Gay Erotic Stories

Hi, it's me again, Phil. It's Friday night, about 11:00 PM. My folks think I'm asleep by now, resting up from a long day studying at my high school. What a laugh! I'm actually standing here in front of my mirror--naked, about to try on a new pair of pants I bought the other day. Biker's pants--as in spandex stretch pants. Of course, I don't ride a bike. I'm no jock. I don't really like to do much exercise at all. In fact, at 5' 8" and 145 pounds, I'm about as far from being a big he-man as you can get.

The thin muscles that I do have do show some definition, and I do have a slight washboard look to my stomach. But that's only because, while I don't have much in the way of muscles, I have really no fat at all. My waist is only 30 inches. And that's the way I like it. Being so small and thin, nobody can think I could ever overpower anyone, or push them around in any way. And physically, I can't. But, of course, I have more power than they ever imagined. And it all comes from my cock. My huge, massive, gargantuan cock--the one that's hanging down between my skinny little legs right now. Hanging down over six inches, even though it's completely, totally soft. That's as small as it ever gets--a little over six inches long by two inches wide.

It's so big hanging down there like that; it almost looks like a third leg. Only this is no leg, of course. A leg doesn't make a guy involuntarily stare, or force him to salivate, or give him an unwanted, uncontrollable, embarrassing hard-on in a public place. Of course not, that's a job for my man shaft. A job it does very easily. It's just so big, so thick, so long. I learned a long time ago, back in junior high, that just by springing a big hard- on, and showing off it's unbelievable size, either naked in the gym, or obscenely stretching out my pants, I could turn on the other boys. Turn them on real bad. Back then, in junior high, before I started pumping, my hard cock was "only" eight inches long. But that was still more than enough. Oh yeah, I could pick out any boy I wanted, show off my 8 thick inches of man-meat, and boing!--he'd spring a boner, just like that. And he'd be so humiliated--boning up over another boy's cock! They'd always try to fight it, try to stay soft, or try to will their boners back down, but no-one could resist my huge, incredible size. My big monster cock could make their regular little cocks hard any time I wanted. And it would make them so fucking horny that the only way they could ever go back down would be to go jerk off.

Oh yeah, I caused a lot of boy-cream to go down the toilets of that junior high, that's for sure. And when one of the boys was shooting his contribution into the bowl, he wasn't thinking of any chick either. Oh no, he was thinking about my whopping 8 inches of manhood. He'd be wishing he could get it out of his mind, but at the same time, wishing it were stuffed into his mouth. And I found I could do it to the teachers too, which was real fun. The gym teachers were easy, because in the gym I had the chance to show off naked. And what do you think I discovered the sight of a naked 8 inches of thick, hard, solid man-meat, obscenely sticking out--way out--in front of thin little junior-high kid did to a gym teacher? I discovered it did the same thing it did to any of the other boys, of course. It'd make him stare. Make him drool. Make him get such a hard boner that he'd have to hobble off to the nearest john, and jerk his dick to the mid- sticking image I put into his head. That's when I discovered what my size does to a boy, and what it does to a man. How it gives me control of their dicks. How it puts them under my power.

That's still really fun for me, of course--using my monster meat to fuck over some unsuspecting victim. I just show off my unbelievable cock under the thin fabric of my pants, and he's hooked for good. At first he's shocked just at how huge I am. But then, if he's straight, or if he thinks he is, he's even more shocked at his own reaction. At how his own balls start to churn and at how his own cock starts to expand. I just love reading that combination of surprise and embarrassed guilt on a guy's face. It's really a very funny look--some guy trying to look away, but unable to--then realizing that he's getting horny over my great big package of man-meat. Then it really gets good when showing off my awesome size makes his dick grow all the way hard. His face turns bright red when he realizes how obvious the tent in his pants has become. He's utterly humiliated, so he'll try to fight it, of course--try to make his dick back down. But I'm showing him way too many inches of beautiful man-meat for him to have a chance. In a couple of minutes, he'll be hornier, and harder, and more embarrassed than he's ever been. He'll realize that, for the first time in his life, he's actually perving over another guy's cock. It'll make him sick, but that won't make any difference. He'll still have to go find a place to jerk off. And he'll be thinking about the beautiful, humongous bulge of my monster cock the whole time. Oh yeah, he may be hating himself for it, but he'll be jerking to my meat.

Prick-teasing and mind-fucking like that is always fun, but it's almost a little too easy when you have as many inches as I do. The thing is, even without pumping, when my beauty is all the way hard, it's over 2-1/2 inches wide along the shaft, wider across the head, and a good 10 inches long. Measured along the top--no bullshit. A full 10 inches. 10 inches of cock-stiffening, mouth- watering, mind-fucking, man-cock. So, of course it's easy to make a guy run off the to john to jerk his dick if I show off fully erect. So now I've decided that for little quickie demonstrations of my irresistible turn-on power, I'm just going to use my cock soft, and only use a hard-on for my total power-plays, where I force a guy down on his knees, and make him beg to be my little suck-off slave. That brings me to why I bought these new biker pants.

As big as my meat is, when it's at its soft 6 inches, I have to go to some trouble to show it off to its best advantage in ordinary pants. In jeans, it makes a great big bulge, of course, but I have to kind of thrust my crotch forward a little, and maybe push my meat around a little, to really grab a guy by his balls. But I want a guys’ eyes to uncontrollably, helplessly, lock onto my huge man-bulge without me doing a damn thing. And I want the awesome size and shape of my huge cock to be so clear under the fabric that he'll just start sprouting wood automatically. So that's what these biker pants are all about--for my little man-destroying size shows. Most biker pants are black, but I got a light blue pair so every curve and bulge underneath will show off better. So, let me see how good my monster looks in them. I step into them one foot at a time, and pull them up to just below my cock root, with the stretch waistband going over my big ball sack but behind my massive, but limp, cock. My 6-inch softy is just hanging there. It looks nice that way. Then I pull the stretch pants way out, so I have enough room for my long, soft, snake of man meat to drop down the front, and then I pull the pants up and over, and adjust the waistband to be just an inch or so higher than my root.

