Not to Scale

Back, sorta, this time with more blatant smut than ever. Double the action, triple the excitement, half the lead-in! Thanks to a prompt from my friend Kafm, I've returned with a charming little romp through a field of forbidden acts and zany hijinks.

If you like it, please leave a comment, or even email me at copypaste003@yahoo.com. I'll gladly accept any sort of comments, criticism, suggestions or requests. If you people really like, I may write a second chapter (I left it open for one.)

Thank you for your time and enjoy.

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It happened every time they took port. Gene was with a woman.

Every night Gene was with a woman meant a night Jim was without sleep. The thumping, the creaking, the shrieking and the moaning, all building up to that great massive eruption of screams and strangled grunts, and then it started over again.

And again.

And again.

All night.

Jim heard it all, from one thin wall away. Tonight was no different.

"Oh Gene, more! More!!"

"Think you can handle more, babe? Haha, I don't know if I can fit anymore."

"Oh, more! Please, push it- OH! Ooooohhhhh!!!"

"Mmm, I guess I was wrong, but you'll never take it all!"

"Oh! Oh Gene! I want all of it!"

They never took all of it. Jim knew this because, of course, he could hear it. He might as well have had a window looking in on them as loud and unusually narrative as Gene and his guests would be with their lustful groans. They would never take all of it, but they would keep trying. Again and again. All night. Gene must have had the endurance and energy of a rabbit in heat hopped up on Viagra and PCP. By the time the noise quieted down it was usually around three the next morning. Gene's consort would sometimes stay with him for the rest of the night, but tonight Jim heard the sliding of a door and the clicking of high heels gradually retreating down the hall.

"Now," thought Jim. "Now's my chance to set it straight."

The eleven-year-old climbed out of bed, still in his muscle shirt and boxer shorts. He stomped out the door and took the three steps it took to get to Gene's. He paused a second to compose himself, took on an angry expression, and knocked on the door.

After a few moments it slid open and Jim was greeted by the last thing he wanted to see at that moment.

Gene stood in the doorway, naked but for a loose pair of boxers, leaning against the door frame and grasping his bulge in one hand. The moment he looked down, though, he jolted and nearly fell to the floor.

"Whoah! Jim! I thought you were Elsa!"

"No," Jim seethed through clenched teeth. "She's gone."

Gene regained his composure and smiled awkwardly. "So what's up, Jim? Why you up so late?"

And that's when he got decked right in the face.

Gene recoiled, holding one hand to where Jim punched him. "What the hell, man! What was that about!?"

"For keeping me up all night fucking bimbos! You do this every time we visit a station! For gods' sake, pack it in every once in a while! Or at least keep it down!"

After a second, Gene smiled. "Haha, I had been wondering if you could hear us."

"Of course I can hear you! I'm right over there!" He banged once against the wall which concealed his bed on the other side.

"Well damn, I'm sorry I can't control how loud they get. It's really not my fault. Well, I mean, I guess it kinda is..." He chuckled. "Look, I'm sorry," he continued. "I'll try to keep it down next time. No promises, though."

Jim let out an exasperated sigh. As discouraging as the situation was, he was just a little too tired to carry on the argument. Instead he ventured an idle question. "How do you get so many different chicks all the time anyway. I mean, I know you think you're some kinda playboy and sometimes you can convince them you are, but a different girl every night!? What's the deal!"

"So then you want some pointers? Alright, but unless you're going after the older girls, I might not be able to help you. Most girls you're age aren't interested."

"I don't need pointers!"

"Oh-ho! You don't, huh? Got the girls a-runnin', do ya?"

"Well..."

"Look, I'll tell you the main thing that keeps chicks coming to my place. It's a big secret, though. Don't go blabbin' to anybody, especially the rest of the crew. If Suzuka or Aisha found out I'd never hear the end of it, and I can't even imagine what Melfina will make of it."

Jim's interest was immediately piqued. What could be so secret and important that Jim was the only one Gene felt he could confide the truth in? About picking up girls no less?

"What is it?" Jim said, perplexed.

Gene looked out the door, looking left and right down the hall, then pulled Jim inside, letting the door shut behind them. He leaned in and whispered in Jim's ear:

"I have a huuuuuge cock."

