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Charlie's Problem
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

Because of his outsized genitals, a young man has 
terrible and wonderful problems. (MF-teens, inc, 1st, 
size)

***

Charlie Small ran through the showers and quickly 
dressed, ignoring the fact that he was very wet. He 
smacked down his cock, yanked up his trousers and 
wiggled into his t-shirt and hurried out of the locker 
room with his shoes and socks in his hand before the 
juniors got in from their softball games. Charlie was a 
young ninth-grader, just thirteen and pretty small for 
his age, five-six and barely a hundred pounds. 

He did PE with the upperclassmen because of his odd 
schedule that had him taking calculus and AP biology. 
He was a bit of a nerd. But the reason he showered so 
quickly and got out of the locker room so fast was that 
the guys he had gym with gave him a hard time, called 
him names and made fun of him. Painful wedgies were the 
least of his worries.

Charlie's problem was his genitals. They had matured in 
the last six months while the rest of him had not. He 
had never shaved nor did he have much in the way of 
pubic hair, but he had a set of male appendages that 
were the envy of many of his peers and since they hung 
from such a child-like body, they seemed even more 
outsized. The family doctor assured him that this was 
peculiar but still within the normal range and that the 
boy would have a growth spurt, get taller and heavier 
and hairier soon; he would, as his father put it, catch 
up with his cock. 

And Charlie's cock had to be seen to be believed. 
Shrunken, at rest and collapsed in on itself, it looked 
completely normal, thumb sized, and only his outsized 
testicles seemed odd, rather distended and 
disproportionate, hanging like a pair of duck eggs in a 
wrinkled sack. But aroused, stimulated and tumescent, 
as these days he often was in a school filled with 
jiggling adolescent girls, Charlie's penis grew and 
swelled until it hung down more than a half-foot so 
that it looked like a fat sausage or hard salami arched 
over his well-filled balls. 

He had to be extra careful when he wore shorts for the 
end of his penis often emerged, seeking comfort. This 
was the turgid condition, often produced by the 
stinging shower spray, that got the boy ridicule and 
coarse nicknames in the locker room. Charlie was not 
aware that envy was also a part of the equation.

But no one at school, or in the doctor's office for 
that matter, no one except the boy himself had seen 
Charlie's member full engorged, lustfully aroused and 
stiffly filled with blood. Those painful and 
embarrassing erections were now becoming more frequent, 
and Charlie often had to stuff his cock down his leg 
and walk with a limp to conceal his condition. At home, 
with the help of various porn sites, Kovacq's sadistic 
artwork, a few old magazines and a vivid imagination, 
Charlie masturbated almost every day, filling wads of 
Kleenex and moaning with release. If he missed a day of 
self abuse, his sheets showed that wet dreams were a 
recurrent night-time problem. Obviously, his balls were 
working overtime, doing their job and then some.

The first person to see the boy's humongous manhood in 
all of its wondrous glory was his pretty sister, 
Jennifer, who was seventeen and a very popular and 
sexually active senior. She walked into Charlie's room 
to use his computer one Saturday afternoon and there he 
sat before his glowing screen in his underwear with 
this enormous rocket rising from between his thighs, 
its reddish head well above the tabletop and looking as 
big as his wireless mouse, his left hand clasped about 
its thick base in a reversed position, two fingers on 
his balls, his teeth clamped over his lower lip, his 
hips in motion as if he were riding a horse.

"Migawd!" the girl cried, closing the door as her 
brother turned toward her and tried to push his rearing 
cock down and back into his boxers. On the screen a 
big-boobed female bounced on a thick prick to the sound 
of pulsing hard rock, her silicone jugs flailing up and 
down. 

"Jennifer," Charlie cried, "you're supposed to knock." 
He fumbled for the switch and turned off his computer, 
red-faced with embarrassment as his hard penis jumped 
in his other hand like a trapped wild animal. He wanted 
to flee, but Jennifer was in the way.

