I earlier wrote about my beautiful penis and it's effect on those who see it. First, an item appeared at this website under the heading of Gay/Youth-Adult, then a follow-on item was printed under the heading of Gay/High School. These items were well received, based on my e-mail, and more have been requested. Here is another.
By the time I reached age 17 and had completed my sophomore year of high school, I was well known by just about everyone in my part of the city, male and female alike, as the boy with the beautiful penis. It was easy for people who had only heard of me and my beautiful, now fully developed phallic endowment to identify me - after all, I was the only person in the city to have the name Helmut! So even if strangers were only passing on the street and overheard a friend or acquaintance call my name, they immediately turned and stared at me. As well, some would actually approach and ask, "Are you the kid that has the good lookin' pecker?" And, "When you gonna' show me that beautiful machine of yours?" And, "I'll bet you drive the girls crazy with that pecker of yours, don't you?"
So despite the immense pleasures that my penis had brought me with the many classmates and with the adult friends of Al (my man lover), I was beginning to feel a little annoyed at having no privacy when I just wanted to be at the pizza shop or soda fountain, and just enjoy being a teenager. It was at this stage that I received a call from my Uncle Ted, who was an engineer in San Francisco. Uncle Ted was calling to invite me to come out and spend some time with him at his home in the Bay Area, all expenses paid. What a deal! Of course I quickly obtained my parents' permission and made all the arrangements.
Arriving at San Francisco Airport, Uncle Ted was there at the gate to greet me. He was gushing with appreciation for my coming out to see him, as few others of the relatives had been willing to do, apparently. Then he turned serious. It seems that one of the machines which Uncle Ted had invented and sold to a company in Denver needed expert attention, and Ted was contractually obligated to take care of the problem. He therefore would have to leave the following day to fly to Denver, which meant he would leave me alone for a couple of days. I assured him that I would be fine, and not to worry.
Uncle Ted took me to his house, which was a rather palatial estate overlooking the Bay. From it's position, one could see practically all the city. Uncle Ted took great delight in pointing out the landmarks, then focusing his large telescope on each of them so I could see them clearly. Following this, Uncle Ted informed me that we had dinner reservations in the city for later that evening, but would first show me some of the more interesting parts of the city. As we drove along, he would point out buildings, areas, parks, museums, etc., and advised that I might like to tour some of the sights during the time that he had to be out of town. I couldn't have asked for anything better, and quickly expressed my appreciation for his offer and ideas. Following a wonderful dinner at one of the waterfront restaurants, we returned to his home. It was getting late, and we were both tired from the long, tedious day we had just gotten through, so we went to bed. I slept like a log!
The following morning Uncle Ted greeted me in the kitchen, where he had prepared a full breakfast. Despite the large dinner the night before, I was famished and ate ravenously. Uncle Ted ate lightly and quickly, and had just taken his last sip of coffee when a car horn sounded. "My taxi. Gotta' go. Here are the keys for the house and for the car. Make sure you only park in legal spots when you go downtown - don't want any tickets!" Man-oh-man, was I in heaven or what? I walked with him to the door, picked up one of his bags and accompanied him to the taxi. I watched the taxi disappear around the curved drive with mixed feelings about Ted leaving, but knew full well that he would be back soon. Meanwhile, I would have a chance to see stuff on my own, and not bore my uncle with it.
I drove into the city and immediately headed over to one of the museums that Ted had pointed out as being especially interesting and worthy of seeing. I made sure to park the car in an attended lot, then walked the additional block to the museum. Ted was right! There were exhibits here that I could never have imagined even existed. One exhibit in particular, a Transportation Exhibit, took my full attention and interest. I stood reading every placard that was on the displayed items, and the long dissertation that had been put together by someone who was as big a transportation nut as I apparently. It was extremely lengthy, and I had been reading for quite a few minutes when I sensed that some people had come up behind me. I turned to look, and saw two very distinguished gentlemen, whom I guessed at the time to be in their late 50's. They were also reading the lengthy treatise that had so taken my attention. Seeing me turn, one of the two said, "Sorry to be so rude - it's just that we have seen about all we wanted to here, but did want to read about this exhibit." "That's okay," I said, and turned back to my reading. I finished up and turned to walk away. Just then, both the men also finished reading as much as they had wanted to, apparently, and turned toward the exit.
