This is a little story I wrote which has some elements of what I guess you would call magic and what might be best characterized as bisexual themes. Would love to hear comments on it from anybody who reads it: littlekipr@aol.com
EXCHANGE
I watched him flexing his chest on the fly machine and made up my mind. This was the day I would do it to him. It was a Saturday morning at the health club and he was the only other man there. I had seen him before many times. But usually after work, when our downtown club was crowded with the other desk jockeys. Saturday morning was the quiet time. Often I had the place all to myself, the only one venturing downtown for a weekend workout. But he was here today and it was my opportunity.
I should mention that I am technically "straight". That is, I have never had any real sexual encounter with another guy. But I can spot an attractive man. And I have a particular fascination with penis size. I think this stems from the fact that I happen to be very well endowed myself. Ever since I entered puberty and realized my own dick was growing to huge proportions, I have been obsessed with the subject. Fully soft I hang about 7 inches and frequently sport a semi in the locker room that hangs even a couple inches longer. I also happen to be short, about 5'5", which especially accentuates the size. I'm nicely muscled and have been told I'm cute. My secret pleasure at the gym is being looked at and looking at others. I always check them out and take note of their size.
He was tallish-not real tall, but like 5'11", maybe 6 foot. Sandy hair, brown eyes in a handsome face. A nice body, no bodybuilder but well-muscled and hard, a broad , smooth chest and a tight, flat stomach. Late 20s-ish, like me. And a little nub of a dick. You know the type, a little head and maybe an inch or so of shaft just jutting out proudly from his groin. Unlike a lot of small hung men, he didn't seem especially self conscious about it. Didn't keep a towel wrapped tightly around him all the time and grab it immediately after stepping out of the shower. But I have caught him a couple of times stealing a perhaps wistful glance at my low hanging dick, the dick which was probably considerably larger soft than he was with his strongest hard on. And those times he did seem to grab for his towel a little more quickly.
Today we finished up our workouts about the same time and made our way to the locker room. Still just the two of us. He entered the shower first. I followed shortly after, stepping in with my dick swinging as usual. I chose the shower head on the far side, directly across from him. He was beginning to lather his broad chest, his little dick poking defiantly down below. Here goes, I thought, and turned my back to him as I began to lather myself.
Soon I knew it was working. As I soaped my dick I could feel it shrink in my hands, shriveling up. Tightening into a stubby little nub. I glanced over my shoulder at him. His back was to me now as he lathered his hair. Then I heard him gasp a little, then moan softly, and murmur, "Oh God." His buttocks tightened a bit. I knew what was happening. For the first time in his life he was feeling the pure pleasure of a jet of water pulsating and cascading down a long, thick slab of hanging cockflesh. He looked down and exclaimed, "Jesus!" as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing. I turned around.
"What's the matter, I asked?"
"I . . . I don't know." He turned, arms outstretched. There, hanging below his tight abs, where before there had been a jutting nub, was the pendulous, fleshy dick. My dick. And I sported his little, stubby prick.
He said, "Hey, aren't you the guy with the huge donkey schlong? What happened to that?"
I said, "It's yours. For today. We switched."
I guess I should explain. You see, we men who are very well endowed possess a special power. We have the ability to exchange our dicks with other men for periods of up to 24 hours, giving them to see how the other 1 percent live. You have probably never heard of this before. It's a closely guarded secret. You can imagine how we would be constantly pestered if other men knew we could do this. (There are, however, underground rumors of guys who basically make a living renting their dicks out!)
I had only done this once before. With my college roommate. He was always amazed by the size of my dick so I let him borrow it one night to try on his girlfriend. His dick was about 7 inches hard and hung 3 or 4 soft, so the difference was not quite as weird for me as trying on this guy's dick was. My roommate's dick just reminded me of being 13 again. But I couldn't remember ever having one this small. It felt like I had nothing between my legs at all.
"This is amazing," my new friend was saying, "damn, I can feel it swinging between my legs. I can actually feel this dick hanging off me."
"I guess it must feel quite a bit different for you. I'm Charles, by the way." "What? Oh, I'm Jeff," he said.