I look in the mirror, and it really looks good. There stands a skinny young high school kid in biker shorts and nothing else. He's got a cute baby face, thin arms, a supple, slightly-muscled, bare torso, and a pair of thin, almost hairless, legs with just a little definition. And, sticking out from below his waste, stretching way out in front, then bending way down in between his legs, is one huge, enormous, cock-bulge. It's a beautiful sight, so big. So thick. Way out in front--and so obvious, with the exact shape showing so nicely. The only problem is you can't really see how long it is. That's because it's so long that the head is buried between my legs. So, pull the waistband out with my right hand and reach lovingly for my big meat with my left, and lay it out sideways, with the head toward my right side. Then I carefully lay the stretch material back over it. Oh yeah, does it look good now! 6 inches long, well over 2 1/2 inches wide. And all that mass is just showing so nicely through the stretch fabric. And my big ball sack is showing real nice too.--massive cock-meat laying out to the right, and massive ball-meat to the left. The tip of my big cock is almost to my side, and the big balls sack is covering a large portion of my left upper thigh.

The stretch material clings tight to my hips, ass, and thighs, too, showing off how skinny my butte and legs are. I'm basically just a stick figure with a giant mound of male meat out if front. I like it. I turn sideways, and it's a great look that way too. I'm really thin in profile. My body isn't even 8 inches front to back. And my chest and stomach are so flat. But then, hanging way out in front of my crotch, there's this great big package of man- meat. I take a few steps in place, and the weight makes it bounce up and down. It's hot. It's obscene--but also innocent, because I'm completely covered up--and soft--totally legal. I'm just a young kid who happens to be wearing biker shorts. A young, sweet, innocent, kid--a young, sweet, innocent kid that's going to put an uncontrollable hard-on on any guy who looks at him.

What's really great, though, is that even though my cock is so huge, it's pretty clear that it's still soft. It doesn't look hard at all, it's so thick and spongy looking. That's the look I want--guys can just stare at it while they think I don't even notice. And, of course, they won't be able to keep from wondering how big it'll get when it gets hard. I can't wait to go the mall like that and see how many people are going to stare at my meat. Actually, everybody will, of course. The chicks are going to get so hot they'll start rubbing there legs together right away, and they'll be trying to memorize how I look so they can fantasize about me when they frig themselves later that night. And any gay guys are going to really go crazy and wish they could suck me off on the spot. They'll be licking their lips, swallowing their spit, and rubbing their hardons. But they'll be too intimidated to do anything more. I'm their life-long fantasy in come true, and all they'll be able to do will be to perv at a distance. But the really fun ones, of course, will be the straight guys. They'll be trying not to look, but they won't be able to take their eyes off my gigantic bulge either. And they won't be able to keep from boning up. There I'll be, just hanging out in the mall--sweet, young, innocent, with everyone around staring at my big meat and getting turned on.

Just for fun, I decide to see what my cock will look like in my stretch pants after being pumped up a little, but still soft. So, I go sit down on my bed, unzip my pants, and fish out my huge meat. I open the bottom drawer of my dresser and pull out my pump from underneath my shorts. Yeah, I really love my pump. I love it, of course, because it makes my cock just that much bigger. And, every increase in size gives me just that much more power over anybody I decide to show off to. So, I glide the 3-inch diameter, 14-inch long clear tube over my soft cock. Because I have so much meat, I have to kind of jiggle the tube back and forth as I slide it down, otherwise I get kind of stuck on the side before I can get the tube all the way down. Once I do, though, my great big cock looks really wonderful in the tube--still soft, but standing up inside. Then I start pumping. I don't want to get hard, just pumped up for my new pants. So, I pump pretty fast, and my cocks expands very nicely. It stretches up, and it stretches out. It feels really good-stretched, but not hard. The tip gets out to the 7-inch mark on tube. The head is already touching the walls of the tube all the way around. I keep pumping for a while, but not much else happens. I'm just big and puffy--pumped up, but soft. I go through a couple of cycles of suctioning and letting the suction off. After a while my cock is really thick and massive--really stretched. It finally just reaches the 8-inch mark.--pretty God-awful big for not being hard. And since I don't want to get a hard-on, I stop pumping, and then let the vacuum ease off slowly. Finally, when I feel there's no suction left, I slowly slide the tube off my big cock.

It's so fat now and about 7 inches long. I hold it up in the palm of my hand. It's really a beautiful thing. It's just so big--longer than most hardons, and a lot thicker. Fat and juicy. Heavy and massive--but not hard. No wonder no-one can resist it. I know there are a lot of guys out there that think they'd never want to even look at another guy's cock, and for sure that they would never get turned on by the sight of one. But I have what it takes to prove them wrong. Oh yeah, the way this monster looks right now, there isn't a guy alive who could keep from sprouting instant wood at the sight of it. Or keep from wanting to suck it down his throat. It's just too big.

So, it's time to check it out in the shorts again. I lay it out to the side like before, and carefully pull the stretch material over it. God does it look good! Just sitting there on the bed, looking down, all I can see is one great big mountain of man- meat with some Spandex stretched tight over it. Again, the big balls are to the left, and the huge cock is to the right. The separation between my balls is just barely showing, and the exact shape of my cock-head is clearly visible, especially around the ridge. The whole crotch area of my pants is simply over- filled and bulging way out with male meat. I stand up and walk over to the mirror. My man-package is so massive that it bounces heavily with each step. And everything is so well defined, and hanging so far out, and so fucking big, that my cock and balls almost look separate from my body. Like a belly pack. Only this is no belly pack. It's pure, honest-to-God, man-meat. I face the mirror, and I see just the sight I want--a thin, cute, young, innocent-looking high-school boy who just happens to have an obscenely defined, un-fucking-believably thick, long, huge, cock-bulge running horizontally all the way out to the side of his body. And the thing is so God-damn wide that the tent it's making starts right at the waist-band, stretches way out in front of the kid's body, and then comes back down at the top of the actual leg of the pants, or even below. That is, the cock- tent takes up the entire right side of the pants from the leg up. And the cock behind the thin fabric is so clearly visible--the shaft, the ridge around the bottom of the head, the shape of the head itself--just nothing but big, huge, gigantic, totally out-of-proportion male meat. I don't care who the guy is, or how hard he tries to fight it, when I turn around and show him what I'm looking at in the mirror right now, his jaw is going to drop, his balls are going to ache, and his dick is going to spring up into the stiffest boner he's ever had. But while he's reduced to helplessly perving over a young boy's cock, I, of course, will remain cool--and soft. I'll just be innocently standing there, minding my own business. Letting my size destroy some stupid jerk--what fun!