Heading back to the parking lot to retrieve the car, I noticed that both the men were walking in the same direction, just ahead of me. They must have heard me behind them, as they turned simultaneously to look in my direction. Seeing me, they stopped and allowed me to catch up. "Where are you headed?" one asked. I pointed toward the parking lot, and said, "To get my car." "So are we," the second gentleman said. The three of us continued on together. They asked a lot of questions about where I was from, what was I doing in the city, how long would I be here, etc. We introduced ourselves, and naturally I had to go through the explanation of my name and its origin. Their names were Jack and Henry, they informed me. Both were graying, though Jack was further along than Henry. They were both trim of stature, cleanly shaved and dressed in very nice sport jackets, open-necked shirts and slacks. Just as we were about to cross the intersection to go into the parking lot, Jack made a comment about it being lunch time, and how about the three of us getting something to eat. Henry observed that he was past due to eat, as his stomach was beginning to shrink! It sounded good to me too! The salty air of the Bay Area must have been causing me to burn off the calories, as I had never felt so hungry as I had since arriving here.
We agreed to leave my car in the security of the parking lot, and we would all go in Henry's car. We soon arrived at a nice dining facility which offered valet parking, a nice carpeted, canopied entry. As the doorman let us in, he greeted Jack and Henry by their last names, "Mr. Olivero and Mr. Anderson." I knew then that I was in the company of a couple of fellows who were of means and who had been in this establishment probably many times before. Jack ordered a seafood creation for all of us. They each had a glass of wine, and I had water only. Henry then ordered a chocolate dessert with three forks, and we shared it. Henry insisted on picking up the tab and would not hear of me paying even my share.
The car was brought around, and we all got in, satisfied yet not stuffed with our delicious lunch. Jack said, "Henry, let's show Helmut the apartment. It's early, and we can get him back to the parking lot to get his car without a lot of delay. Okay with you, Helmut?" "Sure," I responded. I felt free to do whatever I wanted, and was certainly in no big hurry to go back to the empty house this early in the day.
Henry drove like an experienced tour guide, taking shortcuts when traffic seemed to build, and generally missing every red light on our path. We soon arrived in a beautiful neighborhood of multi-story buildings and well manicured lawns and gardens. Pulling into a parking garage, Henry announced, "Here we are." We walked a few steps to the elevator, got in and Jack pushed the button for the seventh floor. A short, quiet ride on the fully carpeted elevator ended with a softened bell sounding, the doors opened and we stepped off onto a lavishly decorated hallway. Henry explained that there were only two apartments on each floor, so there was never any problem with noise from the neighbors. We walked down the hall to a heavy entry door, and Henry unlocked the door. Entering, I was overwhelmed with the artifacts and unusual furniture that adorned the entry foyer and the visible sitting room directly ahead.
As Henry and Jack removed their their jackets and placed them on hangars in the closet, I knew that these gentlemen were not only of sophisticated tastes in food, they showed real class in their choices of colors, fabrics, woods and other decorator items! And none of this came cheaply, I would bet! I was pleased and honored that I was getting a chance to see this.
Jack said to Henry, "Show Helmut around. I'm going to wash off some of this grime." Jack and I then began the circuit of this apartment which easily could have been a palace! Everything was spacious, elegant and tastefully coordinated. After Jack showed me his bedroom, we passed through a connecting door into another - this was Henry's, Jack informed me. I could hear the sounds of a shower running on the other side of a door, and presumed this to be Henry in the shower. Jack then directed me down a short hallway leading from the bedrooms, into a large, wood paneled 'facility' that was equipped with a lot of different items in leather and impressive wood. The central fixture in this room was an edifice carved from tropical wood which was about three feet high and about one foot in diameter. It was smoothly polished, and was almost black in color - it was a gigantic penis! It caught my eye, and I stared. I couldn't look away! Henry kept talking but I couldn't make out a word he was saying! This was a giant object worthy of worship as a symbol of virility and pleasure!! It didn't take Henry long to realize that I was no longer "with" him, either mentally or physically.
"Do you like that, Helmut?" came his question. "I think it is gorgeous," I told him. "Go over to it and rub it. It will increase your sexual prowess and staying power," Henry said. I did as he invited. I could never have imagined such a feeling - I could feel my penis hardening just at the touch and thought of it. I stroked it with both hands, slowly side stepping around it with my eyes glued on its magnificence. "Careful!" Henry said, "You'll make it cum!" "It's more likely to make me come," I chuckled.