"Damn Charlie," said the girl, crossing the room, her 
eyes locked on his squirming member, a startling eel 
with a very fat head, "come on; let me see it." She 
pulled his hands away from his groin and his big, young 
cock jumped up and stuck straight out, stiff and proud, 
stretching his skin, looking nearly a foot long and at 
least as big around as the handle of her tennis racket, 
its eye staring right at her. She grasped his member 
and stroked it to the quivering head, feeling the hard 
ridge and palming the helmet-shaped crown. 

"It's beautiful," she whispered, gripping it with her 
other hand, dropping to her knees and kissing and 
tonguing his glans as she stroked back down the hot 
shaft to his globular scrotum, now about the size of a 
baseball. "Wow," she sighed, as she gently grasped his 
pulsing balls with her right hand, his thick rod with 
her left and opened her mouth.

"No, don't," the boy sobbed as his beautiful sister 
mouthed the crown of his painfully hard cock and licked 
it round and round, her lower teeth raking at its base. 
"Please don't, Jennifer. Please." He had been at it for 
nearly an hour and was nearing his second ejaculation 
of the afternoon. He had often thought her when he lay 
on his back and let his upright cock jump and flex 
without touching it, pictured her easing herself down 
on his rigid manhood, pretended to suck her big tits 
with a knuckle in his mouth.

The girl, who was taller, heavier and stronger than her 
brother, ignored his pleas and began bobbing on his 
thick shaft, looking up at him with her bright blue 
eyes and humming deep in her throat. Jennifer 
considered herself a pro at giving head, had sucked a 
couple of dozen guys and left each and every one of 
them highly satisfied as well as thoroughly emptied and 
completely sated. But she had never had anything like 
her little brother's huge penis in her mouth, and it 
frightened her since her maw was already full and she 
still had both hands on his throbbing shaft. 

If felt as if she were trying to swallow the fat end of 
a baseball bat, and she knew she was about to gag. She 
was sure she could not swallow anything so big and so 
hard so she did her best to stroke him and suck him, 
and Charlie closed his eyes and buried his hands in his 
sister's golden curls, feeling his balls churn and his 
prick jump, nearing another messy climax as his brain 
turned to mush and his pelvis moved mechanically. 

He had never felt such pleasure, hadn't thought it was 
possible although he had seen hundreds of cocks being 
sucked on the Internet and had watched his own massive 
member jet out ribbons of thick cum over hoarded 
centerfolds. He heard himself gasping out a series of 
cries and sobs and began pushing in and pulling away.

Jennifer shook her head from side to side; moving 
Charlie's cock from cheek to cheek and then pulled back 
with a sucking plop and looked up at the boy. 
"Charlie," she sighed, both hands holding down his 
rearing ram which had jumped up as if on a steel 
spring, "want to fuck me?"

"Aren't you a virgin?" he asked as he helped her to her 
feet and watched in awe as she pulled her clinging t-
shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He had never 
seen a girl's bare chest, never seen a set of female 
breasts and his sister's were beauts, high and firm, 
more than handfuls and topped by dark nipples that now 
jutted out, hard and erect. Jennifer's jugs were 
perhaps her best feature, a rack that drew most male 
eyes when she entered a room. She was rightly proud of 
them and enjoyed having boys' mouths and hands make 
love to them. She had even allowed several to tit-fuck 
her.

"Uh uh," Jennifer said, tossing her head, "I lost it 
when I was your age and Uncle Dave came to visit. You 
must take after him, Charlie, because he was awful big. 
I was sore for a week." She pulled Charlie's' face into 
her deep cleavage and let him nuzzle her melons.

Holding his throbbing cock firmly as if it were a 
handle, Jennifer backed up to the boy's bed and sat on 
the side after squirming out of her shorts and tiny 
underpants. She had shaved her pubic hair to a small 
triangle for her new bikini so when she spread her legs 
Charlie got a good look at both her pouting labia and 
her glowing inner lips. His sister was obviously wet, 
in fact dripping. 

Using both hands, the smiling girl brought her young 
brother's hard cock to her moist and quivering vagina, 
rubbed its dripping head up and down her slit, nudged 
her excited clit a time or two and then set its 
sensitive glans at the small opening of her seldom-
entered sex. "Push," she said, gritting her teeth, sure 
he was going to not only fill her but drive his immense 
member right into her uterus. Lust and fear mixed in 
her heart. Lust triumphed. Her hips moved her belly 
outward, eager to be impaled. She closed her eyes.

