YOU DON'T NEED A BIG DICK TO HAVE FUN
All characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and over
All the lads, they were always teasing Paul, saying he had a little dick.
"You'll never get big biceps tossing that caber, mate."
"Looks like a slug that's just had a bag of salt poured over it."
"Is that a dick or a third nipple?"
"I've seen ants with bigger dicks than that."
Bastards, the lot of `em.
Paul got really upset over all these cruel remarks. Well who wouldn't? I told `em all to leave him alone. I mean, it's not as if he chose to have a small dick. Know what I mean? He couldn't help it if he had a small dick. Lads can be right cruel sometimes.
Ok. Paul did have the smallest dick in the gang but they shouldn't tease him like they do.
I really felt for Paul. He was always worrying about the size of his dick.
One night he was round my flat. There was just the two of us and he was proper upset. I felt dead angry. I was sick of all the lads making fun of him. How could you make fun of a boy just coz he had a small dick? That's terrible. Shame on the cunts. I could never do that. I wouldn't do that to somebody I didn't like, never mind about Paul. Paul was dead nice. He never had a bad word to say about nobody. Why should he have to take all this shit from our idiotic mates?
I put my arm around him.
"Mate, there's nothing wrong with your dick."
"You're just trying to make me feel better."
"Swear down, mate. You've got a really nice dick."
He gave me a funny look.
"No. Serious. You have, mate. And it's not all that small really. It's just because some of the lads in the gang have got really big cocks, mate."
"And you. Yours is a lot bigger than mine."
"Yeah, I know, mate. I got a really big dick but mate, swear down, right, yours is really nice."
"What do you mean? It's fucking tiny."
"Is it fuck tiny. I've seen smaller dicks than yours, mate."
"What? On a hamster?"
"Mate, your dick, right, it's got a really nice shape."
"Are you turning funny?"
"No. Just saying, mate. And it's got a really nice bell end."
"You are turning funny."
"Just telling you the truth, that's all. And anyway, we've only seen it when it's soft."
"Should hope so."
"We've never seen it when it's hard."
"And you're not gonna see it as well."
"So how big is it, mate?"
"You know how big it is. You've seen it. All the fucking lads have seen it."
"No, I mean how big is it when it's stiff? Coz sometimes, right, sometimes small dicks, they can be really big when they get hard."
"I've never measured it when it's hard."
"You've never measured it?"
"No."
"All boys measure their dicks when they're hard."
"So how big's yours then?"
"Mine's...well, I'm bigger than average, mate."
"You see. You don't wanna tell me coz that'll make me feel even worse, won't it? That'll really show how small my dick is. The lads are right. I've got a hamster dick."
"Right. Come on."
"What?"
"Get it out."
"Get it out?"
"Yeah. Get your cock out and we'll measure it."
"Fuck off! No way are you gonna measure my erection."
"You can measure it yourself."
"Fuck off!"
"Stop telling me to fuck off. I'm your mate."
"Fuck off!"
"Right."
I pulled his trackies down. He pulled `em back up.
"Right. If you're not gonna co-operate, mate..."
And I got on top of him. We rolled over on the floor. I tickled him. He was laughing well loud. It was nice hearing him laugh. He told me to get off him but I wouldn't. He called me a queer. I managed to get his trackies and boxers off. I got him naked then I got off him.
"Come on, sexy boy. Get it stiff for me. Play with it. Get it hard while I go and get the tape measure."
I went to get my tape measure and when I got back with the tape measure he was just sitting there on the sofa with his dick dangling between his legs.
"For fuck's sake, mate. Can't you get it up or something"
"I can't get a hard-on coz I'm not feeling horny, am I?"
I started taking my clothes off.
"What you doing? That's not gonna make me feel horny, is it?"
I ignored him and stripped off naked. I sat next to him on the sofa. I stroked my dick and it got hard in my hand.
"You see. That's how easy it is. Look. Mine's stiff."
His eyes proper lit up.
"Yeah. And look how big it is."
"Play with it, mate."
He grabbed hold of my dick.
"What you doing?"
"You just told me to play with it."
I took his hand off my dick.
"I meant your own dick, you daft thing."
"Oh sorry."
"And you said I was turning funny."
He went bright red.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were asking me to play with yours."
I put my arm around him.
"What you like you? Come on. Play with your own dick."
I took hold of his dick at the end with my finger and thumb.
I said, "Go on, mate. Get it hard."
He pulled my hand away from his dick and he started playing with himself.
"That's it, mate. Give it a good rubbing like this."
I tossed myself off and made a nice groaning sound.
Paul was proper shy. He stopped playing with himself.
"I can't do it. I can't wank in front of you."
"Right."
I took his hand off his dick and I took hold of it myself. He tried to pull my hand away but I kept it wrapped around his cock. I put my other hand around him and when we made eye contact, that's when I felt his cock swelling up in my hand.
"Nice one, mate."
His cock throbbed up into a steaming hot erection in my hand.
I took my hand off his boned up cock.
"Stand up, mate."
