Jeepman89 wrote: ↑Thu Nov 28, 2024 4:50 pm
Love the unwrapping! Ingenious idea to have the inch marks on his cock to see how big it is! LOL
A long time ago I rented a room in a house, where a couple other guys were living. The youngest of these guys was nineteen, and he was much
taller than I was. He claimed to have a tattoo on his penis in the shape of a ruler. He claimed to be nine inches long. I saw this guy shirtless
quite a few times, but never saw him naked.
One morning I noticed the door to his room was open. I noticed he was sleeping naked on the bed, the covers partly showing his ass. When
he rolled over the sheet didn't slip down, but nearly did. I took the chance to try to pull the sheet down lower. I yanked but the sheet was
also partly under his body and didn't move far enough. He started to wake up and I had to quickly leave the room before he opened his eyes.
I was that close to seeing if what he said was true.
Even though Jack had suggested it, none of the three girls did anything immediately. Each girl looks over at their mom, each knowing such
a naughty job could only be done with "parental permission".
Timothy dares to hope such permission was NOT to be forthcoming. It's outrageous that any mom would let their daughters touch the penis
of a boy older than them. Well, maybe a quick touch like how Jill tugged on the end of his dick and then let go is acceptable. Aunt Doreen did
say, "Get it stretched out", but how far were they allowed to go?
"You do it Jill. Make Timmy get hard and then tell us his measurement."
So they have their permission, and their marching orders. Jill gets to do all the work, which in this case is a great time to be given a job to
do. Wynona and Bonnie can hardly look disappointed, since they do get to stand there and watch as their Cousin Timmy gets a handjob by their
big sister. Jack sits down on the couch in between Mrs. Tuttle and Aunt Doreen. Jack gets to sit back and relax and just watch.
Jill expertly begins to stroke Tim's penis. She started slowly and then began to pick up the pace of her hand sliding up and down the shaft, the
fingers lightly wrapping around. Jill didn't grip too tight or too lightly. Where had she learned to do this?
Uncle Benjamin had the same thought. "Where did you learn to stroke a guy like that, Jill?...I would never allow this of course...but your momma
has something cooking here, and I stay out of the kitchen if you know what I mean."
After about two minutes Tim looks down to see his dick is completely engorged and nearing full erection. Jill stops to see how high the dick will point upward, and nobody was disappointed. Tim has a very high angle of incline when his dick is that hard. To test it Jill pulls down and lets it
fly upward, resulting in a loud "Whap" on the lower abdomen. The two younger ones did their patented Pig hollers. The two little ones could
hardly contain themselves, seeing their cousin's dick pulled down and let go. Bonnie couldn't help herself, grabbing the head to pull down.
Another loud "Whap" follows.
"Read the markers. Tell us how big Timmy is," Jack shouts at his sisters.
The sisters all laugh, then get back to business. Jill holds it down out straight while Wynona uses a finger to count the lines.
"One, two, three, four, five, six...and there is some more past that line. The last line goes right across his weiner head."
"Our dear Timmy has a nice penis that measures 6.5 inches. That's not bad for a boy on his 14th Birthday. I bet that beats that snob Billy
Bunson. I dated Billy's daddy back in High School, and I know Sheriff Bunson don't have much to brag about. That's why he carries rifles and
pistols and drives a Monster truck when he ain't in his patrol car."
Aunt Doreen is spilling more little family secrets than maybe she should. Uncle Benjamin gives his wife a look of exasperation, perhaps being
tired of hearing about his wife's former exploits with the men of that town.
Timothy Tuttle is getting tired of the exploits of "Erection Boy" the quickest draw in the west. He can outshoot anyone in sight and jerkoff all
night. Keep your young-uns far away from "Erection Boy."
Little Bonnie runs off, and everyone's eyes follow to see where she goes. She runs over to a desk in the corner where the family's computer
sits. Bonnie takes something off of this desk, then she quickly comes back with it.
"I need to know how long this pencil is. Can I use Timmy's ruler to measure my pencil?"
Tim rolls his eyes and groans, but the question was answered in the affirmative, and happily Bonnie placed the pencil next to the penis ruler,
which unfortunately can only measure things that are 6.5 inches or less. Anything longer will require some guestimation. The yellow colored
pencil had been well used, and it measured at 4.5 inches in length. Wynona then runs off from the group, heading into the kitchen. Wynona
comes back with something in her hand.
"I need to know how long this spoon is."
The metal of the spoon is cold, and when it was placed alongside Tim's shaft he felt a shudder go through him. Cold things tend to cause that
when Tim had no clothes on. The spoon measured at exactly six inches.
