Mast Pennis

Greg was pretty buzzed as he walked a bit unsteadily toward his hotelthrough unfamiliar streets. He had hoped to get a blowjob out of his visitto the semi-gay bar in Cincinnati. The bar proved to be the one night thatonly straight guys were there. He drank too much. He was here inCincinnati visiting his Uncle Jack. "Be nice to Jack, he can get you agood job in his factory," said Mom.That was wrong, Jack had not job for him and if he did he wouldn't havegiven it to him because he didn't like 20-year-old Greg who he believed wasa smart-ass. "The boy was too good looking to be a real man," thought Jackand he hoped the visit would end soon as he had some hot babes on hold,since he couldn't use the apartment with his sisters kid there.It was true that Greg was good looking, but what Jack's sixth sense musthave felt was that Greg liked gay sex, the antipathy of Jack's owncunt-oriented life. Yes it was true that Grey liked gay sex, but he was aspecialist. He never did oral on any one; he never took cock in his asseither. He was the total receiver of oral pleasure, and up to now, he hadno trouble in finding guys to suck him. In fact, they found and solicitedhim. He had a wonderful sexual magnetism that affected one body part ofhis admirers: their knees. They had an overwhelming desire to get on theirknees and surround his prick with their young lips.Oh how Greg loved to feel the progression of his feelings, especially thoseleading up to his always-great orgasms. They rocked him; they pleasuredhim; he lived for them. There was only one problem: often his mind waswhirling with desire, but the tank was empty. A cum without a copiousdischarge of his sperm was bad enough but worse was not having a strongerection. It was like drinking a non-alcoholic beverage.As he turned the corner, staggering slightly and stopped in amazement. Thestreets he had just left were gloomy and dark, but here in front of him wasa cul-de-sac brightly lit. It was decorated with Chinese lanterns, glowingelegantly. A neon sign, in a peculiar color he had never seen, wasblinking gently. At first he though he had misread the sign, but holdinghis hand over one eye (an old trick of drunks) he saw that his firstreading was correct:The Penis ShopNow that was interesting. Although he was anxious to get back to his hotelroom that he had booked for tonight in vain hopes of finding a partner, heblinked his eyes and straightened his clothes and entered the shop. Insidethere was a nice smell of lavender mixed with sandalwood. Although hewould have scoffed at the idea, he was being bombarded with an Asian formof aromatherapy. A pleasant calm invaded his body and the effects ofalcohol seemed to vanish. He was clear headed and ready for anything.Suddenly he became aware of another person in the store. It was ayouthful, tall Asian wearing traditional nineteenth century Chineseclothing. His voice was cultured and musical as he bowed, his hand sthrust into his copious sleeves. "You are most welcome to my shop. Thereis something that I know in which you will be interested." He pulled asilk cord and a small curtain opened that had been covering a display.Greg's eye's bulged out. There were many penises lined up, all pointingupward, they included testicles."No they are not rubber," the proprietor laughed musically, "Nor are theydildos. They are just what you need. When your own penis can no longerperform. These can take its place and give you renewed pleasure. Also, Icall your attention to the variety of types, changing types can add a newzest to your sex life."Greg laughed. "What a lovely fiction, if only it were true."The Chinese lad moved came from around the counter and approached Greg. Asthis close range, Greg could see that he was a beautiful young man,faultless skin, almond eyes and pink puffy lips. But reading Greg's mind,the lad said, "I will not be your sexual partner, but you will besuccessful beyond your wildest dreams if you purchase a set of my organs."He took down a leather case that had depressions to hold four penises. "Iwill teach you how to make your choice. A penis for each occasion.""I really don't believe in this, but it seems such a great story to tell atparties. How much is the set?""For you, ten dollars.""Whew," Greg said, blowing air out of his lips. "I guess I can afford."He gave a ten-dollar bill into the slim hands of the lad, and he was handedthe case of four penises. He laughed embarrassed, "I'm not sure what Iwill do with them, but it would be great for a show-and-tell. "The Chinese did not laugh. "I must now tell you how to use them. When youwish to replace your own penis with one from the case, you say "Conestoga,"your will immediately get the replacement. When you wish to replace again,you repeat "Conestoga. But I must warn you that only four times may youuse the