by Rufus T. Horne
Little Johnny Has A Little Problem
Little Johnny had a little problem. But actually, Little Johnny wasn’t very little at all, he was quite a fully grown man. He was of medium height and build and was in his mid-thirties. But most people at the small company where he worked called him Little Johnny as a sort of jokey nickname. Some people thought that he’d gotten the nickname because the president of the company’s name was also John, but most people just took it for granted that the name was a good fit because Little Johnny had always had a tendency to act a little impish and immature.
Little Johnny’s problem had to do with his little wee-wee. Little Johnny’s wee-wee was actually quite healthy and good sized, by the way, but Little Johnny had always enjoyed referring to it as his little wee-wee in his private moments when he was thinking or talking to himself.
Little Johnny’s problem with his little wee-wee was that, no matter what he was doing, or who he was with, he just could not stopping thinking about and being highly aware of his little wee-wee. Little Johnny’s little wee-wee was very sensitive and very excitable, and it didn’t take very much stimulation at all to cause poor Little Johnny’s little wee-wee to begin surging to life and rising up to a hard, stubborn erection. This caused Little Johnny quite a few awkward moments at work, as you can well imagine. And, unfortunately for Little Johnny, he began to develop the bad habit, whenever he got one of these erections at work, of dashing off to the men’s room to get some much needed relief by taking matters firmly in hand, so to speak.
Most of Little Johnny’s co-workers shrugged off Little Johnny’s quirky behavior and frequent bathroom visits, and just chalked them up to a combination of nerves and a weak bladder. But this was about to change. Recently, a stunning 22 year old brunette had been hired as the receptionist out at the front desk. Her name was Alison, and she was as sly and mischievous as she was sexy. Some people had compared her body to that of Carmen Electra’s, except, as Alison was always quick to point out, Alison’s boobies were 100% real.
Alison’s duties at the front desk were very undemanding, and this gave her plenty of time and opportunity to observe the other people who worked at the company.
Soon, Alison began to take more and more notice of Little Johnny and his quirky habits. At first Little Johnny took pains to steer clear of the voluptuous and confident Alison, what with her low cut dresses and ultra short skirts, and all. Since most of the other male staff did the opposite and went out of their way to stop and chat with Alison, Little Johnny’s standoffishness puzzled her. So she began to make a point of calling Little Johnny over to her on one pretext or another. This was fairly easy to do, since Little Johnny was the computer systems administrator for the company and one of his jobs was to help people whenever there was any sort of computer problem.
Whenever Little Johnny was helping Alison with one of her little computer problems, she tried flirting with him a little, to see what would happen. And to her suprise, whenever she showed him a little thigh, or brushed his arm with one of her big warm breasts, or looked up into his face and beamed a big warm sexy smile at him, he would invariably get very flustered and fidgety, make some excuse to leave and then make a dash for the men’s room. Alison began to time it, and, watching out of the corner of her eye, she took note that Little Johnny’s emergency bathroom visits always took approximately 7 minutes. After 7 minutes time had elapsed, he would finally emerge from the men’s room looking very guilty and sheepish, and then timidly go sidling off to his desk in the back of the building.
After this happened about 3 times, Alison began to put 2 and 2 together. And at the same time a mischievous plan began to unfold in her head.
The next day after Alison first formulated her theory as to what was happening with Little Johnny, she brought it up while talking to her secretary friends, Brenda and Jane, while eating lunch together in the company cafeteria.
As soon as Alison described Little Johnny’s quirky behavior and her theory about what was behind it, Brenda and Jane burst out laughing, because Brenda and Jane had always wondered what was up with Little Johnny’s weird behavior, too, but had never been able to put their finger on it. “Yes! Yes!” said Brenda, excitedly, “I’ll bet that’s exactly what that little weasel is up to! He’s ducking into the men’s room for a quick game of pocket pool!”
“Shhh, shhhh,” cautioned Alison, “we don’t want the whole company to know about it.” Brenda and Jane responded with huge outbursts of giggles that they tried to muffle by hunching forwards over the table and cupping their hands over their mouths.
“Listen up, listen up, you guys,” said Alison, urgently, “when I realized what the little pervert was up to, an idea came to me about how maybe we could have a little fun at Mister Pocket Pool’s expense.”