Oh boy, is that going to be fun. I'll go into the mall on a busy Saturday afternoon with my giant manhood pumped up but soft, stuffed into these stretch pants, just like it is now. I'll wear a really tight T-shirt and nothing on my feet but sandals, just to show off how young, smooth, and slim the rest of my body is. I'll also wear a big, loose, button-down sweater that goes down way below my crotch, so I can get into position before showing anything. I'll pick out some real straight- laced guy in a button down shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. I'll make sure to find a guy who's with his girlfriend or wife. Or maybe I'll find another high-school kid who's with his mom. Wouldn't that be a hoot? Forcing a teenager to make a big boner-tent in public, right in front of his mom? And over another boy's cock? He'll wish he were dead! And of course his mom will wish I was fucking her brains out. But I think I'll start out with a little older guy who's with his wife. That'll be so great, because with her there he'll be trying so hard to resist my size-power. Then, when he bones up anyway, it will prove to him just how complete my power over him really is. The power of having so many inches.

I can see it now. I'll wait until they go into a big department store, and the wife starts checking out some clothes or something. The guy is bored, so he turns away and takes a few steps. Maybe he starts to look around to see if there's any other women to check out, hoping to find some big tits, or at least some nice ass, to ogle. Instead, I'm standing there in front of him. I still have my sweater on. I smile at him in a kind of innocent, friendly way, and since I'm only 16, and look even younger, he smiles back, probably thinking what a cute kid I am. Then I start to unbutton my sweater. I start at the top, and slowly work my way down, smiling at him the whole time. As my sweater gradually opens, he sees my thin chest. My thin, defined muscles and hard little nipples are showing threw the tight T-shirt. Then when I get to the last button, he steals a glance down at my crotch, because the small gap in my sweater reveals a hint of what seems to be something amazingly big down there. Then I open my sweater all the way, and shrug it off my shoulders. That's always such a great moment--when I first reveal my stupendous, outlandish, unbelievable size to an unsuspecting victim. His eyes immediately lock onto the biggest, hugest, most gargantuan cock he's ever seen. He's straight, though, so he's embarrassed to even look at another guy's cock. But he can't help it, of course. And he doesn't just look, he stares. His jaw goes slack. He tries to look away, but he can't. He’s hooked. He's shocked at my size. And he's also shocked at how it's getting to him. And it is getting too him all right, and bad. Real bad. His pants are already starting to show a little wood growing. He doesn't really understand it, maybe he doesn't really believe it yet, but he can tell that I'm turning him on. Straight as an arrow his whole life, and now he's hardening up over a young boy--over a young boy's cock! The thought of it makes him sick to his stomach. But he's helpless. My cock is just too big.

My monster's not naked, of course, but it's stretching out the Spandex so tightly that it might as well be. The shape, the proportions, and all the beautiful curves are all clearly showing. But it's the stupefying size that makes him mine. After a bit, he tears his eyes away from the awesome sight, and looks up at my face. I smile back at him, just as sweetly as before, pretending nothing is happening, and why not? After all, I'm just standing around in the mall. I can't help it if my cock just happens to be the biggest, hugest, most lust-producing thing he's ever seen in his life. It's not like I had a hard-on or anything. Oh no, I'm completely soft; my thoughts are probably a million miles away. I'm just standing there in the store, minding my own business. He looks back down at my humongous meat. He's so funny--he licks his lips without even noticing. I know he realizes that as huge, as massive as my cock is, it still looks soft. It seems impossible that something that gigantic could be soft, but he can see it's true. He imagines how fucking big it must get when it hardens up. I see the tent in his pants really lengthen out.

I casually reach down and push my incredible mass of man-meat to a slightly new position, as if it's uncomfortable, squeezed into my pants and all. The obscene show makes the guy harden up all the way. Now he really feels it, and he looks down at himself, hoping his boner's not noticeable. But of course it is. He just has an average dick, but by now it's harder and stiffer than it's ever been, so the boner-tent it's making is very obvious. It actually begins to twitch. His face turns red, and he tries to will his dick back down. But there's no way it's going to soften up with what I'm showing off. My beautiful man-meat has him captivated, but he takes a quick peek up at my face to see if I'm watching him. I'm not, though. I'm just looking over my shoulder down the aisle, casually. That gives him the chance to do what he wants to do.

What my humongous monster meat showing off in my stretch pants is king him do. And that's rub himself. Oh yeah, by now my incredible super-cock has made his own dick so hard that it's just killing him. So he starts to rub it through his pants with the back of his hand. He has to. I see this out of the corner of my eye, so, just to really get to him, I put my hands on my waste and stretch back, as if I'm trying to get a kink out of my back. That shoves my pelvis, and my mountain of cock and balls, right at him, putting his dick just that much more into hot, helpless, jerk-off need. So he rubs harder. He's scared as hell someone will see him, but he can't help it. I'm simply showing him way too much size, even soft.

Then, just when he gives in, and grabs his hard-on through his pants and starts to really stroke himself, I clear my throat real loud, just to get his wife to turn around, which she does. The first thing she sees is her little hubby jerking off his boner through his pants right in the middle of the God-damn mall! She starts to say something, but then she sees me. And it. Naturally, her eyes widen at the overwhelming, lust-producing sight of a cute young kid in a tight T-shirt and very tight biker shorts, shorts that are stretched way, way out with the biggest, hugest package of man-meat she's ever seen. Her first thoughts are that all her wettest fantasies have just materialized in front of her, and how much she wishes she could suck me down her throat. Her pussy gets sopping wet. But then she looks back over at her hubby and it dawns on her that, not only is he is beating his meat in public, but he's doing it over a young boy's cock! By stretching back some more at just the right moment, maybe I'll even be able to get the guy to shoot off in his pants while she's looking. If I were all hardened up to my full, mind-blowing, man-enslaving, 10 inches, it wouldn't be any problem at all. By showing off that much cock-meat, not only would it be easy to make the guy jerk off all the way right there in the mall, but I could make him suck me off too, if I wanted. I know, 'cause I've done it enough times. But I'm giving myself the challenge of destroying a guy only using my soft cock. A huge, fat, pumped up, 7-inch, soft cock, that is. Whether he creams or not, I know I'll have fucked him over but good with just a few minutes of prick-teasing. His wife will never be able to think about him the same way again, and neither will he. She'll drag him off by force, and he'll be too weak and too humiliated to resist her. It will be all he can do to stop beating off. But, she'll be sure to look back over her shoulder and try to memorize hottest, sexiest, most beautiful sight she's ever seen. I lock eyes with her and give her a great, big, warm smile. That way she'll be wondering if maybe I really would be willing to give her the pounding of a lifetime with the huge mega-cock that's stretching out my pants so far. Just the possibility will make her come back to that store all the time, without her infantile husband, hoping to find me. And maybe he'll be back too. It sure would be funny if they ran into each other, both looking for my huge cock!

