg and he patted the heads of the two doggies. Unfortunately the two doggies fell back, out of breath. Bobby came down along side of them. "Guys, this is a major project. We are going to get him off even if we die trying and it'll be worth it. We need teamwork. Let me start, then when I begin to turn blue, one of you take over and so forth, like a relay. They agreed and cutely laid their hands on each other and shouted, "Go team."
Greg was hopeful that their idea would work as he was getting as horny as he could ever remember. He was nowhere near being stimulated enough to even produce pre cum, but that was destined to end shortly, as the team began. Oh, those hot tongues, those suckling lips alternating. Finally a brave throat expanded and hot-stroked him.
"He's beginning to pre-cum. We're on the way to victory," Crowed Bobby and quickly returned to the trio, who really seemed like a vocal trio as they were crooning with pleasure.
Greg's eyes began to roll upward. He was breathing in short gasps. "Soon," he rasped to this crew. That encouragement brought them to greater activity. The sweetness of his pre cum and the quantity was like an ordinary prick's cum. But suddenly his monster stiffened and lengthened. The head grew red and big and the piss slit that resembled a coin slot opened and the rainstorm began. The boys manfully kept up, passing the spewing cock back and forth, wondering when the spurting would finally end. At last they had to give up their ministrations and they fell back in a heap on the floor. The hosing cock didn't give up and it drenched them in fragrant cum for another minute.
"Whew," Greg said, "What a mess I made. Do you guys want to go for seconds."
The three groaned and laboriously rose to their feet and edged out of the room.
Greg sank back on the hard cot. In one minute he was in dreamland. He awoke suddenly and looked at his watch. He was totally refreshed and yet he only napped for about ten minutes. The most amazing thing is that he was beginning to have the beginnings of horniness. He shook the big guy, but he was still asleep in spite of the fact that his temporary owner was awake and wanting. "Time to change planes," thought Greg, "Or at least submarines." He took out his hand-dandy penis kit. "Here's a lively looking fellow, good for night's work." He had selected a beautifully shaped, slim prick that looked as if it would elongate excellently. A nice pair of balls were displayed in the tight sac. "Conestoga", he called, feeling a bit stupid. Some kids hanging out in the hall called to him, thinking that was the way he announced his cum. Smoothly the big penis rested again in it's spot in the case and a new once dangled from Greg's crotch. Grey stood in front of the mirror. "Well, it's streamlined and the head gasket is exposed, looking like a ripe plum. Let's take this car on a road test."
He wrapped his towel around his waist. Outside there were a gaggle of girly-boys who had already heard of his reputation. The moaned in pain as he walked away and headed for the sauna. It was empty except for one very tall, maybe 6' 7" fellow. His size was his attraction for his face was not particularly handsome, but his body, its elongation and tight muscles were like those of a dancer. "Hello friend," the tall one said in a distinctly German accent, laced with British. Greg figured him to be a German who went to Oxford. As he spoke, Grey admired the large white teeth and close cropped blond hair and Aryan blue eyes and before he knew it, Greg's new appendage began to lift up its head and look around, stretching out of a parting in front of the towel.
The German, "Koch is the name, cock is my game," stared at the erecting penis, his, that is Koch's eyes widened. "That is a very lovely thing you got there friend." His voice had grown husky and his own towel had become indiscreet as his Teutonic erection made an appearance. "May I ask your name, friend?" he husked.
"Greg, and Greg sees you like what you see. May I make an international suggestion: American to German?
"Yes."
"Get on your knees and suck this motha."
The study German youth, to honor the fatherhood slid down and put his big Bavarian knees on the tile, his large lips dripping spit in anticipation and took a close look at my prick #2.
"Mein Gott, look at it. It's the size of an entire panzer division."
Greg looked down, it was a thin long one with a curve upwards. Koch immediately licked up around the curve, humming as he coasted along my Autobahn.
One thing Greg discovered was that a thin, sensitive, curving penis is very hard to control. It takes in every lick of the German's thick tongue and thick lip suckling of its head. Before long, Grey was moaning and his hips were thrusting and the blonde boy had to hold his lean hips to keep him from losing his hungry mouth.
"Oh shit, I can't hold on any longer. I am brimming with cum."
Blondie took his mouth away for just long enough to bark out a Prussian order, "You vill cum in one moment. Enjoy. I must have your sweet cum or I vill die."
Greg obeyed, relaxed his body into a cum mode, then as cum spunk raced to his cock head and his balls pulled up his shouted loudly, "I'm fucking cumming."