Alison then told them her plan, and Brenda and Jane exclaimed, “Yes! Yes! Let’s do it!” and then they all hunched forward and tried to muffle their irrepressible giggles some more.
Alison decided to put the plan into motion the very next day. She stopped Little Johnny as he came in the door in the morning on his way into work, and she told him that she and her friends, Brenda and Jane, were very confused by some of the changes that had been put into effect in the computer systems lately, and wondered if he would mind coming over to her house one night that week to help explain it all to them.
Little Johhny was quite flustered by the request, and tried to turn down the invitation as being both unprofessional and unnecessary. And furthermore, he said, there had been plenty of user education allocated and conducted well before any of the changes had gone into effect, and he also reminded her that there were many fine online help facilities available to her to help with any further questions.
But Alison wouldn’t let it drop, she pressed him to please do it anyway, as a special favor to her, because it would mean such a lot to her and her friends and it would be such a great help to them to feel more comfortable and secure at work in performing the computer portion of their duties. So, wouldn’t he, big strong, smart, Little Johnny, please just make an exception this one time, and come by her house just for an hour, or so, and show them how to do it, really show them how it was done?
Alison then looked up at Johnny with big, sad, trusting eyes, and he caved in, saying that, although it was against his better judgement, he would do it, because, after all, how could he resist such sweet and eager pupils as Alison and her friends?
For the next couple days, whenever Little Johnny passed the reception desk, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Alison was watching him with a sly, mysterious smile and a little twinkle in her eye.
Finally, the big day came, and Little Johnny was working late at the office. The agreed upon time for him to go and teach the girls was at 8 and he was struggling mightily to solve a stubborn network problem. By the time Little Johnny got the problem solved, it was almost 8 and there was no time left to grab even a quick bite to eat. So he just skipped supper, promising himself he’d pick up something fast after the meeting with Alison and her friends, which he didn’t anticipate lasting very long. Then he went and jumped into his little Japanese compact and zipped through traffic over to Brenda’s house.
When Little Johnny pulled up to the house, he was surprised to see that it was a modest little house in a quiet residential neighborhood. Then he remembered Alison telling him that she still lived at home, and that her parents were going to be away all week vacationing in Hawaii.
Little Johnny went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, he heard footsteps and giggling on the other side, and then the door swung open to reveal Alison, her faced wreathed in smiles, flanked by Brenda and Jane. They all gave Little Johnny a cheery greeting and Alison invited him in. Little Johnny was a little alarmed to see how tight and revealing the clothes were that the girls were wearing. He’s eyes quickly became riveted on Alison’s chest, on how her big, firm, braless breasts were bobbling and jiggling inside her sleek satin blouse. He gasped and asked why they had chosen to dress that way just for an informal computer tutoring session. Alison answered glibly that it was because they were all planning to go downtown to a big techno dance nightclub later on that evening.
They were all healthy good looking young women, and Little Johnny couldn’t help stealing glances at their sleek nyloned legs and swelling bosoms as they lead him into the living room. When Little Johnny began to fidget and adjust his pants to hide his growing erection, the girls all noticed and gave each other significant glances, and Brenda only just managed to supress a huge giggle. “Shhhh,” Alison shot out at Brenda, “quiet! Or you’ll ruin everything!”
“Ruin everything?” stammered Little Johnny. He was becoming increasingly more suspicious and uneasy by the second. “What do you mean? Is there something going on here that you’re not telling me?”
Alison responded with an easy laugh and turned around to face Little Johnny squarely. “Now Little Johnny,” she said, “you just stop that right now, just stop being so silly and paranoid, or we’ll just have to call the whole thing off right now and all go home! I’ll be happy to tell you exactly what I meant, if you’ll just give me a minute to explain. Honestly, I think that working with those crazy computers all day long makes you have the shortest fuse in recorded history.”
“I’m sorry,” apologized Little Johnny, “it’s just that, I was confused, and everything is so strange here, and oh, I’m sorry I got mad.”
“That’s Ok, Little Johnny,” Alison said, “I’m sure that we all know that deep down, in your heart, that you mean to be a good boy, so let’s all just forget about it and agree to be friends, Ok? Now, as to what I was saying, when I said that Brenda might ruin everything, what I meant was, was this: that if she didn’t stop fooling around, she’d make us all late for getting to the nightclub, and we’d end up being too late to catch the best dance crowd. That’s all. Period. So there you have it, all very simple and innocent, as you can plainly see.”
