The Talented Mr Johnson
By: Unknown

The penis, the scrotum, the testes and all associated tubes, glands and ducts. We may not be doctors or biologists, but most of us guys know of how it all works, and have some idea of how it’s all mapped out down there – not that we give it much thought during sex. Another fact: No matter how long and thick it is you probably wish your trusty tool was bigger.

Then there’s the talented Mr Johnson. He decided to do something far beyond simply wishing for a meatier member. He discovered that unlike you and me, his urethra isn’t simply a one-way street for pissing and shooting. He can actually suck in liquid nutrients! Somehow he controls his corpus cavernosa so it flexes and ‘swallows’. He was never sure what happened to the fluid next, only that it seems to make its way to his sac – perhaps to some kind of scrotal ‘stomach’ which in turn feeds his testicles. The result: An hour or so after each dose his penis gains another couple of inches, his balls are just that bit chunkier than before, and his next ejaculation will be even more productive than the last.

How do I know? He and I meet tonight in an internet chat room. At one point, there are nine of us signed in, all hanging on his every word as he tells us about his unique enlargement trials. But as his story unfolds it becomes increasingly implausible: The more he feeds it the bigger it grows. To get it back to its regular 9ins (oh boy), he simply lays off the protein and vitamins for a couple of days. But now, after three weeks of intense nurturing, he’s boasting an impressive 8ft in length, 3ft 6ins in girth, and gonads the size of space hoppers! The nervous chat room begins to empty. Soon it’s just Mr Johnson and me. I like him. He’s dirty. But there’s a problem: He’s run out of liquid nutrients and, obviously, can’t easily leave the house to pick up more. In any case, it’s late and the store will be shut. He asks if I can help. I say I will if I can.

Then a succession of blunt questions: Am I feeling horny? You bet. Do I like really big fat smelly dicks and low hanging sweaty balls? Yes I do. But do I like them enough to go over to his place for an experience I could ever imagine? Yes please! But do I want to be the first guy ever to be swallowed alive and whole by a human penis? Um, yes, I guess.

I assume Mr Johnson is all role play, fun and games – none of this can be for real. But I’m feeling so turned on. I mean, wouldn’t you like time out with a guy so into sex like that? Haven’t you ever dreamed of a filthy passionate session with an enormous cock centre stage? He’s obviously a good time guy. I pull on my Nike top, lock up and head out into the night.

The address he gave me is just a twenty-minute walk from my place, down a dimly-lit tree-lined avenue I never realised existed. Houses, garages and flash new cars in driveways have me guessing that Mr Johnson resides in a comfortable part of town. Perhaps that’s why he can afford to stay at home for weeks on end experimenting with his favourite toy. Do you think I’m doing the right thing here? No, me neither!

His directions are precise to the very last step. It’s a nice house with a small square lawn out front, and lush trees and bushes either side separating it from the neighbours. The front is door open by an inch or two. I’m telling myself to turn around and leave, leave, leave. But I step inside and close the door behind me.

“I’m up here!” It’s Mr Johnson. “I didn’t think you’d dare show up.” I follow his clearly delighted voice to an upstairs room and walk in through the open door. Next to his computer, a dim bulb in a tiny lamp casts an almost cosy light about the sparsely furnished room. Fuck! There’s a fresh-faced sexy Mr Johnson sniggering as the colour drains from my face. He’s on the floor, reclining against a pile of black cushions and pillows, his mighty manhood sprawling out towards me across the cold bare tiles.

Like a massive ugly creature from another world, his flaccid eight-footer throbs as blood gushes along the blue deep dorsal vein and surrounding purple arteries. The huge dark-pink glans looks wet and sticky. His scrotum is equally as impressive and indeed seems to contain gonads the size of space hoppers. Now his rich pheromone-packed aroma hits me head on, pushing all my sex buttons at once. The powerful smell is like a drug and I’m hooked.