And that's when he got decked in the face again.

"Ow! Damnit, what was that for!?"

"That's gross, Gene!"

"Hey, I'm just telling it how it is. I've got a fucking gigantic penis. The most well-endowed Ctarl-Ctarl would hide in shame at the sight of it." He slumped into his bed and smiled proudly.

"Uh-huh, is that what Elsa told you?"

"That's what EVERYONE tells me."

Jim was about to just leave, but something strange popped up in the back of his mind - a question that had already been there but that he'd never really considered until that moment.

"Um... How, uh... How big is it?"

Gene raised an eyebrow. "How big is my penis?"

Jim was blushing slightly, but the room was too dim to really notice. "Yeah..."

Gene chuckled. "Well, bigger than yours, but don't worry about that. You haven't even hit puberty yet, have you?"

Jim hadn't, and he was embarassed Gene brought it up. He just glared angrily at Gene rather than dignifying his quip with a response.

"Well, I've never actually measured it," Gene continued, smiling, "But I'd say it's around fifteen inches."

"Soft?"

That wasn't the reaction Gene had anticipated.

"What?"

"You mean when it's soft, right? How big is it erect?"

Gene wasn't sure where the kid was getting these ideas. "What do you mean, 'soft'? I've never heard of anyone else that big, much less without being erect."

"A-are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. Why, have you?"

"Well..."

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Five minutes later, the two were seated across from eachother on the floor.

"Okay, I'm going to go first," Gene said, a little nervous. He hesitated a moment, then pulled down the front of his boxers and pulled out his ten-inch, half-hard cock for Jim to see. He couldn't quite guage his younger partner's reaction. "Hang on, lemme get it to full length," he muttered as he began to jerk his member. Within seconds it stood at full height, almost sixteen inches tall and three inches thick, testicles the size of golf balls.

"There. That's the biggest dick you'll ever see," he breathed proudly. "If you want to back out, that's fine. I don't get my kicks by looking at a little boy's tiny pri-"

Gene's sentence was cut short the moment he watched Jim wordlessly pull down his boxer fronts and whip out a completely flaccid, meaty monstrosity almost the size of his own erection, and complete with a smooth though enormous ballsac, each testicle roughly the size of a baseball.

"What the fuck..." Gene murmered absently.

"Haha, I always knew I'd be able to surpass you someday, but this is hilarious."

"What were your ancestors? Horses and elephants?"

"The fact stands that you owe me 500 wong. That was the bet."

Gene looked contemplative for a moment, then retorted, "I said you'd get 500 wong if your cock was bigger than mine."

"Yeah."

"Well, mine's still bigger." He smiled.

He was right. While Jim's flaccid member was nearly as long as Gene's erect one, it still wasn't longer.

"Oh, come on! You know it's only because I'm not hard."

"A bet's a bet. If you still wanna win, you'll have to wake up your little friend."

"I can't! The only way I can get it up is to women! How the hell am I supposed to get it hard with just you?"

The curiosity had been building in Gene ever since Jim started to question his measurements. Exactly how big could his little partner get?

"I'll help," he smiled.

"What? How- Oooohhh!" Without a second's pause, Gene leaned forward, grasped Jim's limp monstrosity, and took the head into his mouth. He immediately started sucking as he pulled in more of the length. Jim's back straightened and he stared with wide eyes at the ceiling as Gene began to deepthroat his cock. As the man took in more and more, the member began to harden. Gene had already taken around eight inches down his throat when it became too thick for him and he began to pull off. He continued to lick the length with his tongue and he teased the head as he finally extricated it from his mouth.

And there before him, sprouting from the crotch of the tiny Jim, stood a treetrunk of an erection. At nearly two feet long and with the girth of a soda can, it was more enormous than he'd imagined.

Jim was shocked, and a bit short of breath. Gene smiled, "Well, I guess you win."

"What the hell, Gene!"

The older man ignored his outburst. "Hey, I got another idea. Rather than pay you 500 wong-"

"I want my 500 wong!"

"Rather than pay you 500 wong," Gene reiterated, "how about I get you laid?"