When they got to the living room, Alison and her friends flounced down on a big overstuffed sofa on one side of the room, and Alison indicated a simple, unupholstered, straight backed wooden chair on the opposite side for Little Johnny to sit in. Little Johnny was mildly surprised to see that there was no coffee table in front of the sofa. So, this left the space between Little Johnny’s chair and the sofa completely empty and clear of any other furniture.
“I hope you don’t mind that chair, Little Johnny,” Alison said, “it was the best I could find on short notice.”
Before Little Johnny had a chance to respond, Alison continued, “Now, Little Johnny, “before we get started with the computer questions, I was wondering if you could help Brenda, Jane and me with a question we had. You see, before you arrived just now, we had been talking about our boyfriends. My boyfriend, for example, has been on business travel lately and I haven’t seen him for 10 days now.”
“Yeah, and I broke up with my boy friend 2 weeks ago,” said Brenda, “and you know how it is when you’re used to having a man, and then he’s not there anymore. It can get so frustrating!”
“Yeah,” said Jane, “when that happens, that’s when I usually reach into the top drawer of the end table next to my bed and get out my trusty, battery powered, back-up boyfriend: Mr. Knobby!” and she started giggling.
“Mr. Knobby!” shrieked Brenda, “you never told us about him!” and Brenda started giggling too.
“Really, girls!” blustered Little Johnny, “this is quite irregular, quite improper. I really must insist that we stick to the agreed upon topic. I didn’t come here to listen to a lot of hen party sex talk!”
“We’re sorry, Little Johnny,” said Alison, “It’s just that we silly young girlies just get a little rambunctious sometimes. We just happened to be discussing how us girlies handled those situations that come up when you start feeling really sexy and there’s noone there to help you be sexy with. And then we started thinking about what a man, a big, full grown man, like you, Little Johnny, how he might feel in a situation like that.”
“Well, girls,” replied Little Johnny, “I’m really sorry to disappoint you, and everything, but my sex life is really nobody’s business but my own. So, if you’ll excuse me, I must insist that we…”
“Oh stop being such a silly old fuddy-duddy, Litle Johnny,” said Alison, “we’re just screwing around. Don’t go getting all huffy and everything.”
“Well, I gotta tell ya, girls,” said Little Johnny, trying to sound tough and mature, “I had to work late tonight, so I didn’t get a chance to have supper, so that’s one reason…”
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Alison, “you poor thing! Tell ya what, Little Johnny, if you’ll just humor us and satisfy the curiosity of 3 innocent, inexperienced little girlies, then I’ll go and whip you up something extra yummy in the kitchen later on. Ok? deal?”
“Yup,” said Little Johnny, and squirmed uneasily in his seat. He began to feel a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he began to imagine what the girls might have in mind for him.
“Well, like I was saying,” continued Alison, “we were talking about men, big, full grown men, like you, Little Johnny, and the problems they might have in that kind of a situation, you know, where you’re feeling really sexy and there’s noone else around? And we were really wondering what you might do in such a situation to handle that problem when it came up?”
“I really must… this is just too… I’m afraid I, really…,” stammered Little Johnny.
“C’mon Little Johnny,” said Alison, in a mock conspiratorial whisper, “you can tell us. We’re you’re friends and you can trust us, we promise not to tell anybody, cross our hearts and hope to die! We heard that sometimes men, when they’re alone, sometimes they put their hand on their privates and, you know, move it around, and stimulate themselves. Is that true?” The other girls shrieked and laughed and giggled when they heard that, and Little Johnny blushed deep red and stared at the floor. “Well, Little Johnny,” said Alison, shooting sly looks to her giggling friends sitting next to her, “is that true? Is that what they do? And, have you ever done that too? You know, have you ever had an irrestisible urge to put your hand ‘down there’ and maybe, stimulate yourself a little?”
“Yeah,” whispered Little Johnny, “I guess so, I mean, most men do do it, after all, even normal, well adjusted ones, and I’m a man, too, and I’m not made out of wood.”
