I woke up looking skywards with the words drifting down from above in a hazy miasma of confusion.  It took several moments for me to grasp their meaning.

“Are you all right? Can you hear me?  Dude, you’re scaring me!”

My head swiveled to the left and the right and I noticed that a pair of feet was straddling my head.  I blinked and my eyes swiveled upwards as I followed the path of the muscular, tanned legs upwards past the knees, past the spreading mass of the very toned thighs and then to a bulging mass that seemed to hang down and gain more weight as it neared my upturned gaze.  The material of the blue and white checkered cloth that enclosed what I knew was Don’s package seemed to be near bursting due to the strain of the weight of his hefty shaft and large, cushiony scrotum.  Even higher was his head peering down at me from over that obscene growth.

“What happened?”  I stammered.

“You were trying to lift a weight I had just finished with when you tried to move it, you grunted uselessly 3 or 4 times and then you jerked it so hard you fingers lost their grip and you fell over backwards and smacked your head on the floor.  I better check your head and neck.”

Don squatted over me and his testicles and cock bounced against my forehead with a fleshy slap.  My hand went instinctively up to my face and I rubbed the now tender front of my head.  “Watch it!” I mewled weakly.

Don looked down and laughed.  “Oops!  I didn’t mean to give you another concussion.”  He scooted his feet and legs back and then his hands came down and felt my head and neck.  “You’ve got a nasty bump on the back of your head and now you’ve got a bruise on the front.  I saw you move your head earlier, so if you can move your legs and feet, I think we can rule out any paralysis.

I did as he asked and then he stood up and hoisted me lightly up like a child and I stood on wobbly legs looking down into his dark eyes.  I nearly fell again, but lifted me like a rag doll and carried me towards the locker room.

It was pretty dark when we first got in there.  Don had insisted that I start working out with him.  He liked to arrive at 4:30 AM and aside from the girl at the desk that opened the door to let us in, the gym was empty.

 He laid me on a bench and I slowly sat up.  I was eye level with his well muscled abdomen and the bulging workout briefs he wore.  My throat felt dry, I gulped and looked up.  “How you feeling now?” Don asked.

“I guess better.  Man, talk about embarrassing, I knocked myself out and then you carried me like a girl back here.”

“Look, you can’t try to lift what I do the first week you start to work out.  I’ve been building this body for years and you just started.”  I noticed that he involuntarily flexed himself as he spoke and his muscles hardened and his veins jutted out.  He relaxed and said  “Let’s grab a sauna and clear our heads.”

He sauntered over to the towel rack and grabbed two.  He threw me mine and then he shimmied out of his top and shorts right in front of me.  He held up the towel for inspection and I was treated to seeing his enviable massiveness for 15 or 20 seconds before he wrapped it around himself.  I blushed, stood up and turned around, pulled off my top and slowly pulled down my shorts.  Don chuckled, “Man, you don’t need to be shy – I’ve seen that little pud of yours a number of times the past few months.  Remember when Becca held it up next to mine?  Anyway, you don’t have much…I mean, anything to hide from me anymore, heh heh.”

I timidly wrapped the towel around my waist as we walked towards the sauna door.  As we entered, Don stopped at the bucket and used the ladle to add more water to the coals to make more steam.  I sat down gratefully on the bench and put my hands on my knees.  That caused my legs to spread and I got to feel the warm steam against my inner thighs.

Don sat down next to me and put his arms over his head and leaned his back against the higher bench behind us and stretched out his legs.  I nervously looked over his shorter but way more muscled body and compared my paunchy one to him.  Don definitely had an intimidating physique and his manhood would make any other guy feel inadequate.  It was just overwhelmingly so for me since my own sexual organs were probably average…for a twelve year old.

I looked at the long, thick bulge that snaked above his left leg under his towel.  Don must have noticed my stare because he slowly spread his legs and I heard a distinct thump as his tackle hit the bench below him.  Now that it wasn’t twisted over this thigh, the head of his penis and a bit of the shaft hung down and outside the towel around his waist.  I blinked in amazement and I’m sure that my jaw swung down.

“Oh for Chrissakes, Ronnie, why do you act so surprised every time you see my huge cock?  Haven’t you been humiliated and belittled by it enough that you would never forget its superiority to anything you’ve ever seen before?  Oh – what is that I’m seeing down there?!  Are you trying to prove you’re a man too?!”

I had put the fold of my towel to the front and my dicklette was straining to pop out of the gap in the cloth between the ends.  It was getting harder and harder, but hardly any bigger.  Don laughed softly as I tried to cover my embarrassing predicament, but he grabbed my wrists before I could hide my erection and he pulled my arms behind my back.  He crossed them and then held both wrists with a single, strong hand.  His left hand drifted down towards my abdomen.

He flicked my dick head with his index finger a couple of times and then put that finger and his thumb on either side of my stubby shaft and started to squeeze.  “You know, I might have been this small when I was a little boy, but my hands were smaller too so it never seemed this puny.  Maybe I should just squeeze until I pop you like a pimple?  Surely nobody would miss this tiny, useless dick…except maybe you?!  Is this as hard as you get?  It feels so soft and squishy in my grip.  Maybe I’m squeezing you even smaller?!  God, how pathetic would that be?!”