Jack entered this chamber of sensual furnishings, adorned only with a towel around his waist. "Next," he said, referring to the shower. Henry departed after informing Jack of my love for the giant phallus that occupied center stage in this room. Jack just grinned knowingly, and invited me to have a seat on one of the cushion-chairs that had been arranged in something of a circle around Mr. Penis. No more than I had taken a seat when Jack handed me a glass of some sort of beverage. I tasted it and it was good. Jack informed me that it was a Bacardi rum and Coke. I wasn't sure why, but it tasted delicious, and I was soon asking for another. "Good thing I made it light, I guess - here you are." "Thanks," I said and determined that I had better go slow and only sip this one.
"How about you, Helmut, would you like to shower off?" Jack said. "Sure, when Jack is finished." "No need to wait. Go through that door, and there is a bath in there. There are plenty of towels and robes, if you don't want to put your street clothes back on right away."
The brisk shower felt good. The soaps were scented with an unusual scent, and though I knew it wasn't possible, I would have sworn that some even smelled like cum. Toweling off, I tried to decide whether to follow Jack's lead with only a towel around the waist, or to wear one of the terry cloth robes that were neatly folded in the linen closet - I opted for the robe, and secured the tie around my waist.
I returned to the room to find that Henry had also re-joined us, and was sitting on one of the cushion chairs. I took my seat again, and lifted my drink in a salute to the two of them. "My compliments on a beautiful home," I said. They responded with their uplifted glasses. I heard the ice tinkle in Jack's glass as he drained it. He arose and reached for my glass, offering to freshen it up. He did the same for Henry. Jack moved over to the seat cushion adjacent to mine while Henry was performing the bartender functions. Looking at the centerpiece he said, "Don't you wonder who the New Guineans used as a model for that damned beauty?" "Whoever it was, he would be a sight to behold wouldn't he?" I offered.
Henry returned with the refreshments, and it was obvious that he had only given me more ice, not more rum and coke. He took the cushion at my other side, and we three then reclined and sipped on our beverages, gazing at the beauty of the gigantic penis. Henry and Jack, as if tied at the hip, simultaneously shifted their positions so that they were now flat on their backs. I looked at both of them when they shifted - they both were showing increasingly higher tents being formed in their crotches, as they both stared at the giant penis-god. They paid no attention that I was staring at them - they kept their gazes on the edifice. This began to excite me, and though I could feel it happening, I was not aware that my own beautiful master had protruded between the overlaps of my robe.
Henry saw it first. "MY GOD," he exclaimed. Jack turned, saw, and immediately reached for me. I lay still while Jack and Henry studied my endowment. "HELMUT, YOU WERE THE MODEL!" Jack shouted. Shifting again, Henry on one side and Jack on the other, they threw back the flaps of my robe, and stared at my beauty. Jack untied my robe, helped me get it off, then threw it and his own towel into a heap on the side. Henry got rid of his towel as well, and we three lay there on the carpeted floor, making a distorted cross with our bodies, their heads at my crotch.
Henry was first - he took in my full penis without any effort at all, and began a very slight up and down motion. Jack, meanwhile, moved up to my chest and started working at my nipples with his tongue. He soon moved up further, and took my mouth in his, trying to devour me it seemed. I responded, as Al and hisfriends had shown me how. Jack was delighted, and immediately moved back down to where he could use his tongue on my big ball sac - one ball after another, he worked his tongue on my man-sac, then took both balls into his mouth, massaging them every so gently with his tongue.
Suddenly they both stopped. They stood up, and I could now see that they were both bountifully equipped! "I'm eight and three-fourths inches, and Henry is nine inches," Jack said. "You're not only long, you are just plain big," I said to their delight. Jack walked over to a phonograph, and put on a stack of LP records. I had never heard the haunting melodies before, and concluded that they must be from somewhere other than the United States. As if he had heard my thoughts, Jack said, "Classical recordings from India. They are to put you in the right mood and help you stay focused," he advised. Henry had moved off to the bar, and soon returned with three Bacardi's and Coke. They then sat down, but did not approach me.
We all three lay there with our beverages, our erections beginning to soften, and listened to classical music from India! I had never encountered such a thing. Again it was as if they were reading my thoughts. Jack began telling me how sensual pleasures can be extended and even made to be felt outside the immediate areas of the crotch. As well, he explained that it is possible to have a quasi-orgasm without actually expelling one's sperm. I had never heard such a thing, but I was willing to listen and to try their way.