"Now for Jill. What do you want to have measured?" Wynona asks, and she looks up at her sister's face with great expectation.
For the longest moment Jill didn't say anything. She was lost in thought, deep in concentration. Then Jill smiles, and her eyes brighten with
extra energy, so full of emotion.
"I got it. This is the coolest thing that could ever be measured in this way. I want Timmy to measure Jack's dick."
The idea had everyone stunned into silence. Everyone looked at Jill, their mouths open, their eyes wide. Jack, who is rarely shocked by
anything, looked like one of those catfish he caught down in the swimming hole using the noodling style of fishing with bare hands. Jack
was gulping air like a fish out of water, so surprised he was.
Aunt Doreen was the first to say anything. "That's an excellent idea. I'd love to see the two of them side by side for a comparison."
With the mom on board, only Jack could mess things up by objecting. So far Timothy knows about his cousin skinnydipping all the time, and
the kinky bare nekkid bull fighting, but would the older boy show it off to his gathered family members, showing it off so close and personal?
The younger girls are jumping up and down. They just figured out what was about to happen...if it happened. Jack laughs nervously. He actually
looks a bit shy all of a sudden.
"I guess everyone wants to see this. Do I just pull it out through my boxers?"
"Not good enough, Jack. Take everything off so we can all marvel at your magnificent physique," Aunt Doreen says, and it's very true she was
most proud of her son's achievements and capabilities just like a momma should be proud. "Show us the full Monty and then let Timmy take
over. Timothy dear, make sure you stay hard so your ruler is accurate."
Jill volunteers to help keep Tim completely hard while Jack gets undressed. "I'll make sure he stands straight and hard. Good and straight. That's
it. Rub yourself if you need to. I'll rub it too. Just ask me."
For a short moment most of the attention diverts away from Timothy, as fifteen year old Jack strips down to nothing. Tim can't help but look
closely as each article of clothing comes off. Jack is nearly six feet tall, with broad shoulders and lanky lean muscle. He has impressive
pecs for a slender guy, and he even has a bit of a six-pack showing. Fine wispy brown armpit hair is visible when Jack pulls the shirt over his
head. When the bluejeans come down there is almost no hair on the legs. Jack is nearly smooth on his thighs and calves. Tim is jealous of
his cousin's athletic proportions and muscularity. Some guys just have all the luck.
"I never thought there would be a strip show at this birthday party," Uncle Benjamin says, and he laughs. I suppose I could put in that application
for membership to that Nudist Resort in California. You gals want to walk around naked with your dear daddy?"
Jill laughs at her dad's remark, but the two younger ones both say, "EWWW. YUCK"
When the boxers come off Tim is once again envious. His cousin was long and lean of body, and his penis was amazingly long. It hangs down
over his balls like a snake. Mrs. Tuttle leads the cheering squad, standing up and clapping. After all, how many moms can claim to have such
good looking sons and nephews who get naked at family reunions. Wynona and Bonnie stare at the swinging cock, never having seen it so
close up before. The pubic hair is actually somewhat sparse, mostly a patch above the dick and not much anywhere else. Jack's balls ride high
and tight in their sack, and Tim thinks he might have the larger pair dangling between the legs.
If one has to be naked, one might as well show off. Jack turns around, and bending over he wiggles his ass at everyone. The girls at his school
must swoon when they see Jack walk by wearing his super tight jeans. They must feel pitter pats in their tummy's thinking about that ever
present bulge at the frontside.
"Okay, let's get that measurement," Jill tells her brother. "You and Timmy have to stand in front of each other. Put your dicks together."
Tim doesn't move, but Jack takes the needed steps to get into position. Jack stands directly in front of Tim, and he lifts his dick to line it up
next to his cousin's. Bonnie takes a position on one side, Wynona on the other, so both could get a good look at both cocks. From what Tim
can tell, Jack's penis is almost as long soft as his is hard. Timothy pulls his dick lower from the high angle it is at. He has to get it sticking
straight outward and the other dick has to be lifted up.
It looks and feels so weird to have another dick touching the length of his shaft. Timothy looks at Jack's penis, and he begins to calculate the
length. His head is touching near the base of Jack's penis, and Jack holds his up and nearly reaches Tim's body. The three girls are giggling and
the two adult women, the two moms get off the couch to gain a better point of view.
"Wait...hold up. I want a full measurement of your erection, Jack. Are you hard up for this? That don't look at all hard to me."
Jack looks over at him mom, and for the first time there is concern in his face.
"Um, you want me to have a hardon? I didn't know about that. Guys get laughed at when they pop a boner in public."
