Luckily my perverted friend Ben still invited me over to his house for Hustler, Gallery, Chic and Penthouse parties. Ben wore thick rimmed glasses, had a gut, unruly curly hair, and a middling sized cock. Still next to me, he looked like a porn star. I think that was why he encouraged our jack off sessions. He no longer was competitive about the volume of cum or things like that with me, but he seemed to enjoy jerking off with me in the same room. Since I was looking at high quality porn, I was glad to participate as well.

One weekend, his father was away and we got to watch adult movies that he had rented from the local video store. I was fascinated at the slutty fashion the women got on with their pool boys, patients, plumbers and pizza delivery men. The women were either decent to hot, but the guys were ugly to handsome, but they all seemed to possess very respectable to monster sized cocks. The cum shots that some of them displayed were gargantuan!

One video that especially caught my attention was the story of a sex clinic that was run by female doctors. One slutty blond “scientist” was leading a horny brunette through the clinic when they came to a back room. On the examining table was Ron Jeremy with his huge erection towering up even over his hairy gut. He was in suspended animation or a medical coma and the blond explained, “When this guy first got here, he was only 5 inches long! Now look at him, he’s 11 inches long and he can satisfy any woman!” Of course they blew and mounted him moaning like they had just experienced the ecstasy of St. Theresa. I busted a nut right there just thinking how cool it would be to go to a clinic like that and grow to be even 5 inches long!

I have to admit that I stole a few issues of Hustler, Chic, Penthouse and Gallery from time to time. I hid them under my bed (I later found out my Mom knew about them but she never confronted me about it). I found the Penthouse Letters about the ladies who cuckolded their midget dicked husbands with brawny tradesman and black lawn keepers were fascinating. The sentence “I teased her with the first four inches before plunging in the other eight” seems to stand out in my memory. In one Hustler magazine there was a pictorial called “Food of the Gawds” which had a Roman centurion buying two blond slaves only to find out that the cheapness of the pair was due to the fact that one was a shemale! He didn’t mind as long as his grapes where peeled and he was serviced appropriately. Seeing the shemale straddling the slavegirl’s head with an erection as big as the centurion’s (that was plowing into the girl’s pussy) soon began to turn me on quite a bit. The last picture showed the centurion plunging into the girl doggy style with the shemale about to do the same to his bare ass. I could only imagine what that would have felt like and I wanted to have a cock approaching the size of that lady’s on page 42!

I did fall for a few things in the back of these magazines. The “Add 4 inches in just 4 weeks” ad was just for a hollow piece of plastic that was shaped like a penis and had a strap that was supposed to keep in in place. I put it on, but it never felt good because my dick was bouncing around the opening of the plastic shaft and I couldn’t feel anything else on my sensitive skin. The strap was very thin as well and after a couple of sessions of jacking my “new, larger, better” cock, it came apart. I couldn’t keep the artificial penis on my body and I knew it would be pointless to try to fuck a girl with this. That was $30 from my birthday fund blown to hell.

The second item was an authentic John Holmes penis pump with a scale in the tube. I paid nearly $75 for this and when it came, I read the instructions and found some cocoa butter to put on the rubberized opening of the “expansion cylinder”. I pumped nearly nightly for 3 months and my dick did feel a little bigger in my hand after releasing it from the vacuum at first. However, my measurements were not showing any appreciable gains the next morning – the expansion was very temporary in nature. I should have suspected when I noticed the scale printed inside the tube started a 4” when it was really about 2” from the bottom. Even more worrisome, my dick started to look very red and hurt sometimes, so I decided to give it a rest.

Unfortunately, I told Ben about my recent purchases. It wasn’t too much longer before others heard about the cheap penis pump I had bought. Eugene asked me to come to his house Friday night and to “Bring that cock vacuum thingie over – I have to check that out!” “Ah man, that junkie thing doesn’t even work,” I stated. “That’s cool – I just want to see how it operates, “ replied Eugene.

When Friday arrived, I packed my gym bag with clean underwear, a shirt, a pair of shorts and buried the John Holmes pump at the bottom. I also brought along a sleeping bag per Eugene’s instructions. I carried it over to the Chow residence with a bit of trepidation and a strange feeling of excitement.