"Come here, Jeff, I want to show you something." I led him over to the whirlpool and we both got in. "Right here," I said, "Stand in this spot and let the jet blow on it." He followed my instructions and let out a moan of pleasure.
"Oh God. That feels amazing. I can feel it pushing and pulling at this big hanging dick. It's almost like it's sucking it. God, I never felt anything like this before."
"I can see why," I said. I was standing near a jet myself and could barely feel anything on the little nub dick. Just a tickle. "You never had anything to feel it with before."
"Shit, this is amazing. I can feel it being stroked and caressed by the water. The damn thing is getting bigger." I could see through the bubbling water that he was getting a hard on. I got up out of the tub and stood, just watching him enjoy these sensations that were intensely new to him. As I watched, I suddenly realized that my own little dick was now rock hard. It amazed me how quickly it went from soft to hard. My big dick gets completely hard, but it takes a lot of blood flow to get it there and it goes through several stages of flexible, semi-erection along the way. But this little prick just shot up to full hardness. It stood sticking straight out probably about 4 and half inches, maybe close to 5. I stroked it with a couple of fingers. It felt so strange and tiny in my hands.
Jeff was fully hard by now. He stood up out of the tub. Hanging heavy from his groin was that stiff, downward curving banana I knew so well. It's full length just under 11 inches, 6 inches around the shaft, 7 around at the base. He walked and felt it jounce and tug at his groin.
"Shit, this is just the most incredible thing," he said. "I finally know what it feels like to have a real dick!" He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself in disbelief. "God damn. This is just amazing." He grabbed it in both big hands. "Jesus, I can put both hands on it. And there's still some left over." He stroked it and fumbled with it, muttering over and over about how amazing it was.
"I have to remind you it's just temporary," I said. "It comes back to me at midnight tonight. But I thought you would appreciate the chance to know what it feels like." "Man, I sure do. What can I ever do to thank you for this?"
"Well, there is one thing. This is a different experience for me too and I am curious. What makes a little dick like this feel good?"
"I'll show you one thing," he said, "I mean, I don't usually do this kind of thing for other guys, but this is a very special situation." He knelt before my, my big dick still bobbing mightily between his legs. He took the hard little prick into his mouth, totally engulfing it. A new wave of pleasure swept over me. This was the one real delight I could never experience with my own dick. No one had ever been able to swallow the whole thing. And especially not with room left in their mouth to flick and tickle it with the tongue. I wondered for a second, Is this really a gay experience? I mean, is it gay sex to be having another man suck a dick that's not really your own? But I quickly gave up these philosophical musings to surrender to the total experience of having my whole dick surrounded by a warm wet mouth. It wasn't long before I came with a frightening intensity. When I started to cum, I jerked the little prick out of his mouth and grasped it with three fingers, pumping the hot jizz from this tiny volcano onto his broad chest.
He collapsed backward onto his hands. "There," he smiled, "you see, having a little one isn't all bad."
Then I showed him how to play with a big one. I taught him my methods of using both hands to stroke the wide, long shaft. How you could alternate between slow, long strokes with one hand on top of the other and short quick ones with the hands on either side. I watched him play with the new toy, experiencing it's awesome size, until he came in a massive flood.
We showered and got dressed. For the first time in his life, Jeff experienced what it was like to try to stuff a 7 inch soft penis into tight white briefs. I explained that this was the reason I always wear boxers and suggested that he "go commando" if he wanted to get the full effect. He pulled on his khakis without underwear and walked around a little. "Yeah, that feels much better. It's amazing, I can still feel the damn thing hanging and swinging down there. I told him we could do whatever he wanted to have fun with his new appendage, but that the one condition was that I accompany him on his adventures. After all, that was my dick he was carrying around.
Our first stop was another gym. Jeff wanted to experience what it was like to strut around a locker room with a penis that was the envy of every other man. I had a membership in the suburban Y which tended to be crowded on weekends, so we went there, had a light workout, and showered up. Jeff got to strut and be gawked at and I had the unique experience of being the smallest guy in the shower. Afterwards we swung through the mall so Jeff could put on similar "performances" at the urinals in public restrooms.