“We just want to see what it’s like, that’s all,” said Alison, “is that so wrong? We’re just a couple of very curious and innocent girlies, and we’re just dying to see what a man looks like when he does it to himself. Could you please help us, please? You’d only have to do it for a little while, just to give us a little sample of what’s it like. We figured that you liked us, Little Johnny, and that you wouldn’t mind, and that since you’re here, and we’re here, that this would be a perfect opportunity. What do you say, Little Johnny, will you please do it for us, please?
Little Johnny just sat in stunned silence. His back was rigid as a poker and all he could do was to just sit there and glare accusingly at Alison and her two friends. He just couldn’t believe what they were asking him to do, couldn’t believe the totally private, personal and secret things they were asking of him. An overwhelming impulse to jump up and run out the door came over him. But then, for the first time in his life he felt a stronger, darker urge rise up within him. It was a deep, strong urge that made him want to do whatever Alison (or any other sexy confident young woman, for that matter) demanded, no matter how strange, cruel and humiliating it was. In fact, to his complete amazement, he found that the more cruel and humiliating the demands were, the more intensely he found he wanted to do them. As he felt his logical, orderly world start to turn topsy-turvy, Little Johnny let out a soft, pathetic, curr-like whine.
Alison, sensing that his resistance was weakening, asked him if he liked her boobies. Little Johnny swallowed hard, and bobbed his head in the affirmative. “Then tell ya what, Little Johnny,” said Alison, “how about if I agree to let you look at my boobies, and in exchange, you let us curious, innocent little girlies see what a grown man looks like when he’s satisfying himself with his hand, Ok? That sounds like a good deal, doens’t it? Huh? Doesn’t it?” And, to emphasize what she was offering, Alison stuck out her chest and shook her big, firm, braless, satin covered tits at him.
The offer of being allowed to see Alison’s amazing young tits in the flesh was just too mind boggling for Little Johnny to refuse. And although every logical, rational impulse in his mind screamed out to him that he was making a huge mistake, Little Johnny stammered a reply, “Ok, Ok, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, but please don’t tell anybody that I did it, Ok?”
“Oh, of course, not, Little Johnny,” said Alison, “our lips are all completely sealed, isn’t that right girls?” And the other girls all quickly and emphatically agreed as they anxiously hunched forward to await his reaction.
“Tell ya what, Little Johnny,” continued Alison, “I’ll even go first to help you get in the mood.” And suiting her actions to her words, Alison began to unbutton her blouse. After the last button had been undone, Alison tipped her head forward a little and then looked up at Little Johnny with a sly sexy look and slowly drew open her blouse to reveal her magnificent, cherry tipped, jiggly globes. Then she pulled her blouse the rest of the way off and sat back, naked from the waist up.
“Nice boobies,” said Jane, with a hint of jealousy.
“Thanks, Jane,” said Alison, “I’m only the way god made me.”
Little Johnny just stared at Alison’s big, beautiful, ripe breasts with his mouth hanging open. Because, although he was in his mid thirties, he was practically a virgin. He had only had sex with a girl once, and that had been when he was a teenager and his pimply faced, flat chested cousin had let him have a quicky because she was bored and felt sorry for him.
Alison smiled when she saw the effect her tits were having on poor Little Johnny.
“Ok, Little Johnny,” said Alison, “I fulfilled my part of the bargain, now it’s your turn. C’mon, we’re all just dying to see it, I’ll bet you’ve got a nice big one, too, don’t you, you naughty boy! C’mon, don’t keep us waiting, get up out off that chair and start taking your clothes off, Ok? Take them all off, Ok? ‘Cause us curious, innocent girlies want to see eeeeevvvvveeeerrrrything! He! He!” And the other girls all began laughing and giggling with great merriment.
Burning from head to toe with intense shame and embarassment, Little Johnny stood up and did as Alison had told him and slowly took off his clothes. Soon, he was standing with only his underpants on. And it was clear that Little Johnny was really starting to feel the sexiness of his predicament, because the outline of his hot, stiff cock was plainly visible through the cotton fabric of his underpants. And he held his hands stiffly at his side, and looked very confused, like he didn’t know what to do with them. Alison knew very well what he’d really like to do with them, and that was to grab his stiff cock and jerk off, but he was too timid to do it. He’s too timid now, thought Alison, but that’s going to change soon, and she smiled wickedly as she thought of it.