When I got there, Mrs. Chow let me in and said the boys were upstairs. I found out that Ben, Alex and Eugene were already in Eugene’s room and had their sleeping bags out. Mrs. Chow came up with a tray of cookies and 4 glasses of milk. She handed it out by stooping next to us as we lay on the floor and I was sure that I had caught the sight of her dainty white lace panties and the black bush that showed through the porous material. I felt my soldier standing at attention. We promised to brush our teeth and be in bed by 11:30 for her.

When she left and closed the door, we all made soft comments like “She bought it!” “We’re staying up all night!” “Parents are so stupid, aren’t they?!” A few minutes later, Eugene said “Hey Ben and Ronnie, didja bring the stuff?!” I said “Yes” and guessed at what Ben was asked to supply. I was not disappointed when he brought out some well-thumbed magazines.

I pulled out the Holmes pump and Ben said “Man, that thing looks pathetic. That cost $75?! That’s a rip off.” Eugene nodded and said, “I agree. However, I want to try it out anyway. Do you mind?” I shook my head and handed it and the cocoa butter over to him. “The cream is supposed to make the rubber seal tighter on your skin so the vacuum works better” I told him.

Eugene unzipped his sleeping bag and got onto his knees. I saw that he was had been naked already. His uncircumcised cock and balls dangled down lazily between his legs. I clucked my tongue and said “Are you bigger?!” He stood and reached to his desk and pulled out the drawer and then grabbed that infamous measuring tape, his pad and a pen. “Probably, would you do the honors again?” he asked me. He then picked up a magazine and turned a few pages and rubbed himself. His dangling cock filled with blood and slowly rose up. His hardness was amazing as his cock nearly went parallel to his belly when it got fully aroused.

“OK Ronnie, please measure me now.” I had to bend his cock downwards so that I could get the measuring tape situated. I reverently unrolled it across the top of his veiny shaft and said, “Whoa! You’re 21.36 cm long!” I wrapped it around his most fat part and announced “You’re 13.68 cm around.” Ben had not seen this before and he was stunned by the site of Eugene’s massive Asian cock.

“Uh oh”

“What?”

“You should be soft before you put it into the pump. That’s what the directions say.”

Eugene said, “That’s no problem, since you’re already down there, why don’t you make me cum so I can soften up?” I nervously gripped his throbbing shaft with both hands and started to stroke him. I couldn’t help it – I never felt anything so large and hot before in my life.

He nodded and said “That’s good Ronnie, now lick the head and try to swallow it.” I was in thrall to his massive cock and hastened to comply with his wishes. My tongue darted around his head and shaft and my hands continued to stroke from his balls to nearly the head and the excess foreskin that was now peeled back. The big yellow dick started to push its way into my eager mouth and soon I felt the bumpy shaft going across my tongue and into my throat.

I noticed some movement to either side of me and saw that Ben and Alex were standing on either side of us and slowly massaging their cocks. I worked slowly, lovingly on Eugene’s man root and I looked up like a lost waif into his downturned gaze. He smiled and said “Oh fuck, you know I can’t take those puppy dog eyes! I’m going to blow!” His shaft started to quiver and quake and just before he blew, he stepped back, grabbed his cock from my hands and aimed his fleshy cannon at my face. I opened my mouth and was soon greeted with gobs of gooey gunk on my hair, nose, chin, chest and in my gaping orifice.

“Quick, measure Ben and Alex before they explode on you!” I nearly fumbled the measuring tape, but I finally grabbed It and unrolled it on Ben’s pink tool. From this scraggily brown bush to the tip of his helmet head was 15.01 cm and he was 10.25 cm around at the middle of his shaft. I switched sides and measured Alex, who was now 14 years old. He turned out to be even bigger than Ben! “17.48 cm long and 12.5 cm around!”

Eugene patted him on the back and said “You’re nearly as big as I was when I was your age. Good job! Now Ronnie, please do the honors again.”

