Gary Granger could remember the first time he realized, in the penis department, he’d been shortchanged. He was showering after football practice when Deke Murray, a senior co-captain, glanced over at him. “Fuck, Granger,” the older boy said in a voice heavy with scorn, “is that a dude’s dick you’ve got – or a girl’s clit?”
Gary had glanced over, seen the huge tube of flesh dangling from Murray’s groin and then gazed down at his own, less than impressive, boy-cock. The difference was stark. His cock did look like a clit compared to the behemoth Murray was wielding. Gary couldn’t help but blush as the other boys in the shower smirked and snickered, and Murray laughed out loud when Gary responded with the old bromide that ‘it’s not the size of the tool, it’s the skill of the workman that matters.’
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Granger,” the older boy rejoined, eliciting some scarcely suppressed guffaws. “You keep telling yourself that your girlie-clit is just what a bitch wants when she spreads her legs for a dude.”
And that was the start of it – the start of Gary’s long tenure in sheer hell. ‘Girlie-clit’ they started calling him, first whispered behind his back but soon an open epithet tossed in his direction whenever a teammate wanted to elicit a knowing laugh from his bros. And, eventually, when dudes started calling him ‘Girlie-clit’ to his face, outside the locker room, Gary tried to laugh it off, to own the jibe, but the truth was it humiliated him, being referred to that way.
High school being the way it is, it wasn’t long before everyone in the entire school knew he was ‘Girlie-clit’ and by the time Gary was a senior, he hadn’t been out on a date with a girl in over two years. Not that he hadn’t tried. But every girl he approached always had some excuse, some reason not to go out with him. The simple truth of the matter, though, was that no girl wanted a boyfriend who was known as ‘Girlie-clit,’ and even Gary couldn’t blame them for that. And the guys in school weren’t much different. Nobody, it seemed, wanted to hang with a dude who was notorious for the small size of his manhood. It was almost as if befriending him would give rise to questions as to the other dude’s own manliness, and the other boys in school didn’t want to do that. So for no other reason than the pathetic size of his dick, Gary Granger was effectively ostracized from the entire student body.
And that’s when Mike Slayton arrived on the scene, a transfer student from Ridgetown High. He was 6’2”, dark-haired, with a body that wouldn’t quit. And all it took was a single trip to the showers for word to spread around the school that Slayton had the biggest dick that anyone had ever seen. Slayton hadn’t been in Crescent Hill more than two weeks when, to Gary’s total shock, Slayton sought him out.
“You’re Gary Granger, aren’t you,” Slayton asked the boy as he sat down next to him in the cafeteria.
“Yeah,” Gary responded, more than a little wary.
And, sure enough, the next thing Slayton said was, “I hear some of the guys call you ‘Girlie-clit.’”
Gary could feel himself turning beet-red. He looked at the other boy and, the anger and embarrassment clear in his voice, responded, “And you thought you’d come on over and have some fun at my expense, right?”
“No, dude,” the other boy immediately responded. “You’ve got me all wrong. I know exactly what you’re going through. I was really big in the dick department even when I was in grammar school and the kids all called me ‘Donkey-dong.’ And I hated that. It made me feel like some kind of freak. I know what you’re going through. And…and I thought that you probably could use a friend.” The other boy paused and extended his hand, “My friends call me ‘Slate.’ I think you should, too.”
Totally surprised by what he had just heard, Gary just stared at the other boy. He realized immediately that their experiences were not really comparable. After all, while ‘Donkey-dong’ may have seemed like a horrible epithet before you grew into puberty, it had probably quickly become a badge of honor once Slayton had entered adolescence, whereas the disparagement implicit in ‘Girlie-clit’ would follow Gary for the rest of his life. Still, this was the first offer of friendship Gary had had in years. Slowly, Gary extended his own hand. “Nice to meet you, Slate. I'm Gary."
Slate grabbed the other boy’s hand in a firm grip and shook it. “We’re gonna be good friends, Gary,” he said. “I’m sure or it.” Gary wanted to believe the other boy’s words were heartfelt but, given his past experiences, he was leery about investing too much hope in it. But when Slayton suggested the two of them get together after classes to play some video games, Gary quickly agreed.
That first afternoon video game laid the groundwork for a series of after-school get-togethers. And soon, the two of them – ‘Donkey-dong’ Slayton and ‘Girlie Clit’ Granger – had actually become friends. And one day, after they’d played a game of tennis and were in the showers together, Slayton looked over at Gary and, very tentatively, made a suggestion.
“You know, Gar,” he said as he soaped up his massive fuck-stick, “you may not be as big as some guys, but I think that if you shaved off your pubes, your dick might look bigger.”
