Meeting Leon

by TreborNawoc   

Oh hey! Welcome to my little story. Pull up a pew, grab something to eat, and I’ll tell you about my life so far...

It all began on a gloomy November day. My parents were enjoying a movie—something about a barbarian and a gem with Arnold Schwarzenegger in it—when my mum went into labour. After 52 hours (I swear my mum adds an hour every time she tells the story) she gave birth to a little bouncing boy—me!

Now, obviously I can’t remember any of this, but my dad told me that it was a completely normal birth. My mum, however, tells me that the doctor detected something wrong and did some tests. Turns out that little Leon was born with an extra heart. Apart from that, there wasn’t anything immediately noticeable—nothing that would give away any future ‘differences’ anyway...

So two-hearted Leon grew up like any other normal boy—I went to school, played PlayStation, did sports, learned how to play piano, all the usual stuff. Turns out my tongue was slightly longer than all my classmates, but nothing freaky like in the comic books.

It was only when I got to high school that I started to realise that one part of me was growing faster than the rest...

It was the first week, and unlike primary school, we had showers to take after PE lessons. I, like most of the other boys, was shy and tried to avoid being seen naked, but one guy obviously had confidence enough to go through with it. At our age, we hadn’t really any sexual thoughts, but we had started to hear things. This one guy was walking naked through the changing room to the showers, and I heard someone whisper next to me that his ‘willy’ was huge. I quickly sneaked a glance—it wasn’t huge at all. In fact, compared to mine, it was tiny...

When I got home I mentioned this to my dad. At first he laughed, saying that boys my age shouldn’t be concerned about things like that but when I pressed him he said that I shouldn’t exaggerate either. Getting frustrated I pulled my trousers down and just showed him—and shocked mum who went past at the entirely wrong time and walked face first into the wall.

A few days later I was sat in the doctor’s, having my ‘penis’ (as the doctor called it, very scientifically to my 12-year-old mind) examined. It turns out that 12-year-olds aren’t meant to have 14 inch penises. The doctor asked me if I had started to notice any other ‘changes‚’ and started talking to my parents about something called ‘puberty’. I had heard it mentioned on TV a lot but didn’t really know what it meant.

Fast forward a year or two and I soon discovered what the doctor was hinting at...

I had stopped taking part in sports, as I was too embarrassed to shower naked and have people see my cock (I had learned from some of the other guys that this is the ‘grown-up’ name for it). I had regular check-ups with the doctor, always with my parents present, and he kept measuring me. I was 22 inches the last time, and he had started asking if I had noticed any changes with it, explaining that when I reach puberty it will start to get erect (yes, I giggled even though I didn’t really know why). I told him that it had done this once or twice but didn’t know what it meant.

Puberty hit me like a high-speed train...

I didn’t notice much hair growing, except on my armpits (oxters, as my dad called them), and a light dusting on my arms and legs. What I did notice was my cock—it grew like a snake! By 15 my cock was as long as my leg, and by 16 it was more than half my height. The doctor said he had never seen anything like it, but perhaps that explained why I was born with two hearts. He asked me whether I had ever had a full erection and I mentioned that I had but had never measured it as I couldn’t reach (that was a lie—of course I had measured it, as any 16-year-old with an almost 60-inch erect dick would...).

Naturally, by this point I was jerking off and experimenting a bit—sucking my own cock was easy, but jerking off always had to have a condom as I couldn’t just cum on my chest like the other guys. I was also too scared to try sex, as I thought people would be freaked out by my size.

Nobody really knew outside my parents and my doctor. I didn’t do any sports, so wasn’t in the changing room, and my mum had fashioned a backpack with a sleeve that came out my pocket. This let me carry my cock around with me without anyone really noticing. People just thought I was the crazy kid who never let his backpack out of his reach. The teachers were told that I was slightly on the spectrum and had to always have my backpack with me. They didn’t really care to be honest.