Six kids from various parts of the Boy's Sauna with the missing letter rushed to watch. They weren't disappointed. Greg was lurching and fucking the German's mouth as the boy tried to swallow all of the might spooge. It must have taken a full four minutes for Greg to stop shooting. During that time the kids standing around, jerking their gerkin had shot themselves. The chorus of moaning was worthy of Bach.
Greg slipped away, the German fell over to recover. Back in his room Grey took stock of what had happened. "I can't believe that I am still sexed up. What next?"
He looked into the case, the fourth prick was like a big fat cigar. "No one could get lips over this. I'll just wear it to show off." He Conestoga-ed softly and his slim one was back in the case and in its place was a panatela of pricks, so fat that if it was a cigar, it would last a week.
He walked out. It was getting late, the corridor was mostly empty. He passed a room with an open door. Lying on the cot, face down, was a large muscular boy with red hair. The boy turned to look at him. He had a friendly Irish face, freckles and all, but the body of a God. His monumental ass was up. "And would you be considerin' a fuck tonight?"
Greg paused at the door. "I don't get fucks."
"Oh no me by, I mean fooken' me ass. I dinna know if I can accommodate such a generous sexual organ, but I am willin' to give it a try for St.Patrick and all of Ireland."
Greg thought for a while. "I actually have never fucked anyone. My whole sex experience has been getting blown. I might be a dud at it."
"You need not worry, with that smooth, large cylinder, I know you'll be rubbin' across me hot button handily. Now laddie, no more talkin' get me ass up higher and kneel behind me behind and push with that snake that is still left after he cleared them out of Erin. Me name is Patrick."
Greg shrugged. The boy was very appealing and very bossy. It was a new experience for him and he wasn't sure how he would like screwing someone. Nevertheless he put the king-sized covered head against the pink pucker of the generous ass. He pushed slightly..nothing, although Patrick grunted in slight discomfort. He squirted some lube that was on the table and pushed again. "Oh Jesus, Joseph and Mary," groaned Patrick. "Tis killin' me but if you stop I'll beat you to a pulp." Grey pushed again, now half of his monster was lodged in the steaming hot hole. Patrick's back was dripping with sweat.
"Is it hurting you friend?" Greg asked like a good boy.
Patrick grunted, "Hurtin' is too soft a word. It's medieval torture, but I'm beginin' to accept it. Oooh, change that to like it. No more talk, your cock is hittin' my vocal chords. You may now begin to saw away."
Greg was beginning to tingle. He felt really masterful reducing this guy to a blithering idiot by his sexual weapon. He shoved it in fully until his public hair was tangling with Patrick's fine red down. He pulled out, to Patrick's howls...and in again to Patrick's yowls. In and out, until Greg shouted, "You shit, you are getting me off with your ass. I about to give you a sperm enema."
"Give all you got for the glory of it, my boy. I will follow you right after as me balls are churning."
Greg stiffened and his cock seemed to pull into itself and then extended and began shooting into the dark recesses of the Irish boy. Patrick felt the pelting of his ass and with a loud cry he began shooting onto the sheets below him. The bucked and cried, the two of them until the battle was over.
Patrick was the first to speak. "Greg, you got a money maker there. Anyone would pay you money to get the services of such an instrument."
Grey thanked him, but just before he left, Patrick pulled him down and kissed him with his big lips and held him tightly. That was the first man kiss that Greg had ever had. He licked his lips as he made his way back to his room and decided he liked it, a lot.
Back in his room he again slept for awhile, then his mind began to get an erection. (There is such a thing.) His current penis was a dead dog. Nothing left to do than to call upon the gods of Conestoga. The only penis left in the case was a beautiful appearing, perfect penis with deep trough below the smooth head and a shaft of pure white. It greatly resembled the penises on Greek statues, but unfortunately was the same size, almost a child's size.
Greg decided that there are guys who love small boyish penis and if he past experience with the Chinese guy's organ donations, this little guy would bring great pleasure. He tightened his towel and went to the shower area. There were three showers running. There were no curtains so he could display himself easily. At the first shower there was a mature looking man with a handle bar moustache. Greg stood there. "Hey kid, scram. I don't go for appetizers, only main courses.
At the next shower their was a athletic looking fellow. As he rubbed the soap out of his eyes he looked down at Greg and his equipment. "Sorry, I just had sex. I'm beat."
