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CHAPTER THREE

Ben pinched the end of his cock to keep from pissing on the floor. He pounded on the bathroom door. "I gotta piss!"

"Go piss outside, shrimp," shouted Ben's brother, Tim, from inside the bathroom.

"I gotta brush my teeth and wash up for school, too."

"Do it in the kitchen, shrimp."

"Fuck you!"

"Watch your mouth or I'll come out there and fuck you."

Ben went outside to piss. What else could he do? Tim was tough. Tim was so tough he'd been to reform school twice. Tim always carried out his threats, and since Ben didn't particularly want Tim massacring his tender asshole, Ben swallowed his pride and stepped out into the cool, sunny, early morning air of his fenced-in back yard.

The grass sparkled with sun-filled dew. The wet grass felt good between his toes, made him feel sexy. He pulled off his jockey briefs and stretched naked under the sun. The sun felt good, like a warm hand caressing his long body. As he stretched upward, arms reaching for the blue sky, the sparse golden hairs of his armpits bristling in the morning breeze, he let his piss flow.

The piss hissed out in a long golden stream, steaming in the cool air, it felt so good to be rid of the hot stuff at last, and his piss hard-on began to go down some. But even as his dick sank from its proud forty-five degree angle, piss slit pointing at the sky, down to a ninety-degree angle, piss slit pointing straight ahead, the massive size of his cock remained the same – too big!

Why had he been cursed with such a freakishly large cock? It was embarrassing. All the guys in the locker room pointed at it. He had to wear baggy pants to hide it. He'd never measured it. He was afraid to. Why couldn't his cock be the same size as his three brothers – just slightly larger than average? Or as big as his best buddy's, Willy Manners'? Willy claimed he'd trade cocks with Ben any day, but Willy just didn't know the problems involved in having a cock the size of a donkey's.

Ben milked the remaining piss from his cock. As he stroked the big dick he couldn't help but stimulate it. The sensitive cock jumped in his hand. Well, at least the overgrown thing felt good – he'd give it that much. Then he wondered whether the added size made for added sensitivity. Maybe because his cock was bigger than any of the other guys'. It was also more sensitive. Maybe it felt better than any of the other guys' cocks. Ben smiled. Why not? There had to be some consolation for all the problems his dick gave him. He continued stroking his cock. He was really getting horny now.

Ben glanced toward the house. He was safe. The only awake person home yet as far as he could tell was Tim. Brian and Mike had already left for school. It was the squealing of their tires when they took off that had wakened him. And Janet had left also. Her bedroom was empty when he passed it on the way to the bathroom, and she was nowhere to be seen downstairs. And Ma and Dad were upstairs sleeping off last night's drunk. They'd be dead to the world until noon at least. The only creature who could see him was Bernie, the big German Shepherd poised on his haunches at Ben's side. The dog had that inquisitive look on his snouted face, and his cars were cocked with anxiety as if Ben were about to take him for a walk.

Ben cradled his fat, nuts in his left hand while he slowly pumped his cock with his right. His cock was so thick that he could set only half of his hand around it, and it was so long that his jack-off movements came all the way from his shoulder joint. Sometimes his deltoid muscle ached by the time he'd managed to bring his overgrown pecker off. As he jerked the loose skin up and down the steel-hard cockshaft, and his bloated cockhead glowed like a delicious apple, a silver strand of cum glided from the tip of his cock toward the grass.