Charlie whimpered as he watched his gnarled shaft 
disappear inch by inch between his sister's infolded 
lips, a huge, vein-covered piston in a hot and flexible 
cylinder. When he was less than halfway in, she stopped 
him with a hand on his chest and said, her voice 
trembling and her knees wobbling, "Back up some." She 
had never felt anything like the boy's eager horn. It 
was devouring her. He had already reached places no man 
had ever touched, not even Uncle Dave. She was being 
deflowered for a second time. She could feel her flesh 
being stretched to the tearing point.

The boy looked down and saw his sister's glistening 
pink lips emerge along with his thick pole. He 
swallowed and felt her inner folds massaging his aching 
penis wonderfully, felt his blood pulsing in his ears 
and his swollen testicles drawing up tightly at the 
base of his massive spear. Lava began to flow. He 
kneaded her breasts and pinched gently at her hard 
nipples, prepared to spear her again, eager to tear her 
apart. Charlie's cock now owned his body and it was 
enveloping his sister.

"OK," she said, licking her lips and trying not to show 
her apprehension, after enjoying a minor climax, "now 
in and out, gently but deeply. You're doing good." Her 
breathing was getting rather ragged, and Charlie's 
position and the size of his weapon were driving her 
clitoris crazy, rubbing it raw, mashing it sideways, 
butting it up and down.

Charlie began fucking his luscious sister in earnest, 
his hands filled with her warm breasts and his cock 
moving faster and deeper into her. Each fierce ram took 
him inward and upward another inch or so. "Jennifer," 
he sobbed as their young flesh smacked together, "what 
about, you know, condoms?" He licked her left tit, 
sucked it into his mouth, nibbled it and moved his 
hands down to grasp her hard buttocks. She came again, 
snapping her head from side to side until hair covered 
her sweating face.

The girl gritted her teeth, wrapped her long legs about 
his waist, pulled him to her and gasped, "No problem. 
Harder! Deeper!" She felt a third climax roiling within 
her. He gathered himself, backed up a bit and thrust as 
hard as he could, mashing their bellies together and 
breaching her cervix. She fainted with an odd, warbling 
cry, went completely limp and sagged to the floor, 
leaving Charlie standing there with a dripping prick 
which jumped upward as it pulled free of the girl's 
clinging grasp and her clit's tiny hood. His big cock 
smacked his stomach and then stood, almost upright, 
demanding friction, a firey mast, a fleshy spire, a 
stone-hard obilisk. 

Charlie hurried to the bathroom, his immense member 
bobbling along before him, got a glass of water and 
returned to his prone sister just as she regained her 
senses. She sipped the water and smiled at him. "What 
happened?" she asked quietly as she reached out to pet 
his huge cock head which jerked in appreciation and 
oozed lubricant.

"Maybe we ought to quit. The folks will be home soon." 
Charlie got to his feet and offered her a hand.

"Don't you want me to, you know, get you off?" she 
asked, holding his soggy prick with her right hand and 
pushing back her golden hair with her left.

"It's OK, honest. We can do it again sometime, can't 
we?"

She smiled. "Tonight, when I get back from the movie, 
you come to my room. Promise?" she said squeezing his 
thick male member and producing a bubble of pre-cum, 
aware that she could barely get her fingers around his 
hard thing and that something wet was sliding down the 
inside of her thighs.

Charlie nodded and watched his sister pick up her 
clothes and hurry away, bare assed, battered sex lips 
fluttering. He went back to his computer and to the 
porn site he had been enjoying. He wondered if it had 
really happened, and he stroked his sore cock, feeling 
his sister's juices on its whole length. He smiled and 
licked his lips. Tonight.

Jennifer, meanwhile, was on her cell phone and soon a 
half-dozen senior girls knew that she had a brother 
with a huge boner, a brother who was a virgin but was 
not going to be one much longer.

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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