"I see my baby suddenly got shy. Well don't that beat all. After all that tomfoolery you boys end up doing...you're afraid to show off your
wacky wiener when it's hard. Okay, I tell you what. I know you have half the money set aside to get that dirt bike. I'll toss in 100 dollars for
every inch you are longer than your cousin Timmy. What do you say...you up for the challenge?"
Well that changed everything. Jack got an offer he can't refuse. Right away Jack backed off a couple steps and he began to stroke himself.
Maybe Jill had witnessed this before, since Jill's face hardly changed as her brother makes his dick hard. The two younger sisters stare in amazement as Jack jerks himself in front of them. It doesn't take long. It doesn't take much time for Jack's penis to get very very long.
It's so long that it can't stand up hardly at all. Jack's dick can barely stay level when he isn't holding it up. Long and weighty it wants to drag
down instead of point skyward the way Tim's penis points up when hard.
Stepping back in front of Timothy, Jack presses the head of his penis against the skin of the base, pushing down and flattening a section of the
pubic hairs on that side of Tim's penis. Now it's Tim's dick who can't reach and touch the other boy. And there is quite a gap showing.
"How do I measure something that is longer than me?"
Mrs. Tuttle comes to the rescue with a plan, "Just measure the 6.5 inches you can do. Then try to measure what remains with a second touching.
Maybe use the black pen to mark the length you have first."
That seemed to be a workable plan. Tim had to hold both dicks together, one touching the other, and he had Jill use the pen to make a mark
where his dick ended but Jack's kept going. Then he and Jill did their best to measure the length between the black line and the base of Jack's
shaft.
"Jack's is way bigger," Bonnie says, and she can't help herself as she touches her brother on the balls, then she slides her finger higher to rub
the underside of her brother's dick. Wynona smacks her sister on the shoulder, causing them both to look at their mom.
Aunt Doreen shakes her head. "You can look, but no touchy touchy."
"It tickles when he touches me there," Jack says, as Tim's fingers touch the pubic hairs above the taller boy's penis base. You know...I never
compared cocks like this before. I wonder if anyone at the school can beat me."
Jill crowds out Wynona as she leans down closer still, and she uses her finger to touch on and make judgements on the space remaining on her brother's length.
"That's a good question. I wonder if anybody else has a dick that is Eight and One Quarter inches. That's the best I can figure it momma. Jack
is um...he is 1.75 inches longer than Timmy."
Bonnie and Wynona cheer at hearing the size announcement. Mrs. Tuttle whistles. Aunt Doreen says, "WOW. MY boy is a beast."
"Ha ha...I'm gonna get One Hundred and Seventy-Five dollars toward my dirt bike," Jack yells out. He backs away from Timothy, and in his
joy he jerks on his dick furiously. He already had to jerk on it to get it hard, as required, so why not give it some more strokings to enjoy the
moment. Everyone watching seemed to enjoy the cock curtain call with the possible exception of Uncle Ben.
"How does Timmy have bigger balls than Jack?" asks the little but ever so inquisitive Bonnie.
"What do I get for prancing around naked in front of everyone? Nothing but a stupid worn out baseball glove and a slice of cake. Jack gets
almost two hundred dollars to show off his dick", Timothy shows his displeasure at the unfairness of it all. "That is so unfair."
Mrs. Tuttle is not pleased with her son's attitude. "Quit complaining. This is a wonderful birthday party. And since you have a bad attitude
about it...I think some birthday spanks will fix things. Girls...girls line up for spanking Timothy. He's fourteen years old now. That's a nice
number of swats on his cute little behind."
Necrofantasy
Chapter 30. Pain and Punishment. Part One.
Sounds of thunder rumbled and shook the house. As the three girls eagerly lined up to give Timothy his birthday spanks the lights flickered.
Aunt Doreen gets up to look out the window. "Wow, another round of thunderstorms. That creek will be rising with all this rain. It won't be safe
for Tim and his mom to head back tonight."
Mrs. Tuttle looks out the window at the driving rain coming down. "I think you are right. If you don't mind we'll stay tonight and drive back
tomorrow afternoon. I know how the creeks here can make any low areas along the road to the state highway a hazard. All Tim will need
is a toothbrush and he's all set to spend the night.
Spend the night? Being naked half the day and now the plans are changed to spend the night? His only clothes are still out in that pouring
rain, probably getting trampled out in the corral by the crazy cows.
Well anyway...back to the business of birthday party fun and games, mainly the fun. Aunt Doreen wants Timothy to get a good number of
playful swats from all the girls. And her vision of how this is to be done terrifies Timothy.
