He was a strapping young lad, sixteen years old. He worked in our house, not very smart looking. Just a kid with freckles doing manual things. He wore linen shorts most of the time, and behaved like all sixteen year old house boys.
Then I began to notice that this tiny boy had a big penis. Height wise, he was probably five feet. Dick wise, he was Texas. No, all fifty-one states and then some.
He would be sitting around and he would have spontaneous erections. And to make it worse, he seemed totally oblivious. I was inflamed with lust and curiosity at the wonder of that massive bulge on such a tiny person . . . So, I watched for days . . . Until my opportunity came.
That day, we were home alone. My mother was out. Boy was nowhere to be found. I looked for him about the house. Then I saw him from the window playing with neighbours’ house girl. That was against the rules. No going to neighbours’ house! So I marched to front door. As soon as he heard the door open, Boy disappeared. I asked neighbours’ house girl if she’d seen him, and she said, Oga, I no know where e dey o. I never see am.
Of course I knew he had slipped back in, through the back door. Just like I had plans to . . . In another way. Ahem!
So I went back in. I marched up the stairs. I followed his trail. I knew where he was – the bathroom. Right where I needed him to be for my evil plan.
I threw open the bathroom door. And there he was, crouched in the corner over a bucket, pretending to take a bath.
I waved my masterly finger at him and said, You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?
He looked at me, tail between his legs . . . Or at least, what looked like a tail.
I ordered him up. No, no, leave your clothes, I said. Come with me. I’m going to punish you for what you did. In fact, I’m going to report you to mummy…
He was terrified and begged that my mother should not hear. I marched him to my bedroom. I walked behind him and admired his athletic bubble butt.
In the room, I interrogated him. I accused him of fucking the girl next door with his penis. The penis, whose impressiveness was proving to be quite distracting for me. But I focused on my drama. And he begged me. I ordered him to go kneel in a corner. He knelt with his hands raised and I watched him from the back, pleased at his shapely rump and the distortion in my shorts as I sat down.
After a few minutes, I ordered him to come stand next to me. I now spoke conspiratorially. I said I was his big brother. We were the only men in the house. We must trust each other. He said yes. I told him to talk to me about his sex life. He told me, the fantasies and all the whatnots they did at school. His adult-sized penis stirred and bobbed with every word.
I told him that to be safe, he needed a biology lesson. And since I knew better than him, I would teach him. So he could be safe and good with girls. He appeared interested.
I fished out my phone and showed him naked young girls with wet pussies and shiny nipples. His gaze was locked. His penis began to nod, just like I’d intended it to. I gave him my phone to look well-well. And I grabbed his tumescent penis in my hand and spoke softly to him. He looked shy, but deeply engrossed.
I told him to notice my bulge. Which one was bigger, his or mine? He said he didn’t know. I told him he was as big as I am. And he was ten years younger! And I am huge!
By now, his flagpole had gathered girth and pointed to the bed . . . To which I led him, while saying other salacious things to titillate him more. I told him he must teach his girlfriend to suck his dick. Like this . . . And I asked him to suck. He placed his tiny mouth around my fist-sized cap. He didn’t do a very good job. I said, no, no, and I showed him how, slobbering on his piston. He moaned.
I made him lie down and parted his thighs. I said, You must fuck girls. Girls love a good fuck. It makes you a strong man. This is how you do it. And I inserted the straining head of my foot-long phallus into his tiny pucker…
And it went in like it was designed to be there. I gasped in amazement. He was completely relaxed. And as I filled up his spaces and he wondered at this new feeling, I kept teaching and saying, So how does that feel? And he would say this or that.
I was beginning to enjoy it. I decided to thrust to the hilt. Then all of a sudden – Pim-pim! Car horn! Mum was back! I withdrew all my eleven inches slowly and reluctantly, leaving him to struggle into his linen shorts, and stagger out of the room, and rush downstairs to open the gates.
Written by Lanre Swagg, twitter handle: @lanreswagg
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