Boy, I sure am glad I bought these biker shorts. I know I'm going to have a lot of fun with them. But that's all in the future. Let me tell you about some fun I really did have just today at school. It was more than just my usual prick teasing fun-- showing off my size, forcing humiliating hard-ons on guys, turning them on so bad that they've just got to go jerk off, even if they hate themselves for it. No, this was a real destruction job. Yes, I racked up another total victim to the mind- fucking power of my gigantic, stupefying, all-conquering, column of male meat. And what made it extra fun was that my latest little victim was the school principal. So let me tell you about it.

A student runner comes into my last period class, and hands a note to my teacher, which he gives to me. It says I have to go see the principal after school. It doesn't say what it's about, but I figure it probably has something to do with my fun little episode with Mr. Jones, my gym teacher. (Even though he's not there anymore--they say they're going to replace him for some reason.) I'm kind of pissed, because I don't like being told where to go or who to see. I like to make my own plans. But, on the other hand, I figure this might not be a bad opportunity to have a little fun with the principal. Not the kind of fun he likes to have--using his authority as the school principal, but the kind of fun I like to have--using my power as the possessor of so much size. Cock size. So, when the bell rings, I go over to the gym and change out of my regular street clothes, and put on my gym shorts--with no jockstrap--and a T-shirt. I take out my pump from my locker and put it into my back pack, and put all my other stuff into the locker. But I keep my small camera in my pack. I tuck the T-shirt into my shorts, because I like to show off how skinny I am. Even though my gym shorts are kind of baggy, they have some definite show-off possibilities, as you'll see.

When I get to the front office, no-one is there except Mrs. Dellum. She's in her 30's I guess, and I have to admit she's a pretty hot-looking bitch. She's tall, and always wears her blond hair piled up on top. She wears a lot of make-up too, and high heels, and skirts that are just about as short as she can get away with at school. But most important is what she wears on top--which is always something designed to show off her huge tits. See, she's not overweight or anything, but she really does have a big set of knockers. They're probably forty- something double D at least. And she's always wearing something tight or low- cut to show them off. She's a bitch, too, and always likes to see if she can turn the head, or stiffen the bone, of one of the boys with her big tits. So, anyway, when I come in, she's sitting at her desk, and I walk around to stand right in front of her. She looks up at me and kind of pulls her thin, tight sweater back behind her and shoves her tits toward me.

"Yes, Phil, can I help you?" she asks.

"Yeah, I have to see Mr. Barnes," I tell her, showing her the note to see the principal.

"Well, you'll just have to wait, my young man. There are two other boys in his outer office waiting to see him right now."

"So, what do I care? I want to see him now and get it over with," I say.

"Sorry, you'll just have to wait here. When the other two boys come out, I'll send you in." The principal's stupid rule is that no more than two students can be in the waiting room at once, and the doors locked. Mrs. Dellum has a button on her desk that she has to push while you push on the door for you to go in. A buzzer sounds at the same time.

"I'm not waiting. You're going to buzz me in right now," I tell her.

"You don't tell me what to do, young man," she tells me. "I'm the one in charge here." When she says this, she flexes her shoulders back to make her big tits stick out that much farther.

Well, I decide that's enough talking, so I grab the right butt of my gym shorts with my hand and pull it back. When I pull the fabric back like that, it tightens up over my giant cock, which is hanging down the inside of the right leg of my shorts.

She looks down at it, of course. Startled at the size, she just says "Oh, what's that you've got there?"

I don't say anything. Instead, I put my right foot up on an empty chair that's next to hers, so that the inside of my right thigh, and the huge specimen of male meat that's laying along it, is right in front of her eyes. I keep pulling the fabric of the shorts back with my hand the whole time.

"Oh, my," she stammers. "You've got a nice big one, don't you? Tell me, just what was it that made you get all stiff and hard anyway?" she asks.

I smile at her and say, "It's not hard."

"Of course it's hard!" she says. "Look how big it is. And it's so thick. I guess it's these big, beautiful melons that did it to you, huh? You just can't resist these babies, can you?"

"I can resist them just fine," I tell her. "That's why my dick is soft."

"No way is it soft," she says. "That's a full hard-on you're sporting there." And she reaches over to feel it. She takes a squeeze, and realizes that it really is soft. "Oh my God," she says, "I don't believe it."

"Well, believe it, bitch," I tell her. With that, I take my leg down from the chair and, standing in front of her, I pull my waistband out over my huge meat and tuck it up right under my great big balls. Six inches of man-meat are drooping out over a pair of huge balls and hanging down, way down, right in front of her. And the six inches are completely soft.

"Oh God!", she says. "It's really all the way soft! But it's so long! So big!" She reaches for it, and holds it in her two hands. Her hands are stretched out flat, and my soft monster-cock is laying out from her finger tips (which are at my base) all the way to her wrists.

"It's so beautiful," she coos. "And so big. And heavy. How big is it when it's hard?" she asks.

"Ah, wouldn't you like to know," I say.

She starts to stroke it with her two hands, but I pull back a couple of steps. The object of her desire slides off of her hands and falls down. "Oh no you don't--bitch," I say.

"But I just want to see it hard," she pleads with me.

"Of course you do. Everyone does. But I don't feel like getting hard right now," I say.

"But look at these great big jugs," she says, a little panicky, as she turns sideways and thrusts out her chest for all she's worth. "These make all the boys hard." When I just look at her casually and don't say anything, she turns back at me and pleads, "Please, let me stroke him up." I smile and shake my head, so she says with real desperation in her voice, "Phil, I'll tell you what. I'll suck you if you want me to."

"Of course you will if I want you to bitch, but right now I don't want you to."

"Oh God, Phil—please!" she begs. "Please, I've just got to see what that huge thing looks like hard." "Tell you what," I say, "Buzz me in, and I'll come back some other time after school and I'll let you play with it."

"But I can't. I'll get in trouble."