We both stood up. We stood there naked face to face, our boners throbbing. Paul, he was blushing big time. He kept putting his hands over his erection to hide it. I pulled his hands away.
"Mate, swear down. You've got a lovely cock. It's well nice. The girls, they'll go crazy for this, mate."
He kept looking at mine.
He said, "Yours is a lot bigger than mine."
I measured his boner and it wasn't as small as what he thought it was. It was just over 5 inches.
"That's ok, mate. There are loadsa boys out there with smaller dicks than that."
"It's only 4 inches."
"No it's not. It's just over 5 inches."
"It's 4. I measured it just a few nights ago."
"It's just over 5. Look."
I ran the tape measure along the full length of his cock to show him.
"Oh yeah. 5 it is. But...is that how you're supposed to measure it?"
"Eh?"
"Well I've not been measuring it like that."
"You've got a nice sexy curve to your boner, mate. You have to run the tape measure along the length of your curved boner. You've just held the tape as if your dick is straight, that's what you've done. What you like you?"
He had a nice big smile on his face.
"And I'll tell you something, mate. This is one fucking hard boner you got."
I wrapped my hand round his boned up cock, squeezed it nice and gentle.
"Fuck, mate. It is hard. This is one fucking strong erection."
His boner was proper throbbing in my hand.
"And I'll tell you something else. I wish mine was this hot. It's well hot, especially your bell end."
"You're just trying to make me feel better."
"Swear down, mate. Feel my bell end."
"What?"
"Feel my bell end. Go on. Feel it."
He touched my bell end with his fingertip.
"It's not as hot as yours, is it?"
"I dunno."
I took hold of his hand, squeezed his hand round my bell end.
"That's hot."
"Yeah. But not as hot as yours, mate. Feel yours now."
He kept his hand on my bell end and felt his own bell end with his other hand.
"Oh yeah. You're right. Mine is hotter."
"I'm well jealous now, mate. Wish mine was that hot. The girls would rather have that inside `em than mine, I'm telling you."
He really did have a nice cock. His erection was steeper than mine and with it being curved, his bell end pointed to the ceiling. His bell end was a darker shade of purple than mine. I really did feel jealous. After all, that's where all your sexy tingles come from, innit? Your bell end.
I told him how I felt.
"Mate, swear down. I am well jealous of your bell end. Wish mine was that hot and shiny and purple. That must be proper sensitive and tender that, mate."
"Oh it is."
"And I wish my boner was that hard as well. Bet you can lay a fucking brick with that."
He laughed.
"Yeah. My cock is so hard I can smash solid brick to smithereens!"
"Your boner is much harder than mine, mate. It's well sexy. You look well sexy, you horny bastard. Swear down, mate. The birds will fucking love you."
I took him into my bedroom.
"What you up to, you? I'm not going to bed with you."
I stood him in front of the full length mirror. We both stood in front of the full length mirror.
I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Tell me what you see."
He looked into the mirror.
"Eh? What do you mean?"
"Tell me what you see."
"Me and you bollock naked with our cocks on bone, that's what I see."
"Two fit as fuck lads, mate. That's what you see. Me and you, we can have any girl we want looking like this."
"Yeah."
"We are two sexy bastards all right."
It was fantastic seeing him smiling as he looked at himself in the mirror. Who could resist that? Smiling naked Paul all boned up.
We both stood there looking at ourselves and each other in the full length mirror. I'd never been naked and boned up with another boy before. And neither had Paul. This was well nice. I did these over the top sexy poses, looking at myself in the mirror. Paul laughed and joined in.
We stopped fooling around and just stood there looking in the mirror.
I ran my hands up and down my body and I stroked my cock, all the time looking at myself in the mirror. Paul did the same.
I let out a little groan.
"It's great wanking, innit?"
Paul stroked his cock.
"Yeah."
"I love it, me."
"Me too. It's my favourite thing in the world. That and that last crumby triangle in my packet of cheese and onion crisps."
"Oh yeah. And walking over dry crunchy leaves on the pavement."
"I love it when I get that dead sexy tickling in my cock."
"What? When you're walking over dry crunchy leaves on the pavement?"
"No, you daft twat. Just before I'm about to shoot my jizz."
"Oh yeah. That is fucking awesome. And when you jizz it feels like your cock's exploding."
There was loadsa pre-jizz oozing out of our cockheads.
I told Paul that I tossed myself off all the time.
"Sometimes I have a wank three times a day, mate."
"Me too."
Yeah, we were a sexy pair of wankers all right.
"I do this a lot, Paul – stand naked and wank myself off looking at myself in the mirror."
"Nothing wrong with that."
"I get really turned on by it, seeing myself naked and all boned up."
"Same here."
"Do you? Really?"
"Yeah. I do this at home, look at myself in the bathroom mirror when I'm having a wank."
"Nice one. I thought I was the only person who did it."
"No, I do it. Maybe we're the only two boys in the whole world who do it."
"Do you think so?"
"Dunno."
