A Decade of Dicks – Part 1

My First Decade with Dick, Part 1
by Chico Brisbane


My fascination with men and their dicks began during a school fieldtrip when I was 11-years old. I was the only child to a single mother, and had never seen another penis except for mine and two younger male cousins. One cousin was about 6 years old and had no problem with being seen naked, and the other was just a baby who’s penis I’d seen during diaper changes.

Our fieldtrip was to a municipal swimming pool in the park across from my school. My classmates and I where excited about a day of fun in the sun, and I hadn’t given any thought to how, when, and where I’d get out of my clothes and into my swim suit until I saw the huge sign over an oval archway that said:

MEN & BOYS – LOCKER ROOM & SHOWER >>> THIS WAY >>>

Most of the boys took off running into the locker room and had obviously been to a public swimming pool before. I hadn’t and I suspected that I wasn’t the only one because a few of us walked down that short corridor slower then a death row inmate walks to the electric chair. I could hear the sound of men and boys mixed with the sound of running water, and slamming doors. At the end of the corridor, we made a sharp left turn and found ourselves in a huge room with a ceiling five times higher the the pathway leading up to it.

I hadn’t taken more then five steps into the locker room before a full grown man walked right passed me, and he was completely naked. His dick was really big, not to mention hairy. My eyes where glued to it as I watched it bounce from side-to-side with every step. I just kept walking passed row after row of narrow aisles packed with naked man and boys. I noticed that some of the boys who where just a few years older then me, already had hairy dicks like the men. Just when I was sure that I had already seen the biggest dick on earth, I’d walk pass another aisle and see one that was just a little bit bigger.

I was getting excited with all of the images of naked men with big, hairy dicks. When I got to the last few rows, I was releived to see that they where nearly empty. I walked passed a naked boy and his dad towards the far end of the aisle against the wall. I sat on the bench and peeled off my pants and superman briefs to the horrific sight of my 4-inch boy boner sticking straight up in the air. To make matters worse, when I went to put on my swimsuit, I discovered a knot in the drawstring that kept me from pulling it up passed my knees. I had to take it off so I could untie the knot and that’s when I heard a man’s voice ask me if I needed help. I just handed him my swimsuit before realizing that it was the only thing covering my stiff boner. I saw his eyes go directly to my crotch and it was too late to try and hide it.

“Oh don’t worry about that kiddo! – Mine get’s like that all of the time.” He said.

“It does mister?” I replied.

“You bet it does! – I think it starting to happen right now.” He said.

“It is?” I repled

He opened a locker door and used it to block the view of anyone who might walk up the aisle. Then he lifted his leg and set his left foot onto of the bench right next to me. I could see right up his towel and looked wide-eyes at the emormous dick and balls that where hanging there between his legs.

“Your’s will grow to be just as big as mine someday.” He said.

“Really? – It’s gigantic!” I said.

“It’s get’s even bigger then this. I’m not even fully stiff yet.” He said

“Holy Crap! – It is getting bigger. It just jumped all by itself.” I said.

“Oh that just means that he wants to shake hands with you. Go ahead and skake it with your hand.”

I reached up into his towel and grabbed onto his long dick right around the middle and shook it up and down a few times. When I went to pull my hand away he asked my if it felt like it was getting harder, and without having to be told, I grabbed ahold of his big dick again and started to shake it and squeeze it.

“Whoa! it is getting harder. Look at it!” I said.

“Wow! see if you can make it get even harder!” He said taking another look back to make sure the coast was clear.

I started to push, pull, shake, and wiggle the massive dick making it grow even longer and harder by the second. He reached down and repositioned my hand so my fingers where now curled over the top instead of the bottom. He said that he dick liked my push and pull hand saked the best, and that exactly what I started to do. I might be just my young age, but even when I think back on it now, I’d sware that his cock had to be a foot long.

“Dang mister! Look how much bigger I made it get!” I said, pushing his towel back so he could see.

“Don’t stop kiddo! – Do it for a full minute as fast as you can” He said.

I stroked that man’s cock so fast that the image of my hand moving up and down it’s length was nothing but a blur. I knew that whatever it was called that I was doing to this giant dick felt really good for the man. All I got was sweaty, a sore shoulder, and a wrist cramp. But none of that mattered once I was rewarded with the most amazing sight I had even seen before. The man started talking really dirty but somehow I knew that it wasn’t meant to be mean.

“Fuck Kiddo! – You’re really gonna make me cum! – I can’t fucking believe it!” He said.

“I’m gonna make you do what, mister?” I said.