"Bend over and touch your toes. Bend over and show us that nice tushie of yours."
Timothy wants no part of this, and he begins to back away. He is thinking of playing a game, a game of Hide and Seek. He will run and hide,
and maybe nobody will find him. Tim runs for the stairs. He's quick, but not nearly as fast as Jack. Even preoccupied with prancing around
and preening like a peacock, showing off his still mostly hard cock, Jack was able to take off and grab Tim before he could get more than
partway up the stairs to the second floor which has the master bedroom, the bedroom for the three girls, and an upstairs bathroom.
Jack pulls Timothy back to the designated place for punishment, the middle of the living room.
Aunt Doreen doesn't want to take any chances her nephew will try to run away again. "Benjamin, will you assist Timmy's mom in holding our
birthday boy still and in good position to receive his spanks."
Like a captive prisoner, like a peasant boy who got caught stealing a chicken, Timothy is held by the arms and bent over at the waist. The
three girls sit down on the floor, each awaiting their turn to spank the naughty boy. Sitting on the floor gives them the best view and angle
to see all the good parts of the ass and other things swinging below it.
"I can really see those balls from this angle," Wynona says, and she and her sisters giggle.
The first punishment was not part of the plan. Jack decides to go first, even though he was not mentioned as a punisher. Jack strides up
to Tim's bared and bent over backside. He dishes out fourteen whacks of a kind only he could have thought of. Instead of using his hand to
slap Timothy's ass, he uses his dick like a baseball bat. Fourteen times he twists his body, whips his hips around to swing that eight inch dick.
The penis slaps only one cheek of Tim's butt, and it doesn't land hard but it does make for quite a slapping noise.
WHOP...WHOP...WHOP... the penis smacks against the skin of Timothy's left butt cheek. The three girls are rolling on the floor. How could
anything top this? Mrs. Tuttle and Uncle Benjamin can't see the full effect, but they could imagine how funny it all is. Both are laughing along,
keeping Timothy from pulling away, keeping him bent over.
For Timothy it's the ultimate humiliation. Being bitch slapped with his cousin's super duper long schlong on the bare butt has his face
turning red from shame. The girls clap hands when their brother is finished, and Jack even jumps up and down like a champion, his dick
flying up in the air and making its own WHOP WHOP smacks on himself.
"Should Jack put something on now?" Uncle Benjamin asks. As the only adult guy in the room, he is the one who might have concerns with so
much male nudity happening in his house. A father is supposed to be concerned with what takes place in front of his youthful daughters.
"Let's take a vote on it. Who wants Jack to remain unclothed for the duration of the party?" Aunt Doreen asks for a vote by the raising of hands.
A raised hand is a vote for Jack to remain naked. Immediately three hands go upward. Of course the three girls vote for continued full exposure.
Mrs. Tuttle then raises her hand, and with four votes in that direction there is no need to continue counting. Jack doesn't get a vote, since the
vote is about him. And Timothy has his hands held and his mom is not likely to let him raise a hand.
"Guess that settles it, Jack. You get to wear the special birthday suit until tomorrow."
Jack doesn't look too disappointed. He was already brave enough to do some extra hand humping on his own in front of everyone, and the
weenie whacks on his cousin's tushie was a big hit with the audience. Jack is soaking up the good vibes and he's feeling good.
"Now it's time for the regular birthday spanks. Jill gets to go first."
Necrofantasy
Chapter 31. Pain and Punishment. Part Two
With the male appendage on male ass spanking being more than he could endure, Timothy retracts from reality. Having his older by one year
cousin use his 8 inch penis like a whip to give him birthday spanks is beyond mere humiliation. It's inconceivable. What's happening in real
life totally sucks at his point, and the only way out of it is to tune out the horrible situation.
Timothy imagines he's once again the captured peasant who stole the chicken. The chicken was a prized one, being fattened up to feed the
evil prince of the kingdom. As punishment, Timothy was stripped and held down by two tall Greek goddess looking babes holding his arms.
A third hot chick, wearing a toga that left most of the left leg and the right breast exposed, wields a typical punishment whip with the flat straps
of leather or cloth, nine thin straps in all. It's a fancy horse whip designed for use by royalty, but in this case it will be used to punish a young
teenage boy who happened to be more hungry than smart.
Fourteen times the horsewhip landed on his bare bottom, as a crowd of onlookers cheers and claps their hands.
"Time for the regular birthday spanks. Jill, you get to go first."