"I'm not...I'm not gay like coz I like girls but...well...I get turned on seeing myself with a boner, so...I dunno..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
We carried on looking in the mirror as we jacked off.
"Have you got any pornos you, Paul?"
"Loads. Love porn, me."
"Me too. I'll put one on if you want."
"Let's just stay here for a bit. This is well nice."
"Yeah. You know when you're wanking over porn?"
"Yeah."
"Do you...do you like..."
"What?"
"Do you get turned on looking at the lads as well as the girls?"
"Yeah. Course I do. It's porn, innit? Lads shagging girls. That's what's exciting to watch, innit? The lads shagging the girls with their big stiff cocks."
"Yeah. I mean, I think boys look well sexy when they're naked and boned up. Like you are now. You look dead sexy."
He laughed.
"If that's not being gay then I don't know what is."
"No but...you know what I mean?"
"Yeah I do. And so do you. Look sexy I mean."
I laughed.
We carried on wanking ourselves off looking in the mirror.
We didn't say nothing for a while.
I wanted to say it but it was Paul who said it first.
"Can I touch your dick? So I can just feel what it's like to hold another boy's boner?"
I took my hand off my cock.
"Yeah. Go for it, mate. Hold my cock. Squeeze it. Wank me off if you want, mate."
So he took hold of my cock and I took hold of his cock.
I waited for his reaction.
"Well?"
"Feels weird."
"Yeah. But in a nice way. Yeah?"
"Yeah. Well nice."
We slowly stroked each other's cocks up and down as we looked in the mirror.
Paul was full of confidence now. He wasn't bothered that my cock was bigger than his. We just stood there tossing each other off, our hands wet and sticky with each other's pre-cum. I looked at Paul. He looked at me. We both smiled then we looked back in the mirror, our hands going up and down on each other's cocks.
I looked at Paul in the mirror.
"Mate?"
"What?"
"Have you ever had a girl touch your dick, mate?"
"No."
"Swear down, mate. They'll love it."
"I'll fucking love it."
I laughed.
"Yeah."
He started making these sexy groans.
"Oooh! This feels great."
"Yeah."
We both made sexy groans as we tossed each other off.
This felt well nice, me with my arm around my mate as we jacked each other off. I could tell that Paul was getting close to cumming. He was getting those sexy tickling sensations in his cockhead. I could tell by the way he was squirming his hips around, and the way he kept getting up on his tiptoes. His cock had grown bigger and hotter and his cockhead was proper slippy.
"Mate, we may as well go all the way."
"Oh yeah."
Paul put his arm around my waist. He said he wasn't bothered about girls anyway.
I said, "Girls are ok, mate."
"Bet you've had loadsa girls play with your cock."
"Yeah, mate. But you know what, mate?"
"What?"
"Girls are pretty crap at wanking boys off. They don't really know how to do it."
Paul laughed.
"What about me then? Am I doing a good job?"
"Mate, I'm not just saying this. This is the best hand job I have ever had. You're doing fucking brilliant. You're doing it better than any girl's ever wanked me off, mate."
"Us boys know how to play with cock, don't we?"
"Dead right we do, mate. We don't need girls to have fun."
"Yeah, we can have fun without girls."
Paul, bless him, he was having the best time ever. He'd completely forgotten about the size of his cock. It really wasn't that small now anyway, not now that he was proper excited. In fact, now that he was proper excited he wasn't small at all. I was dead surprised just how big his cock had got.
I took my hand off his cock.
"Look at that, mate. That isn't small. That's well big, mate."
He looked down at his cock.
"Oh fuck, yeah. You're right. It's never been this big ever."
"Stay with me, mate. I'll make sure your cock stays nice and big. This is all you needed, mate. A helping hand."
I took Paul to my bed. We both got on the bed and we were both feeling so fucking sexy we didn't care if we were being well gay. This was fucking nice. Paul lay on his back and I went down on him. I'd never sucked no boy off before. Never even thought about it, sucking a boy off. But I just got this overwhelming urge to do it. And when I did it, it was well nice.
I used my lips and my tongue on Paul's cock.
Paul's cock was well hot in my mouth. I sucked every inch of his cock till his bell end was down my throat. I felt his cock swelling up bigger and hotter in my mouth. He was close to cumming. He was squirming around on the bed, twisting and writhing his smooth slender body as I sucked him off. My mouth was full of his sexy tickling swelling cockhead.
I wanted to see him spunking up.
I'd never seen no boy spunk up in the flesh before.
I took my mouth off his cock. It was well big and hot with loads of steam coming off the big fat shiny purple head. I held his cock at the base, and his cockhead swelled up bigger and fatter. It was so shiny and purple it looked like it was about to explode.
The first jet of spunk hit me in the face.
The second jet went over my neck.
The third over my chest.
He spunked his thick creamy jizz all over me.
I was covered in the stuff.
He had the strongest shooter ever.
I lay next to him on the bed. We lay there on our sides, face to face. He slid his jizz over my face with his fingers and he wanked the jizz from my cock, my cock cream squirting all over him.
We laughed.
I rolled over on top of him.
And we kissed.
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