“Shut up and keep stroking my cock! – You’re so good at it! – You’re a natural born cock knocker!”

“Thank’s mister!” I said.

I went right back to stroking his bone really fast and he started telling me to say different things. I didn’t really know what they meant, and he had to have me repeat them a few times until I got them right. So I just started saying these different things, and I now realize that hearing them in my young voice while I stroked his cock must have been a dream come ture. He asked me to say things like:

“Am I gonna make you cum all over mister?”

“Only dirty boys like to milk daddy-sized dicks, right mister?”

“I wish you where my daddy. I’d milk your dick everyday?”

That was about all that the man needed to hear. I knew that something was about to happen because the man sort of returned back to earth and called me “Kiddo” again. Just a few minutes earlier I was a dirty little dick stroker, and a soon to be cocksucker. But know the man was gently rubbing the top of my head and whsipering loudly as his body began to jerk and his knees started to buckle.

“Oh kiddo! – Here it comes baby! – Look at what your making me do! – Oh shit kiddo! – I’m gonna cum!
I’m gonna cum! – Oh fuck! – I’m cumming! – Yeah I’m cumming! – Oh fuck! – Look at it!

I saw long stringy ropes of white goop fly out of the mans giant boner and right over my shoulder. Then it happen again but this time I felt it splatter all over my shoulder and on the front of my chest. The next one hit me right on the face and I could feel a wad of it dangling from my chin.

The man grabbed my towel from the floor and had all of his cum wiped off of me in half the time that it took for him to shoot it all over me. I sat there and watched the man get dressed and he looked like a different person once he had all of his clothes on. I knew that I’d never see this man again and he must have known it too. So he left me with a little going away present. My first blow-job, and orgasm, and he did it in less then sixty seconds. But for the rest of my life, it would be the most memorable 60 seconds of my life.

“Hey kiddo! – Stand up here behind the door, I gotta pay you back for making me cum so good?” He said.

In less then 5 seconds I was standing inside of the man’s locker with my swimsuit in my hand. I felt a wet warm feeling all over my stiffy and when I looked down, I saw that the man had leaned forward and put my entire boner into his mouth and he was sucking on it. Not just sucking, but he was sliding his tongue up and down the bottom side of my boner while he sucked it. I could feel this tingly pressure building up at the base of my bone and quickly summized that since my dick was to little to stroke like I had done to his, he used his mouth on mine and had actually succeeded in sucking the hot sperm out of my dick. I kept trying to warn him, but he just igmored me.

“Oh mister! – something is happening! Hey mister! did you hear me?”

-no responce-

“Hey mister! STOP! I think I’m gonna pee!” I hissed.

-no responce-

“Mister! I think my sperm is gonna shoot out like yours did! – Stop! or it will squirt in your mouth.” I said

-no responce-

“It’s gonna squirt mister! – Here it comes! – It’s squirting! – Oh no! I’m squirting in your mouth! – Fuck mister! It’s shooting in your mouth!” – I’m squirting! – I’m squirting! – Oh man I’m really squirting!” I said.

“You sure did, and it was yummy kiddo!, thanks.” He said

“That’s icky mister! – You drank my sperms! – YUCK!” I said.

He left me with the impression that I had shoot my hot sperm into his mouth, but I’d soon learn that he’d actually just sucked my through my first dry cum. He didn’t say much after that, he just got dressed and walked away and left me there dizzy from my first orgasm, still as hard as a rock, and with a knot still in my swimsuit. I hadn’t even asked him what his name was. He has always remained as simply “mister” whenever I thought about him and that first time some 30 odd years ago.

I hadn’t even realized that “mister” was just the first in a long line of many more “misters” whom would find their way into my life over the years. But Mister #1 gave me much more then that, he gave me unspoken knowledge that I didn’t even realize that I had until I put it to work.

I’m not sure why I implimented this particular guideline going forward, but I just knew that it was in my best interest to never talk about that passed. The rule was simple: No matter what I saw, did, or was taught. I was always seeing it, doing it, or learning it for the very first time, even if I wasn’t. It was important that each of them always believed that they where the first, and that they’re ability to seduce is what had won me over. About 2 months later I had an opportunity to follow this new guideline.

I was shopping for new school clothes at The May Company with my mother. She would always try and drag me down to the bargin basement knowing that she’d be hard pressed to find anything in a boys size 14 slim. I disapper to the third floor which was evenly divided between housewares, appliances, and toy’s. Of course at 9:10 am on a Saturday morning, the 3rd floor wasn’t exactly Grand Central Station. I had to pee and spotted one loan employee on the whole third floor and asked her if there was a boys bathroom close by.