I gripped both boys’ cocks and stroked them savagely and I alternated licking and sucking their cocks. I even rubbed them against each other in front of my mouth. They both gripped their own cocks and aimed them at me and soon more ropes of cum were dangling from my face and dripping onto my pillow and sleeping bag.

Eugene handed me a cloth and I rubbed the semen from my face before realizing it was the pair of shorts I had packed in my gym bag. “Excellent, I think you are about as erect as you ever get as well. Please stand so Alex can measure you.” I stood and handed Alex the measuring tape. He made a big show of twirling the tape around to shorten it and then bent over.

“Hmmm, it looks like Little Ronnie is nearly 9.23 cm long.” He then wrapped it around my head and commented “It’s nearly the same around. I read 9.2 cm around. Ben? Can you please check this reading?” Ben strode over, bent down and squinted with his pinky next to the tape’s grid. I think it’s closer to 9.18 cm around, see?!” Alex whistled and said, “Thanks! We want to be very accurate here. Nobody should be given more than they’ve earned, right Mr. Dempsey?” I nodded in defeat.

“Ben, why don’t you try out this toy of Ronnie’s first? Help him out won’t you?” he asked me again.

I kneeled back down and scooped out some cocoa butter and put it on the rubber gasket on the bottom of the tube and then applied some to the area around the root of his penis. I slowly slipped the plastic tube over his softened dick and gently held it tight to his abdomen. “You have to squeeze the pump Ben.” “How long?” “First time should be 15 minutes. Pump it slowly, something like 10 seconds and then release 10 seconds.” Ben nodded and concentrated on the cadence. As he squeezed the bulb that makes the air in the top of the tube disappear, his penis would stretch upward a fraction of an inch and then retract when the bulb was released. After 7 minutes, his penis seemed a bit fatter and maybe a bit longer. I watched as he stretched next to the marks inside the tube.

When he hit 15 minutes, he slid himself out and I noticed that his cock was indeed fleshier looking. It was still semi-soft, but when he held it he smiled and said “My God, is this really me? I feel so fucking heavy!” We all eagerly awaited his erection as he pulled himself out languorously. “OK, I think that’s it!” I knelt again after retrieving the measuring tape from Alex. “17.53 cm long and 12.36 cm around.” Ben was proud that he had grown and was lovingly stroking his thicker tool.

Alex grabbed the pump and repeated the exercise. His semi stretched and contracted with larger variations than Ben had displayed. As a matter of fact, Alex’s flesh started to press against the walls of the tube itself. The skin splayed against the tube wall and took on the shape of the vessel. He breathed heavily as he pumped and it seemed to cause the cock to grown in sync with the intake of the air into his lungs. I watch wide-eyed as his cock seemed to stretch closer and closer to the end of the tube. I think there may have been only 2-3 inches left when the 15 minutes expired. When Alex pulled the cylinder from his cock, it made a large pop noise as his cock pulled free. He dangled down quite spectacularly and he grabbed himself at the base of his shaft and swung it around a couple of times like a propeller. “Fuck, I feel so heavy!” He also started to lovely minister to his cock and soon an erection of excellent proportions arose in front of me. “19.21 cm long and 15.17 cm around!” I excitedly announced. Alex beamed at his new size. I didn’t have the heart to tell him it would be temporary, so I let him enjoy his massiveness.

Eugene grabbed the cylinder and scooped out some cocoa butter as well. He hadn’t even started pumping, but he was already in danger of mushing against the side walls and approaching the end of the tube. He smiled and said, “This thing is too small for me I think. Oh well, let’s give it a try!” After a few minutes, his fat shaft was totally mashed against the plastic wall and there was no more space for him to expand around. By the time he hit 10 minutes, his cock head was nearing the end of the tube nearest to the suction hose. A couple minutes later, his cock was totally filling the cylinder. He pumped harder and harder. I started to hear stress noises on the cylinder. Eugene grinned and said “Houston, we have a problem.” At 14:45, the pressure became too much and the cylinder cracked from the rubber ringed bottom to nearly the middle on the one side and another, smaller crack opened opposite of the first. The air quickly equalized and the vacuum could no longer be maintained. It took both Eugene and me pulling with both hands on the cylinder to get if off. When his engorged member emerged it slapped down on my cheek like a club of flesh.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry about that and about your little toy there, Ronnie! Now rub me up to full size to see what we can see!” I glared defiantly but the dangling dick was too strong so I reached up and stroked him as he put both of his hands on his hips like a perverted Superman. My hands could not reach around his amazingly thickened shaft and the foreskin was puffed up and hanging loosely from the shaft and head. I bet I could have stood a quarter in there on its edge and it would have not been hard to do. Finally he felt as hard as ever and I reached down for the measuring tape down at my knees. I slowly unrolled more and more across the top of this cock and said “25.67 cm long!” I put it across the middle of his massive shaft and said “17.5 cm around!” Alex wrote the amazing measurements in the notebook.