Tears came to my eyes as the pain increased.  He IS squeezing me smaller, I thought.  Pretty soon I’d never be able to stretch outside my zipper to dribble pee again.  I’d never be able to stoke myself off with my thumb and finger since it would be a nub too tiny to grip!  Prostitutes would throw money back in my face and say things like, “I don’t screw dickless guys!” and walk out in a huff.  All these thoughts ran through my brain as his vice like grip seemed to tighten inexorably more.  When I looked down through my watery eyes, it seemed like I was less than half my normal size in his iron grip.

“Shit, did I pop that white head or is that pathetic pus leaking out what you call cum?” Don sneered.

I looked down and saw little droplets of cum roll out of my urethra and onto his digits and drizzle on the towel.  He pulled his hand away and put his fingers in front of my face and ordered “Clean it, you fag!”  My eyes blinked and my tongue came out hesitantly and started to work its way up and down their sides.  He stuck his thumb in my mouth and I sucked it and my tongue licked lasciviously when the slightly salty taste appeared.  He repeated the same with his index finger.

My excellent finger sucking seemed to have an effect on Don as well.  In the peripheral vision of my left eye, I noticed a cylindrical shape pushing up against cottony towel.  As it lifted, more and more cock shaft extended beyond the bottom of the “modesty towel” that was around Don’s waist.  He released my wrists and challenged me to “Try to squeeze THIS smaller you pansy assed pussy!”  His cobra cock peeled its foreskin back and was standing at attention.  The head was redder than the rest of his yellow tinged Asian cock.

I rubbed my wrists to get the blood flowing and then I grabbed his shaft like a batter.  There was an inch of shaft below my lower hand and his entire head and another ½ inch of shaft was above my upper hand.  I steeled myself and started to apply more pressure in my grip.  My hands also worked up and down along the veiny surface of the shaft involuntarily.  I exerted my maximum squeeze, but instead of collapsing his cock, the surface slowly expanded!  My middle fingers could no longer reach my thumb tips as Don’s diameter and length increased methodically. 

He seemed way further north of 10 inches to me and he laughed again “Man, you can’t squeeze worth shit!  My cock has more muscles than your hands apparently.  Damn this is funny!”

His cock seemed to blot out the horizon of my vision as it loomed larger and larger in my little, tiny hands.  I realized my head was just inches away from his pulsating giant.  I guess my face just naturally gravitated towards it in awe.  I glanced down and saw his huge testicles shaking almost imperceptibly and lethargically while I ministered to his column of flesh.  One side of his scrotum was bigger than both my balls together.  I remembered the huge amount of cum I’d seen Don unleash on his girlfriend and my former one.

Don leaned back and said, “Ummmm, you can suck it if you like.  I can feel your breath on my piss hole already!”  His hand reached around my sore head and forced my face and my open mouth down to his hot, steaming shaft of sin.

His strong hand pushed my head down on his cock and I felt his large head spread my jaw to the point of cracking.  He started to leak pre-cum and I felt it going down my throat and rolling down my fingers to his factory sized balls.  The puddle that was building up on his towel started to leak down the front of the bench in the sauna.

I worked hard to get his entire head into my mouth.  I hadn’t had this much in there since I was a kid and I tried to stuff 4 packs of Bazooka Joe into my mouth for maximum bubble gum flavor.  His head started to poke past my tonsils and I felt shaft following the lead of the front line.  My gag reflex started to engage, but Don would not let that happen and he forced my head further down his massive dong.  “You’re doing good Little Ronnie.  Only my girlfriend could take more than what I’ve stuffed in your mouth so far.  Are you going to let a 98 pound little Vietnamese chick suck down more cock than you?  You!  Aren’t you a big, burly, cocksucking white boy?!”

That fired up my resolve and I almost detached my jaw like an anaconda trying to engulf a goat.  Soon Don said I had half his cock in and he wanted to beat the ¾ suck his girlfriend was capable of delivering.  He was exhorting me with sayings like “C’mon!  You’re so close to being a full cock-sucking bitch!”  “You nearly got it Little Ronnie.  Even if your cock is tiny, you can at least handle a big one and that’s something you can be proud of!”  Slowly ¾ of his cock slid into my accommodating mouth and esophagus.  “Nearly there Ronnie, c’mon don’t let me down!”

With a final, Herculean effort, I managed to suck his shaft until my nose reached his dark black pubes.  “Damn, you are more of a cock-sucking whore than my girl!  You are doing great Ronnie, now slide up and down as fast as you can!”

The speed of my sucking back and forth increased dramatically now that I knew he wasn’t going to dig out my brains with that mouth spear.  Don closed his eyes and said “Good, good, mmmm, good!  Keep going you dickless little cocksucker!  Suck a superior man’s cock!”

My lower hand slipped off the shaft and started to massage his left nut.  My head bobbed up and down madly.  I felt something churning in his scrotum and his pre-cum lead started to leak even more profusely.  Don’s head went back and he yelled “Suck my cum until you drown you little bitch!”

His howitzer started shooting load after load down my throat into my stomach.  He started to pull away and when his cock finally popped out of my overloaded mouth and cream filled throat and stomach, it started unloading barrages of thick, manly spunk on my face and chest.  There was no doubt that any girl who had encountered this cum cannon would have become instantly pregnant.  I thought that Don must use at least 3 condoms to try to hold this bursting dam in.

Don stood up and I slipped to the floor with my hands grasping his steel–muscled legs.  His huge dangling cock was mocking my own pathetic penile development but I didn’t mind, because Don reached down and stroked the hair on top of my head, winked and said “We’ll have to work out again tomorrow!”