magical word, it will become useless after that."How did you come on that particularly password?""It's crafted for you only and is a word that would not normally come intoconversation. Now it is late and I must close up for the night. Enjoyyour four penises."Greg walked out. As he progressed away from the shop, the neon lights wentout, as did the lanterns on the street. He walked briskly toward thehotel, now recognizing the neighborhood. He could now see the awning ofthe hotel, but across the street was a sauna. The sign outside left littledoubt as to its clientele. It said, "Men's Sauna." One letter was out soit read S-una. Greg snapped his fingers. "Just what I need to end thenight. I'll amuse the guys there with my purchase."He entered and went to the cashier's window, appearing much like acashier's cage at a movie theater. The elderly man pointed to the signover the cage when Greg asked the price of a room. It was fifteen dollars."And you are lucky to get it, it's the last one."He edged his way along a dim corridor searching for room 143. "Whatchalooking for doll?" Said a young voice behind him.Automatically he supplied his room number. "It's right here, next to mine.Can I come in and watch you undress."Greg turned around. There was a slim kid, maybe late teens. The kid wasrubbing his towel-clad crotch expectantly. "Thanks, I'll get undressedwithout you and maybe we'll see each other afterward."He entered the tiny room containing only a bed and night table and onechair. He snapped on the bare light bulb and proceeded to undress, puttinghis clothes folded on the night table. He realized that he was holding theleather case in his hand since he left the Chinese shop. He smiled tohimself. "Let's try you out." He was now totally undressed, his feet inpaper slippers. "Might as well go for Mr. Big," he decided as he reachedfor the largest penis in the case. It must have been an easy six inchessoft and the attending ball sac was as big as a baseball. Softly heintoned "Conestoga", feeling a little silly doing it. There was animmediate sensation in the area of his privates. It was not painful, juststrange. He heard a definite click and he looked into the case he washolding. There in the slot where the large penis had been was his ownbeloved organ. He looked down. There it was a large, pink, circumcisedpenis, residing in the exact place his own had been. It looked enormous,like a pink Zeppelin to him. And below the fuselage hung this copious ballsac, its hairless skin moving sensuously over his balls.There was a light tap on the door. It was the kid next door. Greg openedthe door wide, but not as wide as the boy's eyes as he looked down at theprick of the century. "Oh my, I feel hot all over. My name is Bobby. CanBobby touch it?""Okay, just a little." (Actually he was pleased at the attention he wasgetting.)Bobby reached out and reverently stroked the big guy. Big guy reared hishead a bit, his big piss slit eying the boy. Bobby gulped. "It's sobeautiful. I want to suck it. Can I?""I'm not opposed to getting sucked, but hot boy, this is too much for oneperson. Do you have any friends here?""I do, please wait, my lover Jimmy is in the room with a hot black kid.I'll bring them here. Don't move."Greg sat back on his bed. He laughed to himself that he hadn't evencruised the place and already three guys were going to swing on his prick.Sure enough Bobby returned with his arms around a tall, Italian looking boyand a muscular black kid followed. They all started hyperventilating whenthey saw the size of Greg endowment. Said endowment began to rise at thetriple attention. Greg estimated that it was at least nine inches andreally thick.The black kid whose name was Lester said, "I thought I was blessed, butmine looks like a baby's next to yours. Can I give it a lick."?"Help yourself."Greg stared at the muscular back of the dark kid as he manfully licked andKing Kong of prongs. He took the bulbous head between his lips and triedto move down the shaft. He began coughing. "I need some help here."The kid named Jimmy fell on his knees right next to Lester, now two bareback were in Greg's view and two tongues began their journey up theMaypole. Good feelings were beginning to accrue to Greg and he patted theheads of the two doggies. Unfortunately the two doggies fell back, out ofbreath. Bobby came down along side of them. "Guys, this is a majorproject. We are going to get him off even if we die trying and it'll beworth it. We need teamwork. Let me start, then when I begin to turn blue,one of you take over and so forth, like a relay. They agreed and cutelylaid their hands on each other and shouted, "Go team."Greg was hopeful that their idea would work as he was getting as horny ashe could ever remember. He was nowhere near being stimulated enough toeven produce pre cum, but