So, life went on. That was until I entered the last year of school. As we were completing our UCAS applications, sudden realisation hit me—what the hell am I going to do at University?! I can’t teach, not with this thing between my legs. I can’t do music, even though I was good enough—how ridiculous would it be sitting in white tie and tails with a backpack? Do I skip Uni and just get a job—new panic! What kind of job can I do that doesn’t draw attention to me? Is there something that lets me hide in plain sight?

I look out the window and see the hustle and bustle of town life go by—each person walking without having to care about hiding their junk. I spot the local priest, Father James, walk by in his cassock—nah, that wouldn’t work. I could wrap it around my waist a couple of times to hide it, but I’m just not religious enough. Then I spot some lawyers heading into the court next to our school—they’re all in gowns, or at least carrying them, and it hits me! I could be a lawyer! I’ve got the grades for it, so why not.

So, I decide it’s law for me. New panic! What do I do about living in halls? I can’t have a roomie! Okay, I’ll just need to commute and not socialise...

I start studying law at Uni, commuting each day with my backpack. Nobody bats an eyelid, although I look almost normal compared to some of the other students. By some miracle I avoid fresher’s week (good thing too, as I’ve never ever had any alcohol so who knows what might have happened!) and reach my 18th birthday, still a virgin (although I doubt there are many 18-year-old virgins with 80-inch soft cocks)

I keep myself to myself, passing all the exams and tests that I need to, doing all the placements and avoiding socialising with anyone. I pass, with honours, although my tutor does tell me that I need to interact with people more as I have no social skills, and this will hold me back in any career, but especially in law.

Little does anyone know that I’ve spent the last four years in a constant state of pain, trying to keep my cock from arousal until I got home. So many hot guys and girls at Uni, and all I wanted to do was meet them, speak to them, kiss them, fuck them, lick them... but I couldn’t. They’d just see a freak and run off screaming, and I’d be put in some sort of asylum with people studying me like I was some animal in a zoo. No, that couldn’t happen, and so I just had to keep jerking off my still growing cock each night, although it was getting harder and harder (no pun intended—all right, pun definitely intended) as I couldn’t fit in the house when I was erect.

And so, aged 21 and a half, I got myself a job in a little legal firm in town. It wasn’t a great paying job, but it was a start. It was also where I met Oleksii...

Oleksii started working at Barrett and Barrett at the same time I did. We were both paralegals and shared a tiny cupboard of an office. We had no choice but to interact. I had avoided having any kind of social interaction for years, and now realised what I had missed out on. We got on like a house on fire. He was sweet, kind, beautiful and very friendly. I felt feelings stir inside me—feelings that I knew I couldn’t act upon.

It was Oleksii who first asked the question about the backpack. I brushed it off, saying it was like a comfort blanket and good luck charm, and that placated him for the first few weeks. Then, one late night at work, he asked a question that pierced my defences like a lance.

“So why is it connected to your crotch?”

I froze. Nobody had ever asked that before (which is surprising, considering all the years I had been carrying it)

“C’mon then. ‘Fess up”

Flight or fight set in, and I didn’t know how to fight! The only problem was Oleksii stood by the door, blocking it completely.

“It’s a colostomy bag,” I said in a panicked rush.

“Nice try.” He lifted his shirt and showed that he had one himself. “Second answer?”

After thinking for a few minutes, with nothing believable coming into my head, I thought that the truth itself might not be taken as seriously.

“Okay,” I said, releasing a held breath. “My cock is so long that I have to put it in a bag to carry it about.”

“Oh, come on,”he laughed. “That’s even less believable than the colostomy bag...”

I don’t know what came over me at that time (although I’m glad it did) but I decided that I needed to prove that I wasn’t making it up. I pulled the zip at the top and opened the bottom compartment from inside the bag and lifted the head of my cock out to show him.

Oleksii’s eyes bulged at the sight. He slowly started walking the short distance between the door and my desk, his eyes never leaving my cock.

“Here,” I said, pulling more out of the backpack, “you can feel it to prove it’s real.”

