This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
Apologies for the long delay. This part is a little longer than the others as I felt the need to cover a few additional aspects of Jack's journey. Hopefully, you'll appreciate it.
In spite of the evening heat, Jack blushed, his tiny cock stiffened and his equally small balls tightened. Whether he would ever get used to Arnold's compliments he wasn't sure, but he was sure of how they made him feel. His tummy fluttered excitedly as he manhandled the mower around the small patch of lawn.
It seemed to him that he was erect more often than not these last few days. In fact, it seemed he was thinking more and more about sex too. Specifically Arnold's cock in the main, but not just his. His brother's as well. Mark's cock had been the first one he'd seen erect. It had been the first cock he'd witnessed cumming too. Despite the years of denial, the fear and excitement of spying on him, he knew his brother's cock would forever hold a special place in his fantasies.
He shuddered when he recalled their chat last night. Even though Mark knew he was gay, it hadn't seemed to change him at all. He'd still laid on his bed in nothing but his boxers, his bulge teasingly prominent. Jack wondered how his brother might feel if he ever found out that he'd been watching him. He also wondered if fantasising about his brother was normal.
Maybe it was just down to the sudden increase in his libido. After all, accepting he was gay was still all very new. He'd wanked and sucked Arnold's cock. He'd had his first taste of semen and a whole new world of sexuality was opening up, but try as he might, the thought of doing the same thing with Mark was hard to shake. Knowing it would inevitably return, he forced the thought away. Perhaps he should talk to Arnold?
Taking another large swig of beer, the old man watched young Jack. Fuck. That arse of his was truly magnificent, but the shorts he was wearing weren't anything like the cock hardening denim ones he'd been hoping to see him in. The lad was already sweating and Arnold licked his lips imagining what it would be like to tongue the salty nectar from between the huge globes of jiggling flesh. He felt the weight of his thick cock growing to full hardness. It would be so easy to just walk over and do whatever he wanted, but the lad had put his trust in him and for once in his life, with Jack, the future held different possibilities.
As Arnold let his mind drift, he noticed Jack seemed to be battling with something. Not unexpected really. He'd had many an internal struggle when he'd been coming to terms with his sexuality all those years ago. Back then being a gay man was difficult. Thankfully, things had changed, but even now and to the older generation, for some of the youngsters too, there remained a certain amount of discrimination, especially in a small village. Whatever Jack was dealing with and unusually for the cynically minded Arnold, he would make sure he was there for him if needed.
Watching the old man disappear back inside, Jack's thoughts began to spiral, somewhat taking him by surprise. Physically things were happening that he just wasn't used to. His nipples were hard and sensitive. His tiny cock ached almost permanently and even the sensation of his weighty oversized buttocks, the ever present reminder of his genetic fuck up, seemed to add to his ever growing sexual appetite. Another sensation he hadn't ever anticipated was the twitching of his anus. It was like an itch, causing his sphincter to contract involuntarily. Instinctively he knew what he meant, causing a flush to deepen his already hot red face.
He was learning to accept what was happening that was true, but his imagination was far harder to deal with. All those dark fantasises he'd been battling with were getting stronger. Not only about his brother either. Random thoughts were popping in and out of his confused brain and he had no idea why. What was his fathers cock like? Without even wanting to, he wondered if he was a big as Arnold. Mr Patel, his boss, too. What would his cock look like? It would be brown, that was for sure and he found he liked the idea. He imagined being beneath his desk, proudly displaying his newly found talent until Mr Patel squirted his cum in his mouth. Even thoughts of Mason, pushing him down to his knees as he cruelly tormented him, grabbing his hair as he undid his flies..........
What was happening to him? Was he destined to think about every man he met or saw? Is that what being gay meant? And why was he thinking about other men? Wasn't Arnold enough? He was everything Jack wasn't. They were polar opposites. Arnold was a man. A big bear of a man who made Jack feel weak, special, safe, scared and wanted all at once. His thick, hairy man cock got hard for him and the knowledge that he could have that effect on another man was..........exciting. God. It was so exciting. Overwhelmingly so.
All of these thoughts and more bore down on him until, without realising it, he'd finished mowing the lawn. He was dripping with sweat, quite literally. As Jack made his way indoors, the shade of the kitchen giving little relief, his tiny cock was bone hard and his head was spinning.
"Fucking hell, Jack," the old man exclaimed, quickly putting down his can of beer. "You need to get a cool shower. You look like you're about to pass out."
Wobbling unsteadily, Jack barely had any time to think as big strong hands gripped his waist and lifted him effortlessly from the floor. It felt as if he was floating as Arnold carried him through to the bathroom, but he did recall how good the old man's hairy shoulders felt.
He was naked in just a matter of seconds and then he was floating again, swinging through the air before the cold sensation of the bath carressed the soles of his feet bringing instant relief. He thought he heard Arnold saying something about the temperature of the water, but his misty eyes were locked onto the old man's fat hard cock. When had Arnold stripped from his shorts? And then the water, cool and blissful, rained down over him.
It was the first time he'd really seen Jack's feet, but they were every bit as beautiful as the rest of his body. They were slender and delicate. Slim toes too, with nails that looked manicured. Arnold really wasn't much of a "foot" man, but the thought of seeing his cock trapped between them made his meat drool. Fuck, they were so small he'd probably be able to get all 5 toes in his mouth and then some. Almost unconsciously, he made the decision that before their time was done, he would taste every square inch of young Jack's flawless, smooth, alabaster skin.
Armold was right. The cool shower was utterly blissful, slowly washing away the heat. Jack could taste the salt from his sweat on his lips as the water flowed over his upturned face. Big hands, remarkably gentle, were gliding over his skin and his tiny cock responded by twitching and leaking. He hadn't noticed Arnold climbing into the bath, but now he loomed over him, a wide smile on his face as he started soap Jack's body.
"You'll feel a bit better soon, baby," he wheezed. "Ain't nothing like a cool shower on a day like today."
Jack barely heard him really, he could only bask in the sensations. First it was his hands and arms, followed by his shoulders, underarms, chest then stomach. The deft touch against the sensitive nubs of his hard nipples sent shivers rolling down his spine. His tummy did somersaults as fingers came perilously close to his groin, but skilfully avoided making contact with his raging cock and tight balls. The front of his thighs were next, then knees, shins and his feet. It tickled a little as Arnold lifted each leg and thick fingers probed between his toes.