I was still on my knees and all 3 of their engorged cocks were sticking out in front of my face. I looked up and saw them all looking down and smiling evilly. Alex laughed and said "Little Ronnie's dick is so little, he looks like a girl. I believe he would shrink inside that pump if it still worked!" He then slapped his heavy cock across my face. Ben joined in and soon I was receiving stinging blows from him and Alex while Eugene stroked his absentmindedly. Finally, he pushed them aside and lowered some significant booms on my upturned face. I started to cry and that made them laugh even more hysterically.

Suddenly, the door opened and the light of the hallway exposed this strange beating to Mrs. Chow's amazed gaze. "Stop that boys! You should not be playing with those and Eugene stop hitting Mr. Dempsey so!" She then did a double take when she realized how big some of those bloated, angry cocks where.

"My goodness! You boys do take after your father...and then some! I cannot believe how big your organs have grown. You make that poor little white boy look pathetic" she said pointing to Ben. His erection started to soften and shrivel almost immediately in embarrassment.

She then looked down at me cowering on the floor. Her eyes squinted as she looked at my tiny bump of flesh jutting out of my miniature ball sac. "Holy Mother of God! Mr. Dempsey makes that other little white boy look like a giant! No wonder he cries like a baby. Stand up Mr. Dempsey!" Her commanding tone forced me to my feet and she strode over to me. She poked my dicklet with her index finger and whistled. "You are not going to be a very good husband are you?! I should call your mother and have her pick you up so you will not be bullied so. Eugene. Alex. You stay here with your other little friend and behave. I won’t be back for a while until I take care of Little…errr Mr. Dempsey.” The brothers looked at her and then at Ben and smiled.

She had grabbed my hand and was marching me down the hallway after I reached down to grab my underwear and PJs so she did not notice their evil grins and Ben’s look of desperation. She led me to her bedroom and sat down on the bed. “Stay where you are Mr. Dempsey, I need to see if they hurt you.” My eyes widened as her hand came closer to my softie and testicles. She gently cupped my organ in her hand and closed it and her breath hissed in as I disappeared in her grip. “My goodness, you are soooooo small, but you know that don’t you?” I nodded and hung my head down as I dropped my clothes to the floor.

She opened her hand and then slid her index finger over my small balls and under my nub and started to rub it from the bottom. Soon her index finger was on top and her thumb was under and she gently squeezed my cock head. “So small, soft and squishy!” she squealed and smiled wickedly. Her finger/thumb lock tightened and she stretched me out a few millimeters while blowing softly on my genitals like she was trying to fan a spark into a fire. “Let’s see how little you are Little Ronnie!” I did start to harden under her gentle ministrations and soon a bit of shaft was showing and her finger and thumb were rubbing with short strokes instead of pulling me out. I was looking down the front of her blouse and that made my dickie really start to poke out straighter. I imagined putting it between her lovely funbags and feeling her engulf my minisculeness. Her gentle tugs, warm breath and my racing fantasy was too much and soon my penis started to convulse and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“MR. DEMPSEY! HOW DARE YOU!” Her angry tone broke my reverie and I saw 4 or 5 droplets run down her thumb and hand to her wrist. Her other hand reached out and she cupped me again, but this time she squeezed and crushed my balls and softening dick in her surprisingly strong hand. I bent over in pain and she held her wet hand and wrist in front of my face and demanded “LICK THAT NASTINESS OFF ME YOU NAUGHTY LITTLE BOY!” My face contorted as I stuck my tongue out and tasted my salty, slimy drops on the tip of it. I licked it all off but Mrs. Chow was not done with me. “You have offended me with your disgusting little penis. My family has also been besmirched so you must endure more punishment.”