Eventually, Jeff decided he wanted to put "ol' donkey dick" (as he called it) to a more practical test by using it on a woman. I reminded him that we had to work quickly as he would turn into a pumpkin at midnight. He knew a smoky little pick-up bar where we should be able to get some quick action. He explained to me that he and his buds had a scheme they used in this place frequently with great success. "Always find the hot chick with the ugly friend. She never wants to leave the ugly friend alone. So one of you pays attention to the hot chick, one to the ugly friend. You both hook up." He confessed to me that he normally wound up taking the ugly friend. Although he was aware that women found him attractive, he was always bothered by the fear that the "hot chick" would be disappointed with his small endowment but figured that the ugly friend would usually be grateful for whatever action she got. Tonight, bursting with the special confidence of the well hung, he intended to score the hot chick.
Jeff was right. We picked up the two girls easily and had them back to his apartment by 11:00. Mandy was the "hot chick" and Jill, the friend, really wasn't ugly. In fact, she was sort of cute in a mousy kind of way. The girls were already pretty drunk by the time we picked them up. We shared a little more wine on Jeff's big couch and, with an eye on the clock, got down to business. Soon we were all getting undressed. Again I had a pang of apprehension. This was the first time I would ever strip down to reveal a tiny cock. Jill didn't seem to mind. She was very horny, very drunk, and probably didn't expect much more anyway-being short, I noticed that girls are usually very surprised to find a huge cock when I undressed. She took my hard little prick in her mouth. Again I felt the amazing pleasure of having my entire cock engulfed. I relaxed and let my body feel the delight.
Over Jill's head, I could see Mandy caressing Jeff's smooth wide chest. She helped him drop his pants and gasped at the sight of 9 semi-hard inches of cock flesh hanging there, a sound I had heard from many a woman. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. Jeff flashed a proud grin. "It gets bigger baby," he said." Turning to Jill, Mandy said laughing, "I guess you really did get the little one." She was caressing the hardening cock. Realizing that midnight was approaching fast, Jeff wasted no time. He brought the big cock to full throbbing 11 inch erectness, shaking it hard from the base to get the blood flowing as I had shown him. I was getting so turned on just by the sight of him enjoying this. I slid Jill down to the rug, making sure I could still watch Jeff, and entered her. Again it was very strange. Slipping in so easily, without the tight resistance I was used to. Feeling her hot cunt swallow the little prick whole. I plunged and grinded, trying hard to feel something of her insides. Meanwhile, Jeff was struggling to enter Mandy with his unfamiliar tool. "Jeez, I don't think I can take that," Mandy gasped. Again, I had heard that before. "It's okay, baby. I'll be gentle," Jeff said. He thrust into her with a pop. "Oh God," she moaned. "Oh, Jesus," Jeff grunted as he slid deep into her. I could tell he was again feeling something he had never experienced before. Going deeper than he had ever been. Totally filling a woman with man meat.
We had all been going at it for a few minutes. Jeff's face was a mask of unreal pleasure. I felt a tingling down below. Felt myself growing, expanding deeper into Jill's hot cunt. Felt her cunt tightening around me. "Shit," Jill gasped, "the damn thing's growing." I could see Jeff's face. The look of pleasure had been replaced with a look of confused frustration. I could tell what was happening. He was shrinking, shriveling inside Mandy's cunt. "No, no. Shit," he said, thrusting harder and faster. Desperately trying to keep the pleasure going. I came hard, pulling out my cock, now fully expanded back to its normal size, and spewing hot jizz on Jill's breasts as I grasped the big banana at its base. Jeff gave one last frustrated grunt and as his dick popped out of Mandy's expanded cunt. He lay back, the hard little prick standing defiantly at attention. Jill looked at my huge, softening cock hanging over her face then over at Jeff's. "I guess you have the little man now," she told Mandy. "Jesus, what the hell?" Mandy stared in disbelief at Jeff's proud little organ. "This is too freaky. Come on, Jill. We're getting out of here." She grabbed Jill's hand, gathered up their clothes with the other one, and dragged Jill out the door.
I looked at poor sweet Jeff, lying there with frustration on his face and his tiny hard prick pointing toward the ceiling. "Come on, little man. I'll finish you off," I said and stroked him with three fingers until he came.