“Ok, Little Johnny,” said Alison, “Don’t leave us hanging and feeling all frustrated, c’mon and show us all what you’ve got. This is no time to be shy. C’mon and pull those underpants off.” And, as an added inducement, Alison arched her back and gently shook her firm, creamy white, jiggly tits at him.
Johnny gulped hard, and began pulling his underpants off. After they were all the way off, he stood back up, and stood there naked in front of the amused, bright-eyed, watching girls. He was so embarassed, he couldn’t help trying to cover himself from their sly, prying eyes with his hands.
“C’mon, Little Johnny,” said Alison, “this is no time to be coy, you know we want to see what you’ve got, and I bet you’re secretly dying to show it to us, too, you naughty boy, so put your hands at your sides and let us innocent girlies get our first chance to see what a real, full gown man looks like down in his private area when he’s feeling all hot and sexy.”
Johnny did as he was told, and, closing his eyes and blushing from head to toe, he took his hands away from in front of himself and showed the girls everything he had. By this point, he was so horny, he was hunched forward like a satyr and his hard cock curved up out from the bottom of his belly like a dark red, fleshy tusk.
The girls sat and took in the sight of Little Johnny’s throbbing, yearning hardness for a few moments, and then, satisfied, Alison told Little Johnny that he was now permitted to sit down.
Little Johnny did as he was told. But when he did, he couldn’t help clenching his legs together and nervously squeezing his fists together at his sides.
“Now, now, Little Johnny,” said Alison, “don’t be shy, we want to see all of you, so please open your legs for us, spread them wide and keep them that way, Ok?”
Little Johnny did as he was told, and sat down, hunched slightly forward, his legs spread wide apart so that everything he had was completely open and exposed to the curious, sassy girls.
“You really have got a nice big, healty looking one, Little Johnny,” said Alison, and from the state he’s in, it looks like he’s just screaming for attention, he! he! But before we get started, I’m curious, Little Johnny, do you have a pet name for him, a name you like to call him? Because, I had a boy friend once who used to call his ‘Homer”, he! he! How ’bout you, what do you call him?”
“I call him my little wee-wee,” said Little Johnny, in a barely audible whisper.
“What!?!” shrieked Alison, with great glee, “you call him your little wee-wee! He! He! That’s wonderful Little Johnny, it really suits you, and its just so cute and precious, don’t you agree girls?” And they all laughed and shrieked and rolled around on the couch.
After they’d regained their composure somewhat, Alison said, “Ok, Little Johnny, it’s show time, come on now, start doing it, do that thing you do when you’re alone and feeling sexy and there’s noone else around.”
“Yes,” said Brenda, “show us innocent and inexperienced little girlies that thing that big strong men like you do when you’re all by yourself and feeling naughty.”
By now, Little Johnny’s mind had become a murky haze of lust and humiliation, so he just blinked uncomprehendingly at the girls.
“Come on, Little Johnny,” said Alison, “do I have to spell it out for you? Take your hand, you’re right handed, correct? Take your right hand and put it on your little wee-wee and start playing with yourself, Ok? Do you understand?”
Even though he was totally stunned with embarassment and shame, Little Johnny showed that he did understand by slowly, almost dreamily, reaching into his lap and taking hold of his throbbing cock and beginning to quickly stroke it up and down.
“Now hold on there a second, Little Johnny, just hold your horses! Please be careful and don’t get too carried away and start going too fast,” said Alison, “we want watch you doing it for a while, so don’t go nuts and go and have an accident before we’ve even gotten started, Ok?”
Johnny nodded feebly that he understood and started stroking himself at a slower, steady pace. The girls all giggled when they saw how meek and docile and easily manageable he was.
“Hey girls,” said Brenda, “look at the way he’s doing it, he really looks like he knows what he’s doing, like he’s done it lot’s of times before. Like a real pro.”
“Is that true, Little Johnny,” asked Alison, “have you done this to yourself before, Little Johnny, done it lots and lots of times?”
Little Johnny just groaned and kept stroking, and the girls laughed.
“I’ll just bet this is your most favorite activity, isn’t it, Little Johnny? When you’re not playing with your computers, that is. Isn’t that right?” asked Brenda.