If anyone else had made a suggestion like that, Gary would have chalked it up as just another attempt to embarrass him. But coming from his only friend in the world, Gary actually mulled it over. “I don’t know, Slate,” he finally said. “If I shave my pubes off, I’m afraid it might make me look even more like a little boy – you know, no pubes, small dick and all.”
Slate just looked at him and answered, “I don’t know about that, Gary, but I do think it might make your dick look bigger. But it’s up to you, bro.” And, with that, he went back to soaping up his big Man-cock.
Later that night, Gary thought over what Slayton had suggested. He wasn’t sure if he agreed, but he finally concluded that he didn’t have that much to lose, so he went into the bathroom and not only shaved off his pubes but did his entire torso and cut his armpit hair back to a bare minimum. Then, he took a photo and sent it to Slayton, asking him, “What do you think?”
Slayton immediately texted back, “I think it looks great, Gary.”
Even so, Gary was more than a little apprehensive when he and Slayton stripped down after their now daily gym workout. “I’m not sure about this, Slate,” he said, gesturing to his denuded torso. “I think I look like a little boy, just like I was afraid I would.”
Slate stared at him a long time. And then, to Gary’s considerable surprise, the other boy actually began blushing. And Slate definitely looked embarrassed when he replied, haltingly, “Well, I…I think you look real sexy.” And, in an embarrassing corroboration of this declaration, Slate’s big cock began noticeably growing and stiffening.
Gary could feel himself blushing as Slayton’s dick rose into a majestic erection. It was all too obvious that his friend wasn’t lying – he obviously found Gary sexy. And that was more than a little disconcerting. But before Gary could fully process what was happening, Slayton had crossed over to him and reached out a hand, running it up and down Gary’s shaven crotch.
“God,” he murmured, “you look so fucking sexy like you are now. So fucking sexy.” And then, he leaned in and began frantically kissing the smaller boy.
Gary’s initial reaction was to try to back away, but in just a second or two he was up against the bank of lockers and there was nowhere to go, even as he felt Slayton’s tongue forcing its way past Gary’s lips into his mouth. He struggled for a moment or two until Slayton lowered his hand and grabbed Gary’s little cock and Gary was shocked to realize that his own dick was as hard as the Monster cock now pressing against his belly, if nowhere near its size. Gary couldn’t remember ever being so aroused – ever. And suddenly, he just gave in, gave in to the feelings now coursing through his body, gave in to a sexual excitement made somehow more urgent by its totally unanticipated source, gave in and began kissing Slayton back with the same ferocious violence that Slayton was showing him.
In just minutes, they were rolling around the floor like two horny teenagers, which was actually what they were. But suddenly, as they frantically groped each other, they heard the sounds of other dudes coming into the locker room. Even in the throes of a sexual firestorm, Gary wasn’t prepared to have his bros seeing him making it with another dude and he managed to pull away from Slayton.
“Jeez, Slate, no,” he whispered as he scrambled into his clothes. “Not here. Not here.”
Slayton, though, was unfazed by the possibility of discovery. “I don’t care, Gary. Let them see us. We’ve got nothing to hide. I don’t care who sees us going at it.”
“Well, I do,” Gary hissed back at him. “I do.” Then, seeing the disappointment in the other boy’s eyes, feeling his own sexual frustration mounting, Gary volunteered, “Look. Nobody’s home at my place. We can go there. Okay?”
That suggestion seemed to mollify the other boy. “Now you’re talking, Gar,” Slayton enthused, as he started pulling on his clothes. In just seconds, he’d pulled on all his clothes. “Hurry up, Gary,” he whispered in Gary’s ear as the other boy tied up his shoelaces, “I’ve got a major boner with your name on it.” Just hearing that, caused Gary’s little nub to throb in his pants, even though he couldn’t help blushing, too.
By the time they got to Gary’s place, Gary had begun having second thoughts. It was obvious, though, that Slayton wasn’t sharing in them, because no sooner had the front door closed than the bigger boy started frantically ripping Gary’s clothes off him. And this time, when Slayton smashed his lips against Gary’s, the smaller boy didn’t hesitate. He began kissing him back even as he pawed at Slayton’s clothes, stripping the other boy just like Slayton had stripped him.
Slayton quickly maneuvered the boy over to a couch and then forced him down. He raised Gary’s legs over his shoulders, spit into his hand and then lubricated his cock with his saliva. The next thing the smaller boy knew, he could feel Slayton’s massive fuck-stick pushing against his puckered asshole.
“Try to relax, Gary,” Slayton urged the other boy. “It’s gonna hurt, at least at first. But try to relax and not fight it.”