Gene was dumbfounded. After a moment he found his voice. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I could even get you some tail tonight, if you wanted. Hang on a sec." He got up and walked to a small desk near his bed. Jim was about to stop him, but didn't find the words. How serious was Gene being? Was this some kind of malicious joke, or was he really gonna find a woman for Jim to fuck? Also, why the hell did Gene give him head?

When Gene returned, he was completely naked, and still hard. "You ready?" he asked the boy.

"For what?" Jim asked incredulously.

Without responding, Gene pushed Jim over onto his back with his foot. He then quickly knelt over to hold the boy down. Before the kid could even let out a yell, his penis was grabbed, aimed, then sat upon.

Both let out a long, low moan as the massive head slowly sank into Gene's stretched passage. It continued to slide in without stopping, though very slowly. Gene was pushing down onto thesolid pole of meat with all his weight, and the stretching was painful. Nevertheless, he could feel that there was room for more, and so he continued taking more.

Jim didn't say a word. He moaned and breathed loudly, but his brain no longer held the capacity for speech. Somewhere in his mind he wondered why Gene's hole was so slick, then he noticed a half-empty bottle of lube laying on the floor not too far away. Were he in a proper state of mind, he might have thought "So that's where he went," but he wasn't, so he didn't.

Gene didn't stop pushing down until he was almost halfway along the massive girth. It felt even bigger than it looked. Not only his sphincter, but his colon was being stretched harshly as well. Negating this as best it could, of course, was the magnificent pressure against his prostate, as well as the thought that he could take more.

He began to bounce his hips lightly. As he'd go up, maybe half an inch would come out, but as he fell back down, two to three inches would painfully slide in. He continued as he felt the length push deeper and deeper into his bowels.

It took Jim this long to realize that he was in extacy. Nothing he'd done himself had ever felt remotely as good as this. He could easily forget that it was his oldest friend Gene doing it to him, if not for the large erection bouncing up and down above him, leaking and slinging precum all around and on him. He didn't care, though. In fact, he was starting to get more and more into it.

He reached out and grasped Gene's erection, pumping as best he could from his laying position with both hands.

This gave Gene the extra rush he needed to force himself the rest of the way down. With one large heave, he quickly pulled his hips up, leaving nearly half the boy's erection exposed to the warm, damp air, then used gravity and his own brute force to shove his hips all the way down into Jim's lap.

The two rested like that for a minute, both gasping to refill their lungs and sweating from every pore on their bodies. Then, almost at once, they realized neither of them had climaxed yet. And so, Gene began bouncing his hips in Jim's lap, careful not to pull off too much lest he be unable to get it back in. Jim leaned forward and began to suck on the head of his friend's massive erection, which by that point was almost spewing pre as if it were an orgasm.

This lasted nearly fifteen minutes. All the while, Gene kept pulling off more and more and taking it all back in each time. Jim had swallowed half of the cock in front of him and was slathering his saliva across it with his tongue and massaging the testicles with both his hands. Finally, with one final heave, Gene dropped himself onto Jim's thrusting hips and let loose.

Jim's mouth stretched slightly more as Gene's cock pulsed and erupted. The cum poured down Jim's throat with him barely even needing to swallow. The amount was enormous. The climax must have lasted almost a full thirty seconds as several cup-fulls of seed were poured straight down the boy's throat. The sudden surprise and the sensation of swallowing his friend's seed drove Jim over the edge and he experienced the most explosive climax of his life.

It was like turning on a water hose. Gene felt everything. His innards were stretched to capacity as the massive fleshy beast within him rumbled, widened, then let forth a torrent of cum fit for a whale. The individual spurts were practically indistinguishable from eachother, as long as they were. Each ejaculation lasted roughly three seconds, and then more would be poured into Gene's innards. More and more and more until Gene felt his stomach begin to fill somewhat.

Finally both orgasms tapered off and the two were left collaped on the floor covered in sweat and stray cum from Gene's still-leaking cock and his mostly-plugged ass. Gene lay across Jim's small frame, still impaled on Jim's now half-hard length.

After a few minutes, Jim found his voice. "Okay... But I still want my 500 wong."

Gene smiled. "Well then I guess it's my turn."