“Little Johnny, he’s such a little boy,” said Alison, “he always has to be playing with things, if he’s not playing with his computers then he’s running off to the men’s room to play with himself. Isn’t that right, Little Johnny? That’s the real reason why you’re always making all those trips to the men’s room, isn’t it? ‘Cause you just can’t control yourself and have to go running off to play with yourself? Come one, admit it, that’s what you do, isn’t it?”
Little Johnny just nodded feebly and stammered, “oh, please girls, don’t make fun of me, I can’t help it, I can’t help doing it. It just gets so hard sometimes, I just have to run and take it out and do it, I love doing it, it feels so good, I love to grab it and stroke it, it feels so heavenly, and then, I keep doing it and doing it and then, and then, I begin to feel like I’m going to explode, and then it, it, it…”
The girls were rolling and bumping into each other on the sofa with hysterical laughter as they listened to this pathetic and silly little confession about his solo sex habits.
“And look, girls,” said Jane, “look how he’s holding it, kind of funny, kind of delicately, with just his thumb and the tips of his fingers. What a little sissy!” and they all rocked back on their butts, laughing, giggling and bumping into each other some more.
“You’re right, Jane,” said Alison, “most men I’ve seen doing it always close their entire fist around it and grasp it tightly while they’re stroking themselves.”
Even through the thick haze of lust and humiliation, Little Johnny detected the discrepancy in what he was hearing, and started to feebly object, “but I thought you girls all said that you were inexperienced and had never…”
“Oh, be quiet and keep stroking, Little Johnny,” snapped Alison in mock anger. Alison then turned to her friends and said, “listen to him girls, he thought he heard us say something, and now he thinks we’re saying something different.” Turning back to Little Johnny, Alison continued, “we say a lot of things, Ok, Little Johnny? Can you understand that? But anyway, you shouldn’t think so much, Little Johnny, it’s really not your strong suit, and besides, you’ll just end up confusing yourself. That’s what everybody back at the office says. Everybody back at the office is always wondering how someone who knows so much about computers can also be such a brainless ninny most of the time.” And the girls all laughed and snickered at that.
“Anyway,” continued Brenda, “whenever I saw my little brother do it, he would always grab it with his whole hand, and stroke it.”
“You saw your little brother do it?” exlaimed Alison with great surprise.
“Sure,” said Brenda, “the little pervert was always doing it. Whenever our parents were out, he’d take off his pants, go and sit out on the couch in the middle of the living room, lean back, spread his legs and start beating his meat. I’d come out of my bedroom to get something, and there he’d be, pumping away, grinning like a demented monkey. I suppose I can’t blame him too much, ’cause I may have contributed to over stimulating him a little bit, what with my habit of walking around the house wearing nothing but my thong panties, and all.”
“So, what did you do, Brenda, when you caught him doing it?” asked Jane.
“Well, the first time,” said Brenda, “I got mad, called him a pervert, told him to stop and threatened to tell mom. But the little fucker ignored me, so I decided to roll with it and just sat down and watched. After all, I had never seen a guy do it before, and frankly, I was a little curious.”
“How old were you then, anyway, Brenda?” asked Alison.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you. Well, yeah, I was 18 and my horny, pervy little bro was 16. He had a nice big cock, too, I must say. Anyway, to continue my story, the first time I caught him, I just gave up and sat down to watch. Well, it didn’t take too long before he started stroking faster and faster and making little whimpering noises, and then he grunted and his hand has like a blur in his lap, and he was pulling so hard on it that it looked like he was going to pull it off, and then the jizz started flying out, going everywhere. It seemed like he came forever, it just kept spurting and spurting and spurting like a geyser. When he was done, it was all over the place, on his belly, his thighs, on the couch seat cushions, everywhere!” And the girls all laughed and rolled around at this.
“What did you do the other times you caught him, Brenda,” asked Alison.
“Well,” said Brenda, “I watched him do it a couple more times after that, and even asked him once to tell me what he was thinking and feeling as he did it, and that was pretty interesting and fun. But after the first couple times, it just kinda started to get boring and old. I would come out of my bedroom for something, see him there on the couch doing it again, so I would just ignore him, and walk right past him like he wasn’t even there.”