that was destined to end shortly, as the teambegan. Oh, those hot tongues, those suckling lips alternating. Finally abrave throat expanded and hot-stroked him."He's beginning to pre-cum. We're on the way to victory," Crowed Bobby andquickly returned to the trio, who really seemed like a vocal trio as theywere crooning with pleasure.Greg's eyes began to roll upward. He was breathing in short gasps."Soon," he rasped to this crew. That encouragement brought them to greateractivity. The sweetness of his pre cum and the quantity was like anordinary prick's cum. But suddenly his monster stiffened and lengthened.The head grew red and big and the piss slit that resembled a coin slotopened and the rainstorm began. The boys manfully kept up, passing thespewing cock back and forth, wondering when the spurting would finally end.At last they had to give up their ministrations and they fell back in aheap on the floor. The hosing cock didn't give up and it drenched them infragrant cum for another minute."Whew," Greg said, "What a mess I made. Do you guys want to go forseconds."The three groaned and laboriously rose to their feet and edged out of theroom.Greg sank back on the hard cot. In one minute he was in dreamland. Heawoke suddenly and looked at his watch. He was totally refreshed and yethe only napped for about ten minutes. The most amazing thing is that hewas beginning to have the beginnings of horniness. He shook the big guy,but he was still asleep in spite of the fact that his temporary owner wasawake and wanting. "Time to change planes," thought Greg, "Or at leastsubmarines." He took out his hand-dandy penis kit. "Here's a livelylooking fellow, good for night's work." He had selected a beautifullyshaped, slim prick that looked as if it would elongate excellently. A nicepair of balls were displayed in the tight sac. "Conestoga", he called,feeling a bit stupid. Some kids hanging out in the hall called to him,thinking that was the way he announced his cum. Smoothly the big penisrested again in it's spot in the case and a new once dangled from Greg'scrotch. Grey stood in front of the mirror. "Well, it's streamlined andthe head gasket is exposed, looking like a ripe plum. Let's take this caron a road test."He wrapped his towel around his waist. Outside there were a gaggle ofgirly-boys who had already heard of his reputation. The moaned in pain ashe walked away and headed for the sauna. It was empty except for one verytall, maybe 6' 7" fellow. His size was his attraction for his face was notparticularly handsome, but his body, its elongation and tight muscles werelike those of a dancer. "Hello friend," the tall one said in a distinctlyGerman accent, laced with British. Greg figured him to be a German whowent to Oxford. As he spoke, Grey admired the large white teeth and closecropped blond hair and Aryan blue eyes and before he knew it, Greg's newappendage began to lift up its head and look around, stretching out of aparting in front of the towel.The German, "Koch is the name, cock is my game," stared at the erectingpenis, his, that is Koch's eyes widened. "That is a very lovely thing yougot there friend." His voice had grown husky and his own towel had becomeindiscreet as his Teutonic erection made an appearance. "May I ask yourname, friend?" he husked."Greg, and Greg sees you like what you see. May I make an internationalsuggestion: American to German?"Yes.""Get on your knees and suck this motha."The study German youth, to honor the fatherhood slid down and put his bigBavarian knees on the tile, his large lips dripping spit in anticipationand took a close look at my prick #2."Mein Gott, look at it. It's the size of an entire panzer division."Greg looked down, it was a thin long one with a curve upwards. Kochimmediately licked up around the curve, humming as he coasted along myAutobahn.One thing Greg discovered was that a thin, sensitive, curving penis is veryhard to control. It takes in every lick of the German's thick tongue andthick lip suckling of its head. Before long, Grey was moaning and his hipswere thrusting and the blonde boy had to hold his lean hips to keep himfrom losing his hungry mouth."Oh shit, I can't hold on any longer. I am brimming with cum."Blondie took his mouth away for just long enough to bark out a Prussianorder, "You vill cum in one moment. Enjoy. I must have your sweet cum orI vill die."Greg obeyed, relaxed his body into a cum mode, then as cum spunk raced tohis cock head and his balls pulled up his shouted loudly, "I'm fuckingcumming."Six kids from various parts of the Boy's Sauna with the missing letterrushed to watch. They weren't disappointed. Greg was lurching and fuckingthe German's mouth as the boy tried to swallow all of the might spooge. Itmust have taken a full four minutes for Greg to stop shooting. During thattime the kids