I just push my huge, soft, massive meat to the side, and let go, so it swings back and forth like a pendulum. She licks her lips as she watches it. "You'll be amazed at how big it gets," I tell her. "Really huge--and really hard too. Yeah, it's a real baseball bat when it's all the way up." Now she's squirming in her chair, rubbing her legs together. I go on. "You know, when it's hard, I can touch my nipples with the tip. Oh, yeah. It's that long. And I could tit-fuck those big titties of yours with enough man-shaft sticking out to fill your mouth and throat."

"Oh God, yes!" she gives in. "Anything you want, Phil. I'll be waiting!"

"I know," I say, as I pull my shorts back up. When I do, I carefully hold my 6 inches of soft cock straight up, and lay the waistband of my shorts right across it. Since my waste is about 3 inches above the root of my cock, which means there's about 3 inches of cock meat sticking up past the waistband. I then carefully tuck my tight T-shirt into my shorts. That way the upper 3 inches of cock make a big, beautiful, vertical cock-bulge in the T-shirt right in front of my stomach. It looks great.

I slip my backpack off my back and carry it in front of me so I can reveal what I've got when I decide to. I walk over to the door of the principal's outer office. Just when I get there I hear the buzzer, as I knew I would, and I push open the door and go on in. I know that while Mrs. Dellum is buzzing me in with one hand, got the other up under her skirt frigging herself off. She's thinking about what my monster must look like hard. And how long I'll make her wait before I let her suck me off.

I walk inside the small outer-office waiting room. The two guys already there are in the two chairs that are along the left wall, so I sit down on the small bench against the right wall. I keep my backpack over my meat pack. The two guys are big, with some real bulging muscles. I recognize them as seniors, and I'm sure they're on some kind of teams--football probably, or maybe wrestling. I've seen the one on my left hanging out with one of the really good-looking chicks a lot. Actually, she's usually hanging out with him, hanging on his arm and all. I guess she likes his big, buffed-out look. They look over at me like I'm nothing, and then they look at each other and kind of smirk. I guess they figure I'm a little punk not worth giving the time of day to. Well, that's just fine with me, because I'm about to give them a little education. The thing is I want to see the principal now, and I'm not about to wait behind these two jerks. That means it's time to put my monster to good use.

I slide my backpack off my lap. There it is, my huge, thick, massive cock bulge going straight up my belly. The bottom half isn't too clear, since my shorts are kind of baggy, but the top half is so clear it's obscene. My big tool is stretching out my tight T-shirt up to my belly button. The size and shape of the head is showing off nicely. There's just a lot of man-meat on display.

The two guys are talking to each other, deliberately snubbing me, so they don't see my show. So, I make a little noise by clearing my throat, just to get them to look over. When they do, their eyes immediately latch onto the huge meat I'm showing off, of course. It's just so big--really big. Naturally, just like the bitch out front, they figure I've got a hard-on, because the thing is every bit as long as their dicks are when they're hard, and thicker to boot. They're kind of disgusted with my wanton display of a hard-on right in front of them, but they don't look away either. The sight of what looks to be a man-size hard-on showing off on a young boy's lithe little body is just too beautiful.

But now it's time to show these two butt-heads what size is all about. And I mean size! So, I start to grow. Yeah, I've got control, baby. I can stay soft when I want to, but when I decide to grow, I grow. My big bad shaft moves up to about 7 inches, and kind of loiters there. The looks on their faces are really funny as they realize I wasn't all the way up before. The act of growing in itself, plus my new, bigger size, makes them start to squirm a little. They're embarrassed about looking at my huge cock, of course. And each one is scared to death that the other one will see him checking me out. So, they both gaze around the room a little. Trying to be cool. But in a few seconds, they come back to watching the show I'm putting on. They can't help it. My big, beautiful cock controls their eyes. And it's about to control their balls and dicks, too. Yeah, especially now that my big monster is lengthening up some more. They can't look away. Now it's up to a big, thick, fat, long, 8 inches. Straight up my stomach. And my obscenely stretched-out T-shirt is doing nothing to conceal the beautiful shape and thickness of the shaft and head. It's all there on display.

I really like showing off at 8 inches. You've got to realize that even though this is nowhere near my full size, it's still very, very, big. Just think about it. A piece of paper is 8 1/2 by 11, so if you role up a sheet into a tube about 2-1/2 inches in diameter, the great big cylinder you'll be holding will be just a 1/2 inch longer than what I'm showing off. Only what I'm showing off isn't paper. It's thick, solid, massive, cock-meat. In fact, it's enough meat to put an unwanted, uncontrollable hard-on onto any guy I want. And right now, at 8 inches, my big, beautiful, irresistible whopper is starting to do its thing to my two newest conquests. Yep, it's making both their little dicks start to harden up on them. I can see the tents beginning in their pants.

I see the guy on the left can feel it, because his face starts to turn red, and he casually puts his arm over his tent. He looks up at my face to see if I'm looking at him, but I just look up at the clock on the wall behind them, pretending nothing's happening. Oh no, nothing at all. I'm just a young kid sitting back on a bench looking up at the clock. A small, cute, kid, relaxing on a bench, with his arms resting at his sides, his back resting against the wall, and 8 thick, awesome, inches of man shaft laying on top of his stomach, stretching his T-shirt way out in front of him. A dick-hardening sight if there ever was one. Now the other guy also realizes he's making a real boner-tent in his pants, and he folds both his arms over it. So there we are, just the three of us. Me: leaning back, relaxing, staring up at the opposite wall like there's nothing much to even think about, while 8-inches of thick, huge, massive, man-meat are just out there on full display. Them: both staring at my show, unable to tear their eyes away, unable to keep their dicks from stiffening all the way up. My gigantic cock is making them confused, it's making them embarrassed, but most of all it's making them hard.

It really is just a nice little scene. They're completely helpless. I'm in total control. They're fighting desperately to get their dicks to soften back down. My size-show is making their dicks stay all the way hard. My super-dick is controlling their regular-sized dicks. It's not even hard yet, but it's still so fucking big that it's making them hard as hell. I relax and enjoy the whole situation for a couple of minutes. I like watching them stare at my size. Watching them squirm with lust. Watching them come to the horrible realization that, in fact, they really are lusting for another guys cock! They hate themselves for it. It's making them sick. But there's nothing they can do about it. They're lusting for my big cock.