“After a while,” continued Brenda, “I decided on a plan to get revenge on him. I found out from my best friend, Sheila, that her little sister, Anna, who was in some of my brother’s classes at school, I found out that Anna had a crush on him. So, I invited them both to sleep over one weekend without telling little pervy bro about it. When Saturday morning rolled around, we all hid quietly in my bedroom and waited. When we heard him get up and go into the living room to do his usual dirty business, we waited to gave him plenty of time to get started and warmed up, so to speak, and then I opened the bedroom door and led Sheila and Anna out into the living room. Little pervy bro grinned like an idiot when he saw me, as expected, but then the grin froze when he saw who was behind me, especially Anna. He let go of his cock like it was a hot potato and made a mad dash for his bedroom. But we blocked his way and wouldn’t let him go past.”
“He begged us to let him go by,” continued Brenda, “but I told him I had promised to my friends that he were going to put on a little show for them, so that was what he was going to have to do. And besides, I asked him, why was he being so shy about doing it now, when he’d done it so many other times and hadn’t been in the least bit shy?”
“He was almost in tears at that point,” said Brenda. “Then we forced him to go back and sit on the couch and start doing it again for us. His little pecker had gone all limp by then and he was having a hard time getting it hard again under all the pressure, so Sheila went over and sat down beside him and started lightly stroking his balls. Well that did the trick, alright, and soon he was up and hard as a rock again and then it was no problem getting him to jerk off for us. We watched him until he started cumming and then we laughed at him, and told him to get cleaned up. Then we went back to my bedroom and laughed and giggled for about two hours about what we’d just seen.”
“And believe it or not,” said Brenda, “it turned out that little bro had a secret crush on Anna, as well, and our little prank really broke the ice between them, so to speak, and they started dating!” The other girls gasped in disbelief and shreiked “No!”, “You’re kidding!” “Yup, I kid you not” responded Brenda, “and Anna told me later that she always used to take a small jar of cold cream and a big wad of paper napkins with her in her purse on every date so that, at the end of the night, they could go somewhere private and he could put on his little show for her.”
The girls all sat quietly for a while, in semi-stunned silence, trying to fully comprehend the implications of what they had just heard. Then Jane broke the silence with a simple practical question, “Did you just say she always carried a little jar of cold cream? You mean, so he could grease himself up while jerking off?”
“Oh yeah, of course,” replied Brenda, “I heard that a lot of guys like to do it that way. I guess little bro wasn’t too bright, because he’d never thought of the idea himself, so it was Anna that first suggested to him that he try it. Anna told me later that she watched him the first time he tried it, and that he almost went nuts jerking himself off, it felt so good. She told me that he hunched forward, his mouth hanging slack, his eyes practically cross-eyed, while his hand flew up and down his slippery dick like crazy!” All the girls laughed and rolled around when they heard this.
“Hey,” said Brenda, “that gives me an idea. I wonder if Little Johnny boy here would like a little lubrication? Jane, go in the kitchen and get some vegetable oil. I think there’s a bottle in the right hand cabinet over the sink.
Meanwhile, Little Johnny had begun sinking into a sort of derpressed stupor. And although all the talk about Brenda’s little brother had been pretty hot, Little Johnny had felt lonely and left out, and his little wee-wee had lost a lot of its hardness, and was now only semi-hard and rubbery.
Jane came back with the vegetable oil, and everybody noticed that Little Johnny was losing his hard-on. “Ok,” said Alison, “who wants to volunteer to get Little Johnny warmed up again?” Neither Jane nor Brenda wanted to do it, and they said that since the whole thing had been Alison’s idea, that she should be the one to do it.
“Ok, ok,” said Alison, “I’ll do it.” And she got up and went over to Little Johnny, told him to take his hand off his cock for a minute, and then bent down beside him and started softly caressing the hot, dark, fleshy maleness sprouting between his legs. It took only about 20 seconds of this before it had surged back up to full throbbing hardness, at which point Alison handed Little Johnny the bottle of vegetable oil and told him to use that on himself, ’cause they were all curious what a boy looked like when he was all lubricated and slippery.
The girls watched as Little Johnny carefully spread a little of the vegetable oil over his hard throbbing cock, and then start to stroke himself again. They squealed and jumped up and down in their seats when they saw him begin to stroke himself using a number of delicate and refined movements. “Wow!” said Alison, “he’s really getting into this now, he must do this a lot.” Then she asked Little Johnny, “you like greasing up your little wee-wee and then stroking him, don’t you, Little Johnny? I’ll bet that feels real good, doesn’t it? You look like you’re really enjoying yourself now.”