“Stinks, doesn’t it,” says Mr Johnson. “I just get so worn out trying to keep it clean that I decided to give personal hygiene a miss while it’s this size. Get your clothes off.” Anyone with an ounce of sense would say goodnight and head for home. But I can’t. I just can’t. It’s as if our minds have locked together, with his in absolute control. As I look up, his eyes burn deeply into mine. He smiles a devilish smile. As I begin to disrobe, he anticipates and answers my every question before I have a chance to ask: “This is an anatomical gift – a sexual blessing. I don’t know why, but I’m just different. I can take food through my cock. Whatever the fuck is going on in this monster bag here lets me digest it and use it. I’ve been ‘nil-by-mouth’ for three weeks now. But the weird thing is I still shit out waste through my ass!” He laughs as throw off my top, drop my jeans and step out of my shoes. I’m now naked and nervous. “I know what you’re thinking: Even with a juicy beauty like this, surely the urethra could only be the thickness of a garden hose. How could I suck up and swallow a guy your size? How would my nuts take you apart? But I can and they will. Like I said, I’m different.”

“Mr Johnson,” my voice is trembling and quiet as I fall to my knees before the fat glistening head. “It’s beautiful, just beautiful. It’s so huge, so alive. It looks so hungry and dangerous. But it smells so good.” I inhale slowly through my nostrils, “So very good. Wow!”

“Go on,” he says. “Stroke it, feel it, lick it, taste it. Go on. Acquaint yourself with the superior masculinity that is soon to devour you.” At once I am embracing its girth, rubbing myself against its wetness, sensing its strength, my breathing and heartbeat tuning into and following its steady rhythmic pulse. I run my tongue along the dorsal vein to a forest of damp harsh pubic hair. I kiss his firm abdominal muscles. I push my face into sticky folds of scrotal skin – lapping and worshipping. And all the while Mr Johnson is relaxed, sizing me up for the kill. I scramble back to the shining bulbous tip to smear myself in its manly secretions. Excitement and fear overwhelm me as the mighty beast twitches and begins to harden. “Go on,” he whispers. “Go on. Feed yourself to my cock before it gets too stiff to take you. Push your head and shoulders inside. That’s all you have to do. I’ll take care of the rest. Trust me.”

“I trust you.” Mr Johnson grins ravenously at my foolish gullibility and total disregard for my own life. But Mr Johnson has complete control over me. He understands my obsession. He knows I am mesmerised by his absolute manliness. His gaping piss slit drips and oozes pre-cum – that natural occurring lubricant, also designed neutralises any acidic urine residues harmful to sperm. But tonight its function is simply a sweet clear gel to ease me on my way. “Go on,” he insists. The monster stirs as I run my hands across the mouth-like opening. It’s enticingly soft and warm. I lick my fingers - Delicious. I glance up. Mr Johnson’s legs are spread wide, his hands behind his head, a smile on his lips. The moment has arrived.

I lean forward, positioning myself on all fours, my head level with the grand entrance. I take a few deep breaths and plunge my head inside. Squelch! The gaping glans comes alive with aggression, sinking over my shoulders and chest, pinning my arms to my sides. I try to retreat but he’s just too quick! The reeking cock head drives down hard and fast. My cries are muffled and lost in the sweltering darkness. The greedy man meat flexes ever tighter around me, gulping, swallowing, devouring! I splutter and cough as a sudden torrent of steaming jizz blasts into my eyes and mouth. I hear Mr Johnson both laughing and groaning as he watches his pride and joy sucking me deeper and deeper, my body displacing cum and now forming a huge bulge in its rippling expanse. My knees, ankles and feet disappear from view.

I can’t breathe! I can’t fucking breathe! His smooth slippery powerful urethra constricts, almost crushing me as it squeezes me towards his crotch. Suddenly my weakened body is bent forward. I slither head first into the intense slimy stench of his formidable sac, slipping down between his titanic testicles. They fall together, squashing me into total submission beneath them. They shudder and contract as with an almighty roar of relief Mr Johnson shoots gallons of cream across the cold floor. I try to take in what little stinking air there is in here, but find myself slowly drowning in man juice. My captor laughs again as he feels me struggling for life, my entire body drenched in his superiority.

For years I’ve been preoccupied by my search for big dicks. I could never have imagined that I’d end up being be swallowed alive by one! As I begin to fade, Mr Johnson plumps up his cushions and pillows and prepares to sleep the night away as his balls suffocate and digest me. By this time tomorrow, he’ll be boasting a 9ft length, a 4ft girth and gonads even bigger than space hoppers. What cock-crazed loser could possibly resist?

The End