When I figure my 8-inch show has put a real bad hurt into both their stiff dicks, I let my mega-meat start to grow some more. Yeah, the big head just starts crawling up my stomach little by little, as I hold the rest of my body perfectly still. The two of them stare in amazement at the renewed growth. They just can't believe it's getting even bigger. But they have to believe it; they're staring right at it. It gets to the guy on the left really bad. It makes his dick so painfully hard and horny that he just has to rub it with his arm. First he looks over at the other guy, but he's just staring at me, of course, and then he looks up at my face, and I'm looking at the door to the principal's office. So he starts rubbing himself. What a little turd! He thinks he's a big hot-shot football player, but he can't help from perving over my cock, and getting so turned on by it that he just has to rub himself. But, of course, I knew that would have to happen. No-one can stand up to the show I put on. No-one can stand up to my size.

So, now I'm at nine inches, and I've got one of the little shits helplessly rubbing himself off, hoping like hell no-one will notice, and I've got the other little shit staring at my humongous cock in hopeless lust. I like that. I'm already leaning back against the wall, but just to relax some more, I slide my butt forward a few inches on my bench. I keep my feet still, and so the action moves my knees farther apart. It also shoves my huge, gargantuan, incredible nine inches of male meat right at the faces of the two little shits. And that makes the guy on the left really start to rub his dick back and forth fast. I know his dick is really killing him--he just has to rub off hard and fast. Showing off so much size has reduced him to a helpless little jerk-off.

He looks back up at my face to see if I see what he's doing, and this time I'm looking right at him. He's humiliated like he's never imagined possible. His whole head turns bright red. I just smile sweetly at him. As humiliated as he is, though, he can't stop beating his boner. He'd give anything in the world to stop, but he can't. My gigantic monster-cock has simply turned him on far too bad. He's past the point of no-return. That's always so much fun for me. When I prove to a guy that not only can my incredibly huge cock turn him on, but it can turn him on so bad that it can simply force him to jerk off. And it can put so much hot lust into his stiff boner that he won't be able to stop jerking, no matter what. Looking at each other like that, me just relaxing and showing off my mind- bending monster-shaft, and him unable to stop beating his stiff little pud through his pants, we both know I've conquered him. I've destroyed him. Just by showing off my size.

Just to drive the point home though, I look down at his crotch where he's rubbing frantically, and then I look back up into his eyes, and smile again. He's way past humiliated. He's devastated. And he's just got to go jerk off for real. He gets up, grabs his hard-on through his pants with one hand, tries to hide his stroking motions with his other hand, and runs out of the room. He must have made a pretty funny sight for Mrs. Dellum, running for the nearest john with both hands over his dick like that, obviously beating off. She probably tried to get him to fuck her, as horny as I made her. But there's no way he'd be interested in her tits now though. Oh no, as soon as he gets into the john, he's going to be jerking off to one thing and one thing only: the memory of one great big, humongous, monster-cock. In fact, try as he might to get it out of his mind, he'll be jerking off to the vision I gave him for a long time to come. Even if he ever gets back to fucking his sexy blonde girlfriend, when he does, he'll be thinking about a young boy with his T-shirt stretched out by a big 9 inches of very thick, very male, cock. And it's just so nice the way I turned him from tits to cock without even getting up to full size. Of course, a thick 9 inches is plenty big enough to do that to a guy.

I haven't been paying much attention to the other little shit for a while, but now I see he's rubbing on his dick too. He's doing it with the back of his hand, and holding his other hand in front, trying to hide the motion. What a laugh. I'm sitting right there in front of him, and he's hoping he can hide the fact that he's beating off. Well, that's okay with me, because I'm about to put so much ache into his balls, and so much pain into his dick, that he'll simply have to drop all pretending and jerk off as hard as he can. And that's going to mean taking his dick out and doing it right there in the open. And how am I going to do that? Same as always, with my mind-fucking size, of course.

I swivel my body slightly to the right, so I'm facing straight at him. He keeps staring at the huge tower of man-meat that's bulging out the whole front of my T- shirt, and he keeps pounding his pud. What else can he do? I'm showing off a full 9 inches right in front of him. It's one and a half times longer, one and a half times thicker, and probably three times more massive, than anything he's ever seen before. It's not just huge. It's mind-boggling. It's stupefying. It's forcing him to beat off.

I basically own this little shit right now, but he's still putting up one last bit of resistance by not pulling his dick openly. So, I sit up straight, right on the edge of my bench, facing right at him. This makes my enormous column go straight up into the air, and then it actually falls forward slightly. My tight T-shirt keeps it from falling very far forward, but it's so massive that it does fall forward at a slight angle, stretching out the shirt as it does. It's truly an awesome, beautiful display. The monstrous head is almost up to my nipples, and it's pulling the T- shirt so tightly around it that the shape of the crown, the underside of the ridge, the cleft, everything, is clearly shown. The contours of the mighty shaft below the head are clear too. The little shit in front of me just stares, and drools, and beats off. That's because what I'm showing him is just too beautiful, too awesome. But Mostly--it's just too God-damn big!

I decide to speak to my little victim for the first time. I lean forward a little more and say softly, "So, you really like my cock, huh?"

He can't talk, but he shakes his head back and forth in a pathetic "no".

"Oh sure you do," I say. "That's why you're beating off isn't? You're beating off because you like my cock so much."

Again he shakes his head in denial.

"Oh yeah," I say. "I can see you beating your little boner there. It's pretty plain you're beating off to my cock. I guess that makes you a little jerk-off boy. A little fag jerk-off boy actually, since it is a cock you're beating off to, right?"

A few tears start to come down his cheeks as he shakes his head some more, but my monster shaft is just so big, so huge, so enormous, that there's just no way he can stop beating off to it.

"Well," I say. "Let me prove it to you. Right now my great big cock must be making your balls churn quit a bit, and it must be making your dick hurt pretty bad, for you to have to beat off right in front of me like that. But it can't be a really good beat-off through your pants. So, tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to turn your balls and your dick on so God-damn bad that you're going to have to take your boner out of your pants and jerk it off for real, in the open, right here in front of me."

"Oh, God no," he pleads. Mixed in with the lust in his eyes, there's now some fear. It's just too rich. He's 50 or 60 pounds heavier than me, and 4 or 5 inches taller. And he's got muscles showing all over. But he's afraid of me. He's afraid of what I can do to him with my incredible cock. That's nice. It shows he's learned a lot since I walked in the room and he thought he was too good to even look at me. Now I've got him beating off to my cock completely against his will. And he can't stop. And he's afraid of what I'm going to do next.