“No, but there’s a men’s restroom right over there.” She said pointing to a sign not more then 20 feet away.

I headed towards the restroom sign and found that it was actually down a long hallway another 30 feet or so passed the sign. I finally made it into the restroom and was already in the process of finshing out my dick as I walked up to only one of the standup pissers. I’d sware that this guy materalized out of thin air because I never heard a sound and didn’t know that I wasn’t alone until I saw him approching from the corner of my eye. I was startled and looked right up at him and he apologized for scaring me. Even with my head tilted upward towards his face, I could see from my perifiral vision that his pants where pulled down nearly to his knees, and that he had a big boner sticking out in front of him. I could see him flicking it up and down but didn’t look directly at it. Even seeing it from the corner of my eye was good enough to make me pop a mean boner.

“Wow! – You’ve got a pretty big dick for a little kid.” He said.

Hearing him say that was like hearing the starter pistol at a relay race. Because we where off and running towards sexy fun much faster then I ever had with mister #1. I thanked him for the kind words about the size of my dick and took that as an invitation to look directly at his.

“Whoa! – Look at your’s – Holy crap! – I’ve never seen one that big before!” I said.

“Feel how hard it is.” He said.

He turned and facied me while I placed my hand right around the center of his hard cock. It wasn’t as big as the other cocks that I’d seen, but this guy was much younger and I couldn’t wait any longer to get down to what I knew that he wanted. I just had to do it in a way that made him believe that he was seducing me into doing more-and-more along that way.

“Nah! I don’t think that I’m supposed to touch grown-up dicks and stuff, am I?” I said.

“I did when I was a kid. I played with my neighbors big ol’ cock. He offered to let some of my buddies play with it too, but they where too chicken.” The man said.

“I’m not chicken! – Somebody could walk in see us. Look at how far down you pants are already ” I said.

“What’s wrong with how far my pants are pulled down?” He asked.

“Nobody pulls them down that far but little kids! – Jeeze mister! – You might as well be naked!” I said.

“Good idea! – Follow me.” He said.

He turned and walked towards the toilet stalls and directed me to go into the stall and lock the door behind me while he went into the next stall. I locked the door and felt kind of silly just standing waiting for the next command. He asked me to make sure that the door to my stall was locked and I double checked it.

“Yes! – It’s locked” I said

“Okay then! – Close your eyes and cound to ten.” He said, and I did it.

When I opened my eyes I got startled again because he was standing ontop of the toilet inside of my stall, and he was completely naked. It was obvious that he’d crawled under the partition, but I played along like it was magic, and even more amazed over his nakedness.

“Holy Crap! you’re totally naked mister!” I said

“Well…you said that I might as well be naked, so Ta-Dah!” He said.

“Where are all of your clothes?” I asked.

He told me to look under the partition. He had folded his pants on the edge of the toilet with the legs draped down to the floor. He even set a shoe under each pant leg and it really looked like someone was sitting on the toilet. He looked at my hard dick which was still sticking out of my open fly and asked me how old I was, and what I had done to make my cock so big.

“I’m almost 12, and why do you call it a cock?” I asked.

He said he called it a cock because that’s what it was. He said that little boys have pee-pee’s, boy’s around my age have dicks, but guy’s like us have cocks. I told him that he had the biggest cock that I’ve ever seen and the compliment seemed to make him melt.

“Oh you’re just saying that to me nice.” He said.

“No I’m not! – Look at this thing mister! – You could fit three of my cocks inside that monster!” I said.

“Show me your balls.” He said

I played it as if I was shy and slowly pulled at the side of my pants while he took a seat on the toilet in front of me. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough for him and he gave me a hand by tugging my pants and underware all the way down to the floor. He told me to raise my arms and in a flash he had pulled my T-shirt right off of me. I was now almost as naked as he was. He reched out and started to play with my balls and it felt really nice.

“Damn little man! By this time next year, these babies are gonna be twice as big and able to shoot ton’s of creamy cum.” He said.

“Creamy what?” I inquired.

“Cum, you know? Sperm.” He said.

“No way! I won’t even be 13 yet. My cousin said that guys don’t make sperm until their in high school.”

“Yeah well, your cousin is full of shit becuase I was shooting sperm in the 7th grade, and dry cumming since I was like 9-years old.”

“What’s dry cumming?” I asked.

He said that he’d show me exactly what dry cumming was, but it would make more sense if I watched him wet cum first. I didn’t question his reasoning and watched as he started to stroke his cock. It looked to be in the area of 7 to 7 1/2 inches and not a whole lot thicker then mine already was.