Gary looked up at his friend and seeing the lust now so obvious in his face he felt his own small dicklet throbbing on his belly. A part of him was still embarrassed, still embarrassed at what he was about to do – let himself get fucked by another dude – but he was now in the throes of his own uncontrollable sexual arousal. “Do it,” he spit out, the urgency making his voice crack. “Fuck me.”
A moment later, though, when Slayton did just that, forcing his huge crown through the tender tissues of Gary’s anus, the boy’s raging hormones were eclipsed by the sudden surge of raw agony that began coursing through his body. “Oh, God,” Gary gasped. “You’re too big, Slate. You’re too big. Take it out. Oh, please, take it out.”
But this wasn’t the first boy-cherry that Slayton’s monster cock had claimed, and he’d expected this reaction. He stayed his inward thrust and leaned forward, softly kissing the tears of pain that were now flowing down Gary’s face. “It’ll be okay, Gary,” he soothed. “Just give it a couple seconds and the pain will lessen. It's the simple fact that your virgin asshole is finally becoming it's true self as your pussy.”
Gary forced a smile onto his face, even though the pain emanating from his impaled new pussy was still awesome if not quite as sharp as it first was. And, seeing his bro smile, Slayton moved his lips over Gary’s and began kissing him again, with the same ardor he’d shown on the floor of the locker room and, when Gary began kssing him back, he began easing more of his giant cock into the smaller boy’s cunt.
Slayton kept his lips locked onto the other boy’s lips, even when the other boy began struggling as the agony he was feeling surged again as more and more of Slayton’s cock forced its way up Gary’s tight pussy. But, once he was fully mounted, his big balls nestled hard against Gary’s butt, Slayton broke the kiss and leaned back. “I’m all the way in your pussy, Gary,” he enthused. “You’ve taken the whole big thing, bro. All of it.”
Beneath the larger boy, Gary was still wracked with pain, though that was again slowly beginning to lessen. But that wasn’t the only sensation he was feeling. With Slayton’s monster cock now fully ensheathed by the smaller boy’s pussy, Gary had an incredible feeling of fulness. But it wasn’t the fulness of a bloated stomach after an over-large meal. It was the fulness of an alien entity, sharing the boy’s body. An entity with its own life, its own will, its own desires sharing the space with him. It was both scary and exhilarating at the same time. For the first time in his life, Gary felt not only emotionally but physically connected to another human being.
Then, when Slayton slowly began thrusting in and out of the boy’s pussy, stimulating the smaller boy’s princess spot as his big dick rubbed back and forth against it, the sense of fulness became so exquisitely pleasurable that Gary couldn’t keep from moaning aloud. Hearing the boy moan under him, seeing the glittering pain in his eyes slowly transform itself into a raging lust, Slayton knew what was happening and rapidly increased the speed and force of his thrusts. And in less than a minute, he was rewarded as Gary looked up at him as the smaller boy started raising his ass to meet the downward plunge of Slayton’s aroused fuck-tool and began begging, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Fuck my pussy, Slate. Fuck me. God Almighty, fuck my pussy.”
And that was precisely what Slayton did. He fucked Gary like a man possessed. Fucked him harder than he had ever fucked another boy. Fucked him until they were both covered in sweat, pounding against each other in the throes of an uncontrollable mutual rut. Fucked him until, in a final flurry of desperate thrusts he came with a wild shout of release even as Gary’s little boy-clit spewed its load between their two bodies, and then Slayton collapsed on top of Gary’s body.
It took both of them a good fifteen minutes to return to reality. Slayton had kept his big dick firmly embedded in Gary’s leaking pussy the whole time and, when the smaller boy began to stir, so did Slayton’s dick. Slayton looked down at his friend and, with a sly smile, asked, “What do you say, Gary? That new pussy of yours ready for round two?”
Gary looked up at his friend. His cunt was still sore, but that was pretty much beside the point. For the first time in his life, the boy had felt truly alive. And that wasn’t something he was about to forego, no matter how much his pussy might hurt. “Fuck, yeah, Slate,” he responded, grinning back at him. “Fuck me. Fuck the hell outta my pussy.” And that’s precisely what Slayton proceeded to do again.
The two of them have been going at it ever since. They’re inseparable now. And the entire school understands that ‘Girlie-clit’ Granger and ‘Donkey-dong’ Slayton are dating. And while their pairing has generated no end of ribald comments, Gary and Slate couldn’t care less. They'd found each other and they realize that’s all that really matters. Besides, Slate has enough dick for the both of them. More than enough, Gary would say, though he’s not about to complain about that. That huge piece of dick feels just fine in his pussy. As the old saw has it, ‘living well is the best revenge.’ And that’s what they’re both doing. Living well. And loving well, too.