Little Johnny was so lost in playing with his hard slippery cock, that he couldn’t even find the words to respond.
“Hey girls,” said Alison, “I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to get a little hungry. What do you all think about going out and getting a pizza?”
“Yeah!”, “Great!”, “Sure”, they all agreed. Then Alison, turned to Little Johnny and said, “Ok, Little Johnny, you’re just about ready to squirt your gooey boy gunk, aren’t you? ‘Cause we’re kind of in a hurry now and we’d appreciate it if you could just hurry up and finish up so we can all go out get a pizza.”
Little Johnny needed no encouragement, as he had been holding back for a few minutes anyway, so now he grabbed his cock tighter and started pumping it more quickly. Lost in a total haze of lust, he began whimpering and talking to himself, saying, “Oh, oh, it feels so good, oh, oh, I’m so embarassed to be doing this with you girls watching, oh, oh, you girls are so dirty, such dirty, naughty girls, to enjoy watching a man do it, so naughty to make me feel all dirty, to make me want to do it, you bad, bad, naughty girls, it’s so embarassing, but I can’t help it, I can’t help it, it’s not my fault, it feels so good, you make me do it, you make me do it!” Soon he was thrusting his hips forward in the chair, grunting and pumping out squirt after squirt of hot thick jizz. The girls all gave each other significant looks as he was cumming and tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle their giggles.
When he was done and the last drops were oozing out his cockhead, Alison picked up a roll of paper towel that she had been keeping handy next to the couch and lobbed it over at Little Johnny, saying “Catch!” Johnny caught it, and Alison said, “Thanks Little Johnny, that was really a great, great, wonderful show you put on for us. Thank you so much for showing us your special little friend, your little wee-wee, and thank you for showing us curious, innocent little girlies how it’s done, how a big, grown man does it. And you know what, Little Johnny, you’re just about the sexiest boy we’ve ever known, isn’t that right girls?” And the other girls said “Oh yeah!”, “Sexy!”, “Hot!” Then Alison said, “So, now, go and quickly clean yourself up and get dressed, won’t you please? We’re in quite a hurry, as we said. Oh, and try and get some of your gunky jizz up off the carpet, too, Ok?” As Little Johnny started to clean himself up, Alison reached over to pick up her satin blouse. Soon, she had it back on again and was buttoning it up. Little Johnny felt a strange sadness come over him as he watched her magnificent breasts disappear behind the shiny satin.
Little Johnny tried to clean himself up quickly, but as he did so, his hunger pangs began to return, and he remembered the promise that Alison had made earlier. So he asked, timidly, “Alison, what about what you said earlier, you know, about making me something good to eat if I did all the things,” Little Johnny choked, beginning to cry a little, and then continued, “all the things that you girls wanted.”
“Oh yes,” said Alison, “you’re absolutely right, I wouldn’t want to break a promise, now, would I?” So she went in the kitchen and they heard a few cabinet doors being opened and closed and some cellophane bags crinkling. Then Alison reappeared a minute later with a cheap plastic bowl half filled with stale sour-cream-and-onion flavored potato chips and handed it to Little Johnny. “Here you go, little fella, bon appetite! But please, eat up quick, because we’re in a quite a hurry to go out. We’ve only got just enough time to eat a quick pizza and still catch the good dance crowd down at the nightclub. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind skipping the computer talk tonight, Little Johnny, ’cause your little wee-wee demonstration took a lot longer that we’d expected, he! he!”
Little Johnny mumbled an Ok and crammed a couple stale potato chips into his mouth and chewed them half heartedly while pulling on his clothes. The girls took turns going in the bathroom to check themselves in the mirror and to get freshened up. Then Alison came out, ushered Little Johnny to the front door, and pushed him out it, saying “Thanks, Little Johnny, you’re so sexy, you’re the greatest! See you at work tomorrow!” And then she quickly shut the door behind him. As Little Johnny stood there on the threshold for a moment, bewildered and confused about what he had just experienced, he thought he heard loud girlish laughter and giggles coming from inside the house. Then, he turned and slunk off to his little Japanese compact, to go and try and find a late night burger joint.