Hearing the name Jill brought Timothy back to reality. Unlike a horsewhip, Jack's dick slaps didn't actually hurt. But the blows Cousin Jill laid
on him was another matter. Before the first blows were struck, Jill took her time. She rubbed both ass cheeks, mainly the left side that had
gotten the penile blows from Brother Jack. As Jill rubs his ass, as she says sweet things about how firm and shapely his butt is, Timothy feels
some arousal taking place. He can feel another stiffie coming on, and he wishes he'd stay calm of mind and soft of cock, but he just can't help
it. Jill is too hot, too cute, too sexy, and being touched and talked about by her is stimulating regardless of the type of attention.
As Jill smacks her hand the two younger ones count the blows. Jill takes her time. She only places one swat every ten seconds or so. In between
she rubs the butt and a couple times the hand slipped down lower, the fingertips brushing up against the back of Tim's balls. In between the
count of Nine and Ten the lights in the house went out. The room is plunged into near total darkness.
"OH Shit. The storm knocked out the power. Jack, you know where the flashlights are. Round them up and bring then here. Nobody else move.
I don't want anything knocked over." Aunt Doreen takes charge of this little emergency.
It took a couple minutes, but soon enough Jack is back with a handful of flashlights. He hands one to Aunt Doreen, and Wynona and Bonnie
also got a flashlight. Jack had one for himself to use.
"Well, that was scary wasn't it. Let's get this spanking done. I don't know what the count was, so start over from the beginning."
Timothy wanted to yell out the count was NINE, but he kept his mouth shut. What good would it do to argue with his aunt. Any anyway, the
punishment was in some ways exciting, as long as he controlled how he thought about it.
Jack takes a seat next to his younger sisters, and together they shine three flashlights onto Tim's rear end. In some ways, having spotlights
focusing on certain anatomical features made the girls even more amused and rowdy. Tim looks down to see how brightly the back of his balls
and hanging penis looks, the pubic area now in near complete shadow.
Once again, Jill started her birthday celebratory punishment. ONE...(rubs ass)...Two...(rubs ass)...THREE...(slides hand down and squeezes balls)
...FOUR...(Declares that Timmy is getting a hardon)...Five...
With the room in near darkness, with the terrible and evil onlookers behind him staring at his back end, Timothy slips away from reality again...
After the punishment of being whipped by the exotic women who belong to the palace guards, Timothy is taken up the steps to a platform.
On this platform is a guillotine. His head is placed down into the hole and the top section latched to the lower section. Tim's arms are also
tied behind his back. The peasant people, the ones who don't know him pelt his back with tomatoes and other types of vegetable matter, but
Tim pays little heed to such trivialities as having a rotten tomato go splat on one's ass. While this pelting is going on, many in the crowd shout
"Chop it off...chop it off."
For some reason the silly and ignorant peasant people shout out numbers as various objects hit Timothy on the back end. The only numbers that
matter are the few seconds that remain till the recently sharpened blade comes sliding down to remove his head. A priest in brown robes says
a short prayer. A beefy guy with a black hood yanks the lever...and it's lights out for Timothy. But in the crowd there are a few sympathetic
people, mostly young teenage girls wearing short gray skirts and white blouses that show some cleavage, milking girls and cook's assistants.
Little boys sneer at him and give Tim the finger or give him the neck slicing gesture of moving a hand underneath the chin and slicing the
throat with the forefinger. How uncaring can they be? When the blade comes down the kids laugh.
Timothy goes with the delusion. He willfully sinks deep into the fantasy. Being beheaded and becoming dead is far better than this birthday
nonsense. Tim closes his eyes and he becomes lifeless.
"Hey, something happened," Uncle Benjamin shouts. "He went totally limp."
"I think he's right. This doesn't feel right at all," says Mrs. Tuttle.
Together they lower Timothy slowly down to the carpet. He lays there, unmoving. The 14th blow to the butt never landed. Jill stands over
her passed out cousin, staring in silence, staring at her hand.
"I think he passed out. What the hell. Do we need to call a doctor?"
For once Aunt Doreen is concerned about the safety and wellbeing of her nephew. She has Uncle Ben and Jack pick Timothy up, and again he
is moved over to the bed in Jack's bedroom. Tim can feel his body being moved, but it feels so far away like he's been drugged and can barely
keep track of what is happening.
Last edited by TeenFan on Sun Dec 01, 2024 7:45 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Tim being spanked by his cousins penis is one of those crazy and creative ideas that TeenFan is so amazing at coming up with.
Enjoyed the fantasy sequence but now Timothy has passed out and this time it feels like a more genuine one than the others. Really no idea where the story goes from here so I'm very intrigued!