standing around, jerking their gerkin had shot themselves.The chorus of moaning was worthy of Bach.Greg slipped away, the German fell over to recover. Back in his room Greytook stock of what had happened. "I can't believe that I am still sexedup. What next?"He looked into the case, the fourth prick was like a big fat cigar. "Noone could get lips over this. I'll just wear it to show off." HeConestoga-ed softly and his slim one was back in the case and in its placewas a panatela of pricks, so fat that if it was a cigar, it would last aweek.He walked out. It was getting late, the corridor was mostly empty. Hepassed a room with an open door. Lying on the cot, face down, was a largemuscular boy with red hair. The boy turned to look at him. He had afriendly Irish face, freckles and all, but the body of a God. Hismonumental ass was up. "And would you be considerin' a fuck tonight?"Greg paused at the door. "I don't get fucks.""Oh no me by, I mean fooken' me ass. I dinna know if I can accommodatesuch a generous sexual organ, but I am willin' to give it a try forSt.Patrick and all of Ireland."Greg thought for a while. "I actually have never fucked anyone. My wholesex experience has been getting blown. I might be a dud at it.""You need not worry, with that smooth, large cylinder, I know you'll berubbin' across me hot button handily. Now laddie, no more talkin' get meass up higher and kneel behind me behind and push with that snake that isstill left after he cleared them out of Erin. Me name is Patrick."Greg shrugged. The boy was very appealing and very bossy. It was a newexperience for him and he wasn't sure how he would like screwing someone.Nevertheless he put the king-sized covered head against the pink pucker ofthe generous ass. He pushed slightly..nothing, although Patrick grunted inslight discomfort. He squirted some lube that was on the table and pushedagain. "Oh Jesus, Joseph and Mary," groaned Patrick. "Tis killin' me butif you stop I'll beat you to a pulp." Grey pushed again, now half of hismonster was lodged in the steaming hot hole. Patrick's back was drippingwith sweat."Is it hurting you friend?" Greg asked like a good boy.Patrick grunted, "Hurtin' is too soft a word. It's medieval torture, butI'm beginin' to accept it. Oooh, change that to like it. No more talk,your cock is hittin' my vocal chords. You may now begin to saw away."Greg was beginning to tingle. He felt really masterful reducing this guyto a blithering idiot by his sexual weapon. He shoved it in fully untilhis public hair was tangling with Patrick's fine red down. He pulled out,to Patrick's howls...and in again to Patrick's yowls. In and out, untilGreg shouted, "You shit, you are getting me off with your ass. I about togive you a sperm enema.""Give all you got for the glory of it, my boy. I will follow you rightafter as me balls are churning."Greg stiffened and his cock seemed to pull into itself and then extendedand began shooting into the dark recesses of the Irish boy. Patrick feltthe pelting of his ass and with a loud cry he began shooting onto thesheets below him. The bucked and cried, the two of them until the battlewas over.Patrick was the first to speak. "Greg, you got a money maker there.Anyone would pay you money to get the services of such an instrument."Grey thanked him, but just before he left, Patrick pulled him down andkissed him with his big lips and held him tightly. That was the first mankiss that Greg had ever had. He licked his lips as he made his way back tohis room and decided he liked it, a lot.Back in his room he again slept for awhile, then his mind began to get anerection. (There is such a thing.) His current penis was a dead dog.Nothing left to do than to call upon the gods of Conestoga. The only penisleft in the case was a beautiful appearing, perfect penis with deep troughbelow the smooth head and a shaft of pure white. It greatly resembled thepenises on Greek statues, but unfortunately was the same size, almost achild's size.Greg decided that there are guys who love small boyish penis and if he pastexperience with the Chinese guy's organ donations, this little guy wouldbring great pleasure. He tightened his towel and went to the shower area.There were three showers running. There were no curtains so he coulddisplay himself easily. At the first shower there was a mature looking manwith a handle bar moustache. Greg stood there. "Hey kid, scram. I don'tgo for appetizers, only main courses.At the next shower their was a athletic looking fellow. As he rubbed thesoap out of his eyes he looked down at Greg and his equipment. "Sorry, Ijust had sex. I'm beat."Greg didn't believe it because he had used it himself to get away fromsomeone who didn't attract him. But at the final shower, there was a shortbald guy. He had a cute young face and strong squatty body. As soon