-Connor Manson-
"Man whore"
"Fag"
"Midget"
"Little man"
"Insect"
All the normal insults I get every day at school. For one thing I'm not gay, I think. I've never thought about men that way, but I have thought about women that way. I am a midget however. A puny five foot five. But there is one thing I have over them, and that's my fat, fifteen inch dick. But they'll never believe me if I told them, and I'm sure as hell not showing it to them. Also, I may be short, but I'm not weak, I have a well-toned body complete with a six pack and thick arms, but I hide that under thick jumpers and shirts.
-Alex Harley-
"Fag"
What I yell at Connor every time I walk past him. The kids tiny and a complete nerd. He isn't an example of the nerd stereotype, he is the nerd stereotype. He's weak, short and probably has a tiny dick. Weird how his mum can be so hot! Kathleen Manson is a MILF! And little does Connor know that when he's out doing fuck knows every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I'm fucking her brains out with my eight inches of sex stick. Speaking of which it's Wednesday to night. Connor's dad works in the army so he's never home, so I get Kathleen all to myself for twelve hours a week.
It was three ten so I took my motorbike over to the Manson place, Kathleen had told me she'd be 4 hours late today so I thought I'd on a show for her. I unlocked the door with the key she had given me and stepped into the four bedroomed detached house in one of the many cul-de-sacs of the town and ran up to the room I think is Connor's and strip down naked. Connor's room is fairly basic. A full body mirror on one wall, on another fitted furniture and a double bed pushed up to one wall. As I removed my boxers I looked up at the full body mirror at my Adonis body, my tanned skin fitted my massive chest, arms and legs well. I had a good amount of hair on them and around my balls and dick. My arse was pretty great too, as I admired myself in the mirror, the door opened downstairs and someone went into the living room, soon to be the loving room. I knew that Kathleen's husband had a hidden sex draw in the guest bedroom, so I went in there regularly to get stuff like condoms, lube and more recently a leather jock strap. I hadn't told her about it though. I put on the jockstrap and snuck downstairs to surprise her, as I crept into the living room I started to say:
"Guess who?"
I was greeted by the shocked voice of Connor "Guess who went into the wrong hou...what the fuck are you wearing?"
"Shit, you're not meant to be here!"
"I could say the same thing!"
"Well, you haven't been told so I suppose I should tell you, I've been screwing your mum for years!" I suddenly felt smug, I strutted into the room without a care that he could see my arse; I knew he wasn't actually gay, I just didn't have a better insult, that could be used in public. "And I've been using your dad's sex supplies, he comes well prepared."
"You bastard" The next thing I knew the midget had thrown himself on top of me, catching me by surprise he managed to get me to the ground. I quickly turned the tables by rolling over to pinch him to the ground, he then fought back, and managed to get me off him. But I had a grip on his Sweater vest and tore that of leaving him in the baggy full length shirt and ankle basher school trousers, even though our school is a non-uniform, he still chose to wear them. He looked down to see the lack of nerd clothing, giving me just enough time to pin him to the sofa. He saw me coming and attempted to dodge, and he succeeded with the minor loss of some of the shirt.
-Connor Manson-
I watch him turn to me again, with the bit of my shirt still in his hand. I regretted starting this fight with him, but I had to continue. He said I wasn't meant to be here, it's because I usually spend four hours after school at the gym attempting to gain muscle. Like his, now that he was wearing...wait, he said my dad's sex stuff, if he got it from the guest bedroom, it sure as hell wasn't dad's, it was mine, so was the jockstrap, and it was now on his penis. Great. I could see that his dick was too small for the extra-large cup I needed. Did I mention that the fifteen inches of destruction are when my dick's flaccid? Well it is, my erect member is about twenty inches long and has a girth of 6 inches. Anyway, I threw my svelte, but muscular body at the incredibly well tanned hulk, or hunk would be more appropriate, and he caught me by the remains of my shirt and ripped it off, me. When I got on my feet I could see his shock, yes it was about a foot above me, but I could still see it. He had no Idea how muscular I was, I could also see that he was starting to fill up the jockstrap a bit more; the fight was turning him on? That or my body. I only then noticed my undone belt, I didn't have time to fix it now, he was already getting ready to charge, I decided to run at him simultaneously, and we collided half way across the living room, and as we crashed we started to fall back, I grabbed onto the first thing I could, my jockstrap, and he grabbed on to my trousers, I stood up straight heard a tearing noise, the leather had been weaken by him hitting my loose belt buckle, and his weight had done the rest, he fell to the floor, taking my trousers with him and tearing them too, shit this guy's strong. I looked down, I left down to my boxers, and he was on the floor, naked.
He was also completely turned on now. I guess his cock was less than mine when erect, about eight inches. Mine bulged from the tight Armani's that I was wearing, and I wasn't hard in any way. He looked up and saw me in just my boxers, and my massive member that prodded out. He automatically assumed I was horny.
"You are a fag?"
"What?"
"You saw me naked and now you've got a boner?"
"No, I don't,"
"No guys dick is that big without a boner, and heck, you've probably just stuffed a pair of socks down there, well, if you like me naked so much then why don't you join me?" And with that he grabbed my boxers and tore them from me, leaving my massive cock hanging limp between my legs. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed. "It's huge"
He was still on the floor. He sat up and then...
He grabbed my soft wood and started to stroke it, what the hell! I was hard within seconds and he was really jerking me off now, and if masturbation had told me anything, it's that we're going to be here for a while. I started uncontrollably moaning and grunting as he played with my meat. He was getting turned on even more, he removed one hand from the thick sausage and started to jack himself off, he then started to suck my ball, the sensation was overwhelming. Finally I blew my load all over his face and then I collapsed.
An hour later I woke up and Alex was gone, he'd cleaned up and everything.