Jack put his glass down, and moved toward Henry. He took Henry's giant penis in his hands, and began to stroke it back to life. I was impressed with Jack's tenderness towards his partner. Soon Henry was back to his nine inch condition and Henry shifted around to a "69" position with Jack. They inhaled one another's giant appendages, taking them in until the other's ball sac was touching the other's nose. Up and down, ever so gently and without any indication of difficulty, they deep throated one another. I moved over to this stack of sensual activity, and started using my tongue on the balls of the top partner, Jack. I could hear him moaning, and with each moan, Henry would seem to respond with his own as he felt the sensation of the vibrations.
Raising his head and his pelvis ever so slowly, Jack dismounted. He was breathing heavily, but neither of these two giants showed any signs of having ejaculated. They jointly guided me back to my position, and noticed that the sexual activity had caused me to be at near full staff. Jack took the head of my penis between his lips and began massaging it, almost as if chewing with the lips themselves. This sent shivers through me. Damned, this was good! Without warning, Jack dropped his widely opened mouth directly onto my full erection. I could feel it bang down his throat, massaging the full length of its staff. Then he stayed still, and just made swallowing motions with his tongue while humming along with the Indian classical music. I thought I had entered paradise! This may well have been the best I had ever had.
Jack slowly removed his mouth from my penis. He then took his hand and began to ply his own giant beast of a penis. Henry walked over with his own erection in his hand. He had been jerking off on the side as Jack gave me the deep throat, and he appeared to be about ready to explode. He said to Jack, "I'm about ready to start this if you are." Jack said nothing, but opened his mouth wide while Henry continued pumping his own prime meat. Soon Henry erupted, sending a stream of cum onto Jack's lips and into his mouth. Henry then completed his ejaculation with a more directed flow of his semen, directly into Jack's mouth. When he was finished, Henry took his index finger and wiped off the remaining tidbit of cum left on his dick, then put the finger into his mouth and ate the cum. He then lowered his head to Jack's face, and cleaned the spilled semen from Jack.
Jack pivoted his body, and brought his face directly above mine. He brought his lips down to kiss me, opening his mouth at the time of contact - Henry's cum poured into my mouth! It was an unusually heavy lode, and combined with the saliva that Jack had contributed, it took me several swallows to take it all down and keep from choking. What a beautiful experience! I had never done anything like this before, but determined that this would become part of my routine in the future.
Jack brought his crotch to my face. I immediately began sucking his giant member, trying to take it all in without making any choking sounds. It wasn't easy, but I did. Now I was comfortable - I gave Jack a deep throat experience like I've given noone before. He soon had to withdraw, and began jerking his giant. With his free hand, he guided me into a comfortable position, motioned for me to open my mouth - a gush of sweet tasting, hot cum hit the back of my throat, followed by several more rushes of the tasty liquid.
As Henry had done, Jack finished, used his index finger to take away the last remnants of his huge ejaculation from his penis, then licked it off and swallowed. Unlike Henry, he had not missed the mark with his first rush of cum, and therefore there was little on my face and lips to lick off. Henry lay down beside me, I rolled up to where my lips were directly above his mouth, then I gave him what he craved - a giant mother lode of cum and saliva, straight in. My lips sealed his mouth closed, and I didn't move off until I knew I had completely emptied Jack's cum repository!
We three lay there - Jack and Henry were breathing heavily from exhaustion. I was in a little better shape, but was breathing heavily as well. This period of what I believed at the time to be a recuperation period went on for about five minutes - my erection had softened some, and I was beginning to feel a tingling all over. My legs, my rectum and my lower abdomen felt as it they were on fire. My balls were beginning to give me the slightest pain of ecstasy! "This is good," I thought as I lay there.
Jack and Henry arose and wrapped their towels around their waists, explaining that I was not to be brought to climax today, but must return tomorrow. "You see, Helmut, your gratification tomorrow will be made even greater for having waited, and we both can guarantee that you will have the most explosive orgasm and ejaculation that you will ever have in your life. You must not go home and jerk off, nor can you go down to the bars and find yourself a whore to dump your seeds into. You must now get dressed, we will drive you back to your auto, and you go home! Tomorrow, be back here for lunch at noon - I'll have something brought in. Afterward, both of us will dedicate our bodies and our imaginations to giving you whatever you ask for, and we will show you a couple of techniques for increasing the intensity of your next cumming, which I would anticipate will not happen quickly, but will happen forcefully and it will happen tomorrow!!"
I did as I was told, and it was all I could do to keep from massaging my aching joint during the night. I returned to the palace of pleasure at noon the following day, but that's another story: wait 'til you hear what happened!! If you have read this far, I have to believe you might want to know, and would be willing to ask me for it. Send your comments and requests to:
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