asGreg was framed in the doorway of his shower, he beamed. "Oh, now that's abeauty. May I touch it?"Greg nodded. The guy rubbed the cocklet and announced, "I'm Shane. Yourcock is made to collect sensations and cum on its own without directhandling. Are you willing to learn how to pleasure yourself in new ways?"Greg was fast heating up. "Okay Shane. I'll be the hoss, you be the boss.Teach me."Back in Shane's room, which incidentally was three times the size ofGreg's. "I reserve this room a day in advance. Now you are handsome.Lovely features. Fine body. Your smallish cock is appealing, but you muststop being cock oriented. You have other parts that must be sensitized,parts that can give you pleasure you have never had before.""What parts? I have had my chest nubs rubbed. It's okay, but no cigar.I've had my belly rubbed and tickled, not much.""I am speaking of your luscious lips and mouth. Just looking at them hasmade my cock rise and look around.""You mean you are suggesting that I should become a cock sucker?""Yes. Why do you think guys sucked your cock? Just to please you? Nothey got off on it. They loved the feeling of your cock moving over theirlips, the taste on their tongue, the thrill of your personal elixirshooting into their mouths.""Well that sounds pretty exciting. In fact I just started dripping from mylittle fellow.""Yes, I can see. And you must learn the ultimate of getting fucked. Youmay think that you submit, but you also control the fucker. We will tryboth it now. First, to relax you take a little sniff from my little brownbottle."Greg knew exactly what was in the bottle. Many times his sucker hadsniffed and offered it, but he also refused, thinking it might dull hisenjoyment, but now, because he was trepidation about the events to happen,he took a deep sniff in each nostril. Immediately his head began to swimand the room and his immanent lover receded from his consciousness. Thatis until a leaking cock knocked on his lips front door. He opened up as ifhe was at the dentist. The cock entered his mouth. Immediately his salivaflowed and his tongue began looping all over the delicious organ. Hesucked wildly until Shane pulled away. Greg whimpered in disappointmentand looked up at Shane with a worried face. He had discovered that hismouth had a direct connection with his cock.Shane patted Greg's head as if he was a doggie. "Nice Greg, you want tohave your orgasm don't you? Let me show you a new way."Shane was strong. He pulled Greg up on the bed and arranged him resting onhis elbows with his handsome fuzzy ass up in the air. Shane pushed out hislong tongue and swiped across the sensitive puckered lips of Greg'sasshole. He reared up and cried out at the thrill it causes. Now Shanetightened his tongue into an arrowhead and pushed it deep into Greg'ssecret recesses. He pushed in and out, fucking him with his penis-liketongue. Greg felt the wonderful sensations but knew that the ultimatewould be Shane's plump cock entering him. "Please Shane, do it, I'mready."Shane groaned out his excitement, put his warm hands on Greg's hips andpushed the head of his cock through the Greg's ass ring. Greg mewled inexcitement, his hips moving in pleasure. Now Shane began fucking the newbywith enthusiasm, trying to give him the greatest experience. Greg fastlosing a sense of reality as he went into sexual orbit, his head swimming,his voice shouting out obscenities and pleas to be fucked harder. He knew,in some part of his brain, that he had become a bottom bitch and he lovedit and he wanted nothing more...ever.Shane cried out, "Greg boy, I'm going to deliver now, get ready."Greg steeled himself as he felt his own orgasm overtaking him. "Flood me,please."Shane hosed the inside of Greg's hole and it caused Greg to begin hisshooting. On and on they spew, until as all orgasms, it had to end.Shane grabbed Greg and kissed him soundly. "You're the best fuck I everhad. I don't want to lose you."Greg told him that he was only visiting Cincinnati, hoping to find a job."Do you know who I am? My last name?"Shane told him. He was part of the major family who owned the town. Shanehad a ten million dollar trust find income. "You have no worries. Movehere permanently. Be my fuck toy forever, except occasionally I want togood sucking, if only to get me ready to fuck you.""I can have a larger organ if you wish.""How would you do that?"I have only to say Conestoga."Shane laughed and rubbed his cheek indulgently. "Okay say it.""Conestoga, CONESTOGA, C O N E S T O G A!"There was no change. They both looked up as a mellifluous voice spoke fromoutside their door. "There is no further changes after the fourth. Youmust learn to live with your final chose.""Who's that?" asked Shane."Never mind. You like me at 5 inches and at that I'll stay, as long as youfuck my ass.""Guaranteed. "End