I give him a little show, a sweet, simple, little show that's going to make him crumble. "Here," I say. "Watch this." With that, I slowly run my right index finger up and down the right side of my unbelievable manhood. Then I do the same thing on the other side. I don't really stroke it, but I give it just enough stimulation to get it to start growing the last lap. The little shit is shocked and amazed, like before, but now we're talking about growing up and out past 9 inches. I keep doing it, pushing my gargantuan column around under my stretched-out T-shirt as I continue to stimulate it just enough. It keeps growing. The mind-fucking sight goes straight to his cock, of course. It makes his balls ache worse than they ever have in his life. It makes his cock hurt more than it ever has in his life. His dick is killing him. It's just killing him. He needs to take it out and jerk it off for real. He needs to so bad, just so bad. But he fights it. He fights it really hard. He's sweating. He's crying a little again. But mostly he's just fighting like hell to keep from unzipping his pants, pulling out his super-stiff dick, and jerking off like mad. That's his fight. I just love watching him fight it as hard as he can. Because that way when he caves in, it will be just that much more devastating to him. Because it will prove just that much more how badly, how completely, in lust for my cock he really is.

He's right on the verge now. He's teetering on caving, but he's still fighting it. But then, under my stretched-out T-shirt, my huge, enormous, monstrous, cock simply expands out to its full, all-conquering size: 10 thick inches of massive, mind-warping, man-destroying, cock-meat. He can't get his zipper down fast enough. It's fun watching him try to pull his dick out as fast as he can. For a moment it gets it tangled up in his underwear, and he just about breaks out in tears of horny frustration at the delay. But then his agonizingly stiff dick is out in the air and he instantly grabs it in his right hand and starts jerking as hard as he can. There's simply nothing else he can do. Once again, my unbelievable size has destroyed a guy and reduced him to a little jerk-off cock worshipper. Then he sticks his left hand into his pants and starts massaging his balls while he jerks off. I watch his humiliating jerk-off, and I smile. He stares at my gorgeous manhood, and keeps jerking. His eyes keep running up and down the fantastic length. He just can't believe the size. But it's right in front of his face. And it's making him jerk. Jerk. Jerk, jerk, jerk. I'm pleased.

It's really nice just sitting there watching him degrade himself in front of me. After all, I'm still fully clothed. Of course, every bit of my enormous cock-shaft is clearly visible as it stretches out the the thin material of my tight T-shirt. But, I do still have both my shorts and shirt on. Technically, I'm still "legal". But look at him. He's got his dick out, right there in the principal's outer office, and he jerking it off. Yep, he's thoroughly degrading himself all right. But he can't help it. My size is making him do it.

He's really going at it, and pretty close to coming, when I hear the doorknob to the principal's office start to be turned from the inside. I quickly reach over and grab my backpack, and hold it over in front of me. I don't want to give Mr. Barnes any warning of what's in store for him. Then I lean toward my little jerky boy and say very calmly, "Hey, Mr. Barnes is coming in."

He's horrified. There he is with his stiff dick sticking out of his pants, jerking off for all he's worth, and in about two seconds the God-damn principal is going to walk in! Meanwhile, my show has made his dick so stiff, made it ache with lust so bad, that there's no way he can let go of it. So, he does the only thing he can, and simply doubles over as far as possible, completely covering his whole lap--hard-on, jerking hand, everything--with his body. He freezes like that, practically in the fetal position, when Barnes comes in. But the funniest thing is that he can't get the all-consuming image of my monster cock showing off behind my T-shirt out of his lust-filled brain. And just the image is so powerful that he can't help but keep pulling on his pathetic little cock.

"What's with him?" Barnes asks me. He's looking over at the doubled-up jerky boy, but he's talking to me because I'm the only one looking up at him.

"Oh, he's not feeling too well," I say. "I think his stomach or something is hurting him. He'll be okay though."

Barnes looks over at him and asks, "You're feeling a little sick?"

My jerky boy shakes his head up and down without looking up. He's still jerking, using as little arm motion as he can manage.

"Okay, why don't you just run home then, I'll see you tomorrow." Then Barnes looks around the room and asks, "And where that other kid?"

I tell him, "Oh, he had to take off too. He said he had to go and take care of something that was really bothering him." Like the worst boner he's ever had, I think to myself.

"Well, okay. So that leaves just you," Barnes says looking down at me. Then he turns around, walks back into his office, and says, "Come on in, and close the door behind you."

I stand up, holding my pack over my front. I follow Barnes into his office, but just before going in, I turn my hips away from the pack and toward my little jerky boy to give him one last look. A mind-warping look at 10 full inches of manhood so clear behind my thin T-shirt material. He comes. His whole body trembles as he shoots off, still in a fetal position, staring up at me. At my cock. At the big, beautiful cock that he now loves so much, even though he's never even seen it in its naked glory. His cum spurts all over the chair and his pants. As he helplessly jerks out the last of his pathentic juice, he tears his eyes away from my humongous shaft and looks up into my face. I give him a big, sweet, shit- eating smile, and jerk my hips at him. He wishes he were dead.

I then go on into Barnes's office, with my back pack once again concealing my T- shirt. A T-shirt that's stretched way, way out with 10 dick-stiffening, mind- fucking, man-enslaving inches of monster-cock.

He sits down behind his desk, and I sit down in the chair right in front of the desk. I hold my backpack in my lap, careful to cover my front from my big balls to the tip of my wonder-tower. My cock just feels so good. So gigantic, laying all the way up my stomach to my chest, pressed against my thin body by the weight of my pack. But what really makes it feel just so great is the thought of what it's about to do to the butt-head principal in a few minutes. Yeah, the anticipation of creating another helpless little cock slave always gives my monster that extra little tingle.

"Well, Phil, I called you in here to talk about what happened with you and Mr. Jones," he says.

"Oh, you mean when he sucked me off," I say.

"Uh, well, yes, if you want to say it that way. He's been let go, of course. And don't worry, he won't ever be teaching again," Barnes says.

"So, what's that got to do with me?" I ask.

"Well, Phil. We just want to make sure you're okay. You know, after Mr. Jones took advantage of you like that."

"Oh, I'm okay. But he didn't really take advantage of me, you know."

"He didn't? But I thought he, well, did what he did against your will. You know, got you down and, well, forced oral sex on you."