Greg didn't believe it because he had used it himself to get away from someone who didn't attract him. But at the final shower, there was a short bald guy. He had a cute young face and strong squatty body. As soon as Greg was framed in the doorway of his shower, he beamed. "Oh, now that's a beauty. May I touch it?"
Greg nodded. The guy rubbed the cocklet and announced, "I'm Shane. Your cock is made to collect sensations and cum on its own without direct handling. Are you willing to learn how to pleasure yourself in new ways?"
Greg was fast heating up. "Okay Shane. I'll be the hoss, you be the boss. Teach me."
Back in Shane's room, which incidentally was three times the size of Greg's. "I reserve this room a day in advance. Now you are handsome. Lovely features. Fine body. Your smallish cock is appealing, but you must stop being cock oriented. You have other parts that must be sensitized, parts that can give you pleasure you have never had before."
"What parts? I have had my chest nubs rubbed. It's okay, but no cigar. I've had my belly rubbed and tickled, not much."
"I am speaking of your luscious lips and mouth. Just looking at them has made my cock rise and look around."
"You mean you are suggesting that I should become a cock sucker?"
"Yes. Why do you think guys sucked your cock? Just to please you? No they got off on it. They loved the feeling of your cock moving over their lips, the taste on their tongue, the thrill of your personal elixir shooting into their mouths."
"Well that sounds pretty exciting. In fact I just started dripping from my little fellow."
"Yes, I can see. And you must learn the ultimate of getting fucked. You may think that you submit, but you also control the fucker. We will try both it now. First, to relax you take a little sniff from my little brown bottle."
Greg knew exactly what was in the bottle. Many times his sucker had sniffed and offered it, but he also refused, thinking it might dull his enjoyment, but now, because he was trepidation about the events to happen, he took a deep sniff in each nostril. Immediately his head began to swim and the room and his immanent lover receded from his consciousness. That is until a leaking cock knocked on his lips front door. He opened up as if he was at the dentist. The cock entered his mouth. Immediately his saliva flowed and his tongue began looping all over the delicious organ. He sucked wildly until Shane pulled away. Greg whimpered in disappointment and looked up at Shane with a worried face. He had discovered that his mouth had a direct connection with his cock.
Shane patted Greg's head as if he was a doggie. "Nice Greg, you want to have your orgasm don't you? Let me show you a new way."
Shane was strong. He pulled Greg up on the bed and arranged him resting on his elbows with his handsome fuzzy ass up in the air. Shane pushed out his long tongue and swiped across the sensitive puckered lips of Greg's asshole. He reared up and cried out at the thrill it causes. Now Shane tightened his tongue into an arrowhead and pushed it deep into Greg's secret recesses. He pushed in and out, fucking him with his penis-like tongue. Greg felt the wonderful sensations but knew that the ultimate would be Shane's plump cock entering him. "Please Shane, do it, I'm ready."
Shane groaned out his excitement, put his warm hands on Greg's hips and pushed the head of his cock through the Greg's ass ring. Greg mewled in excitement, his hips moving in pleasure. Now Shane began fucking the newby with enthusiasm, trying to give him the greatest experience. Greg fast losing a sense of reality as he went into sexual orbit, his head swimming, his voice shouting out obscenities and pleas to be fucked harder. He knew, in some part of his brain, that he had become a bottom bitch and he loved it and he wanted nothing more...ever.
Shane cried out, "Greg boy, I'm going to deliver now, get ready."
Greg steeled himself as he felt his own orgasm overtaking him. "Flood me, please."
Shane hosed the inside of Greg's hole and it caused Greg to begin his shooting. On and on they spew, until as all orgasms, it had to end.
Shane grabbed Greg and kissed him soundly. "You're the best fuck I ever had. I don't want to lose you."
Greg told him that he was only visiting Cincinnati, hoping to find a job. "Do you know who I am? My last name?"
Shane told him. He was part of the major family who owned the town. Shane had a ten million dollar trust find income. "You have no worries. Move here permanently. Be my fuck toy forever, except occasionally I want to good sucking, if only to get me ready to fuck you."
"I can have a larger organ if you wish."
"How would you do that?
"I have only to say Conestoga."
Shane laughed and rubbed his cheek indulgently. "Okay say it."
"Conestoga, CONESTOGA, C O N E S T O G A!"
There was no change. They both looked up as a mellifluous voice spoke from outside their door. "There is no further changes after the fourth. You must learn to live with your final chose."
"Who's that?" asked Shane.
"Never mind. You like me at 5 inches and at that I'll stay, as long as you fuck my ass."
"Guaranteed."
End