She yelled out in Chinese and soon footsteps came to the bedroom door and her sons opened it and looked in quizzically. More Chinese was spoken and their faces darkened as they heard what I had unwittingly done to Mrs. Chow’s honorable hand. “Since you have spilled seed on my flesh, my sons deserve the right to do the same to you. You will kneel and take your punishment.” Eugene and Alex grabbed each shoulder and pushed me down between them. I was again confronted by their behemoth sized cocks in front of me. They both looked at each other and then started pumping their organs with strong, long strokes that made me realize how much more manly they were in comparison to me (and even to my father…put together)!

Mrs. Chow leaned back and then lifted her shirt over her head. Soon her full bra was unstrapped and her sons and I were confronted by her full, bouncy bosom. She held her right breast up to her mouth and sucked the nipple and then did the same to her left. Her actions were exciting her sons to no end. I swore I heard more seminal liquid pouring into their capacious ball sacs and their erections looked even darker red than they had after their pumping session. I was terrified when I heard both of them shout out, “I’m going to cum all over you Little Ronnie!” and “Prepare to be drenched dickless boy!” and other vile phrases. Mrs. Chow uttered “Blast this little beast with your large cum cannons boys!” Soon ropes of thick, gooey cum started spurting on my hair, face, neck and shoulders. I lost count after 10 or 12 blasts had hit my cold skin and I felt the sting of salty semen in my eyes. I knew that I looked like an actress in a bukkake movie.

Mrs. Chow reached down and handed my PJs to her sons and said “Wipe yourselves off my sons.” They did leaving huge cum stains on the cloth and throwing them down at my feet. They left the room and Mrs. Chow pushed me back down on her carpet and then stood up and removed her dress and panties while straddling me. I looked up to see her shapely rear and fat pussy descending toward my face. “You now need to be punished by ME!” Her bottom engulfed my cum-slickened face and she started to grind herself from my hair to my chin. “Mmmm, I think your nose is better than your little penis Mr. Dempsey!” She then cackled at her own humor and ground down even more. Her pussy was stifling hot and the smell of her ass was starting to overpower me. Thankfully her sons’ voluminous seminal lubrication reduced friction to nil and she did not tear off skin in her violent gyrations. Periodically I would gasp for breath with my nose in her vagina and my mouth next to her ass. My breathing difficulties only seemed to excite her more and soon I smelt a musky scent I had never experienced before. A rush of more liquid came into my mouth and nose and I nearly drowned on Mrs. Chow’s wet orgasm. She slowed down and stopped me my face still locked between her quivering thighs. “Aaaah fuck! You did good for a no-dicked man” she complimented me.

She stood up and wiped her wet pussy with my tighty whities. She then dropped them on my face and told me to get dressed. She walked over to the phone and called my home. “Yes Mrs. Dempsey, your little man is not feeling well. I think it best you come pick him up since I have my sons and their other friend to take care of. Good, see you soon.”

Meanwhile, I put on my soaking briefs and my stained PJs. We walked downstairs and I put on my shoes and grabbed my overnight bag. A few minutes later my Mom came in and asked what was wrong. She didn’t like the big white stains on my red PJs and the dampness at my crouch. Mrs. Chow said “Oh, he was a bit sick to his tummy and spit up a little on his bedclothes. I think he has a little fever and he might have sweat more than normal. You know boys his age start to get BO and things in their man areas. He probably shouldn’t change into clean clothes because he may urp again.”

Mom nodded in agreement and thanked Mrs. Chow. Mrs. Chow said, “Maybe he can come back in a few weekends when he is feeling better. My boys like to play with him so.” I nearly fainted, but Mom agreed saying “Yes, it’s good for my little boy to play with his friends!”