"You mean suck me off," I say. "Well, he did suck me off. And it wasn't a bad blowjob either. But the thing is, I kind of got him to do it."

Barnes starts fidgeting in his chair as I say this. My language makes him nervous, but what's really got him confused is the part about me somehow instigating things.

"What, what do mean, you 'kind of got him to do it'?", Barnes asks.

"Oh, I just wanted him to suck me off, that's all. And so I got him to do it. He really didn't want to, you know. But I made him," I tell Barnes calmly.

Barnes is turning a little red, and he's really squirming in his chair. "Made him?" he asks.

"Oh yeah, he tried not to as hard as he could not too. But he couldn't help it. I made him." When I say this, I give Barnes a great big smile.

Barnes is really confused, and nervous as hell. He looks me over, and can see I'm too small to make anybody do anything. So, he can't help asking, "Uh, how could you make him?"

"Simple," I say. "I just showed off my cock. Showed off how big it is." When I say this, I slide my back pack up my stomach so the bottom of it is even with my waist. This way, how the huge, 2 1/2-inch diameter of my cock-shaft is pushing my short's waistband way out in front is out in the open. Because of the motion, and because I'm talking about how big my cock is, Barnes looks down at my waist. He sees it for the first time. He doesn't see any length, of course, because my backpack is still covering most of my enormous tool. But he can clearly see how thick it is. My waistband has to stretch way out in front to get around the monstrous girth of my cock.

"Uh, what do you mean?" he stammers, still looking down at my stretched-out waistband. "What's showing him how big your, uh, penis is, got to do with it?"

"Oh, it has everything to do with it. You see, my cock is just so big," I say. "Really, really big." I pull my pack up another inch. This gives him a clear view of my giant cock stretching my T-shirt over it. Of course, there's still no indication of its length, but the huge thickness, and the exact shape of the shaft's underside are now showing very nicely. "The thing is, when I show a guy how incredibly huge my cock is, well, the sight of the thing is just too much. I have too much size. It makes a guy hot--really hot. And he ends up wanting to go down on my big meat."

Barnes looks up at my face with a kind of ridiculous, stupid expression, and then he looks down at the thickest, widest, piece of man-shaft he's ever imagined. He shifts around in his chair like suddenly there's something in his pants making him uncomfortable. He's already starting to bone up.

"But what are you talking about?" he asks. "How, uh, how big your...uh...penis is--wouldn't make any difference to a guy who wasn't already interested in, you know..." he trails off.

"Sucking cock? Oh sure it would," I say. "It makes a big difference. You see, most guys are straight and all, or at least they think so. They figure they would never want to have anything to do with another guy's cock. But mine's different. It's big. It's just so big. That's what does it to them." Now I pull my pack up another two inches. The monstrous thickness is now completely, openly, obscenely on display. And its width contrasts so beautifully with my skinny waist. But Barnes can also now start to get some idea of the length also. After all, he can see that there must be at least 2 or 3 inches in my shorts. Then there's the 3 inches he's gawking at above the waist. That's 6 inches. And there's no sign of the head. So, the whole thing has just got to be huge, maybe 8 inches--a true whopper. He can't take his eyes off the fat, hard, 3 inches showing under the thin T-shirt, and I can see he can't help but think about what my whole cock must be like. That is, how big it must be. He starts to squirm more in his chair as he thinks about it, rubbing his legs together. I pretend nothing's happening.

"Um, what do you mean, 'That's what does it to them?'," he asks.

"Oh, you know. It turns them on and makes their dicks hard." I smile again.

"Barnes squirms some more, but then asks, "but what if they're not, uh,..."

"Gay?" I ask. "Doesn't matter. You see, my cock is so fucking big that it automatically does it to a guy. Any guy. Gay, straight, bi...it just doesn't matter. I'm just too big. When I show off my size to a guy, his dick gets hard. I can do it to any guy I want. Like with Mr. Jones for instance. I don't think he was figuring he was gay, but it didn't matter. By the time I was down showing off to him, he was jerking off to my monster and begging to suck down on it. I just have too much size."

Barnes is in wonder of what I'm saying, but now he's really wondering about now is just exactly how fucking big my cock really is. He can see what a small, thin, young boy I am. To be in normal proportion, I should really have a small, little dicky. But he can also see about 6 fat inches of man-shaft that's thicker than he ever thought possible--and no head in sight. So he knows my cock must be huge. The image he's conjuring up is starting to really get to him now. I can tell because he drops his right hand below his desk. Ha, ha, he's already hardened up to the point that he needs a little relief. He doesn't know why he's so captivated by my thick meat, and he sure doesn't know why the thought of how big it must be is getting to him. But he does know that he's sprung an uncontrollable boner. He's totally ashamed with himself, and his face is bright red. But he just has to push dicky around in his pants. He can' help it. His damn dick has really gotten hard on him.

I go on with my explanation. "You see, Mr. Barnes, it's like this. Most guys only have 6 or 7 inches when they're all the way up. So, that's not really going to get to a guy. Oh, it might look okay; it might even look kind of pretty, especially to a gay guy. But it's not going to force a boner on someone against his will. But, a gigantic man-shaft like mine is a whole different story." I casually raise my pack another inch. Barnes is now staring at as much length of cock as he's ever seen, but still no head. His right arm is now moving around some, so I know the sight of so much cock, and my description of its power, is definitely getting to him. Oh, yeah, it's making him rub on his stiffy pretty good, that's for sure. "No guy can look at my cock and keep from being turned on by it. It's so long and wide. Much longer and wider, in fact, than what most men even think is possible for a cock. So when a guy sees mine, it amazes him. It captivates him. And, of course, it turns him on. Bones him up. In fact, the mere sight of it pushing out the fabric of my pants will make a guy beat off. That's how bad showing off as much size as I have gets to a guy. A straight guy will be humiliated, and he'll fight it. That's fun to watch. But in the end, he'll give in." I tell him.

"Oh, oh, no," he sputters. He tears his eyes away from my half-displayed monster-cock and looks up at my face. "That...that can't be true. Most men wouldn't be, uh, stimulated by your, uh penis." I can see him giving his hard-on a few more rubs. "I mean, if a man is straight, he wouldn't be." He tries not to move his shoulder as he rubs some more. He's such a stupid jerk.

"Ah, but you see, you take some guy who thinks he's totally straight. The thing is, he's just never seen anything like what I've got. He's never been turned on by a dick before because he's only seen regular dicks.