"Man whore"
"Fag"
"Midget"
"Little man"
"Insect"
All the normal insults I get every day at school. For one thing I'm not gay, I think. I've never thought about men that way, but I have thought about women that way. I am a midget however. A puny five foot five. But there is one thing I have over them, and that's my fat, fifteen inch dick. But they'll never believe me if I told them, and I'm sure as hell not showing it to them. Also, I may be short, but I'm not weak, I have a well-toned body complete with a six pack and thick arms, but I hide that under thick jumpers and shirts.
-Alex Harley-
"Fag"
What I yell at Connor every time I walk past him. The kids tiny and a complete nerd. He isn't an example of the nerd stereotype, he is the nerd stereotype. He's weak, short and probably has a tiny dick. Weird how his mum can be so hot! Kathleen Manson is a MILF! And little does Connor know that when he's out doing fuck knows every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I'm fucking her brains out with my eight inches of sex stick. Speaking of which it's Wednesday to night. Connor's dad works in the army so he's never home, so I get Kathleen all to myself for twelve hours a week.
It was three ten so I took my motorbike over to the Manson place, Kathleen had told me she'd be 4 hours late today so I thought I'd on a show for her. I unlocked the door with the key she had given me and stepped into the four bedroomed detached house in one of the many cul-de-sacs of the town and ran up to the room I think is Connor's and strip down naked. Connor's room is fairly basic. A full body mirror on one wall, on another fitted furniture and a double bed pushed up to one wall. As I removed my boxers I looked up at the full body mirror at my Adonis body, my tanned skin fitted my massive chest, arms and legs well. I had a good amount of hair on them and around my balls and dick. My arse was pretty great too, as I admired myself in the mirror, the door opened downstairs and someone went into the living room, soon to be the loving room. I knew that Kathleen's husband had a hidden sex draw in the guest bedroom, so I went in there regularly to get stuff like condoms, lube and more recently a leather jock strap. I hadn't told her about it though. I put on the jockstrap and snuck downstairs to surprise her, as I crept into the living room I started to say:
"Guess who?"
I was greeted by the shocked voice of Connor "Guess who went into the wrong hou...what the fuck are you wearing?"
"Shit, you're not meant to be here!"
"I could say the same thing!"
"Well, you haven't been told so I suppose I should tell you, I've been screwing your mum for years!" I suddenly felt smug, I strutted into the room without a care that he could see my arse; I knew he wasn't actually gay, I just didn't have a better insult, that could be used in public. "And I've been using your dad's sex supplies, he comes well prepared."
"You bastard" The next thing I knew the midget had thrown himself on top of me, catching me by surprise he managed to get me to the ground. I quickly turned the tables by rolling over to pinch him to the ground, he then fought back, and managed to get me off him. But I had a grip on his Sweater vest and tore that of leaving him in the baggy full length shirt and ankle basher school trousers, even though our school is a non-uniform, he still chose to wear them. He looked down to see the lack of nerd clothing, giving me just enough time to pin him to the sofa. He saw me coming and attempted to dodge, and he succeeded with the minor loss of some of the shirt.
-Connor Manson-
I watch him turn to me again, with the bit of my shirt still in his hand. I regretted starting this fight with him, but I had to continue. He said I wasn't meant to be here, it's because I usually spend four hours after school at the gym attempting to gain muscle. Like his, now that he was wearing...wait, he said my dad's sex stuff, if he got it from the guest bedroom, it sure as hell wasn't dad's, it was mine, so was the jockstrap, and it was now on his penis. Great. I could see that his dick was too small for the extra-large cup I needed. Did I mention that the fifteen inches of destruction are when my dick's flaccid? Well it is, my erect member is about twenty inches long and has a girth of 6 inches. Anyway, I threw my svelte, but muscular body at the incredibly well tanned hulk, or hunk would be more appropriate, and he caught me by the remains of my shirt and ripped it off, me. When I got on my feet I could see his shock, yes it was about a foot above me, but I could still see it. He had no Idea how muscular I was, I could also see that he was starting to fill up the jockstrap a bit more; the fight was turning him on? That or my body. I only then noticed my undone belt, I didn't have time to fix it now, he was already getting ready to charge, I decided to run at him simultaneously, and we collided half way across the living room, and as we crashed we started to fall back, I grabbed onto the first thing I could, my jockstrap, and he grabbed on to my trousers, I stood up straight heard a tearing noise, the leather had been weaken by him hitting my loose belt buckle, and his weight had done the rest, he fell to the floor, taking my trousers with him and tearing them too, shit this guy's strong. I looked down, I left down to my boxers, and he was on the floor, naked.
He was also completely turned on now. I guess his cock was less than mine when erect, about eight inches. Mine bulged from the tight Armani's that I was wearing, and I wasn't hard in any way. He looked up and saw me in just my boxers, and my massive member that prodded out. He automatically assumed I was horny.
"You are a fag?"
"What?"
"You saw me naked and now you've got a boner?"
"No, I don't,"
"No guys dick is that big without a boner, and heck, you've probably just stuffed a pair of socks down there, well, if you like me naked so much then why don't you join me?" And with that he grabbed my boxers and tore them from me, leaving my massive cock hanging limp between my legs. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed. "It's huge"
He was still on the floor. He sat up and then...
He grabbed my soft wood and started to stroke it, what the hell! I was hard within seconds and he was really jerking me off now, and if masturbation had told me anything, it's that we're going to be here for a while. I started uncontrollably moaning and grunting as he played with my meat. He was getting turned on even more, he removed one hand from the thick sausage and started to jack himself off, he then started to suck my ball, the sensation was overwhelming. Finally I blew my load all over his face and then I collapsed.
An hour later I woke up and Alex was gone, he'd cleaned up and everything.