I threw my cock towards him, and he caught it, almost dropping it in disbelief when he realised it was the real deal. A shiver crept down my spine as I felt my cock in the hands of another person (well, except from the doctor who checks it every year). My god, I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all my life.

“Leon,”Oleksii whispered. “It’s real. -Ø-∫-æ-≥-æ –¥-ñ–¥-å-∫-∞? (What the hell?)”

My eyes were closed, pleasure flowing through me as Oleksii twisted my cock in his hands. I completely forgot where I was, my cock was starting to get hard.

“How... how long is it?”Oleksii asked, bringing me slightly to my senses.

“Do you really want to know?” I asked, scared at the prospect of him saying ‘yes’.

In response, Oleksii leant over and kissed me on my lips. The feeling of his lips against mine, a feeling I had longed for, but always believed was forbidden, sent shockwaves through my body. I returned his kiss with the passion of a pent-up teenager, when an alarm bell rang at the back of my mind.

“Oh shit,” I said, breaking the kiss. “We’ve got to go... now!”

Grabbing my backpack in one hand, and holding a confused Oleksii’s hand in another, we dashed out of the office, somehow managing to lock everything up, switch everything off, sign out and get in my car in minutes. I started driving home, while Oleksii sat worried in the passenger seat, confused as to what’s going on.

“I’m not... I’m not going to make it,” I said, through gritted teeth.

I pulled over and ran into the park. Oleksii followed me, concerned for me, wondering what the matter is.

The park is dark enough, and nobody was about at that time of night. I grabbed at the zip on my trousers, struggling against the expanding cloth, before giving up and ripping them off. I started pulling my hardening cock out of the cloth tube linking them to my backpack. Oleksii caught up and saw me. He stared, mouth wide open, at the countless inches that are being pulled out from the bag, like a magician pulling a magic scarf out of a hat...

My cock continued to harden, stretching further, and further, and further. Oleksii realised what he needed to do. He raced down to my cock head, and started to jerk me off, as I start at the base.

I moaned like a teenager in heat as four hands started to work on my long pole. Oleksii was so far away, but I could just hear him talking to himself. I should have been worried—nobody but the doctor had ever seen me like this—but I don’t care. In fact, I was glad that I was finally free around someone.

With relief flowing through me at the realisation, and the completely new feeling of someone else jacking me off, it didn’t take long before I blew my load all over the park. Like thick white rain, my cum spewed all around, Oleksii trying to hold me like a firehose.

After I had finished, Oleksii came up to me and lay down beside me.

“So, you never answered my question?”he laughed.

I reached over, and undid his trouser zip, taking his cock in one of my hands (only fair, after what he did for me!).

“Oh,” I said, nonchalantly, “it was 305 inches hard at my last check, but that was nearly a year ago. Who knows what it is now...”

At the words Oleksii came instantly.

“You mean it’s still growing?”he asked, worried and yet aroused.

“Yup.”

“Fuck me...”Oleksii whispered to himself.

“Oh, I’d love to,” I teased, pointing to my cockhead, “but you’re going to have to go all the way down there...”

It was that day that I knew we would spend the rest of our lives together...

So, you’re probably wondering what we’ve been up to since then? I mean it was nearly 17 years ago!

Well, we both qualified as solicitors, set up our own firm, made lots of money and retired early. Now we live in this rather nice, open plan (ahem), house.

Oh, we didn’t make the money as solicitors. No. You see, we got bored during the pandemic, so Oleksii set up an OnlyFans account showing off my cock. Yes, most people think it’s fake—a ‘good fake’ they keep telling us—but they still pay the money. Last month we made over £100k from OnlyFans alone. Hell, there’s even groups of guys who pay just to all jack me off at the same time (and boy does it feel amazing!)

Thanks to my cock we’ve managed to set ourselves up for life. And what a life...

And yes, it’s still growing, although it is slowing down a bit now. Doctor had to hire out a football pitch to measure it at my last annual check-up—standing on one goal line my erect cock comfortably reached the other end of the pitch and beyond. Wonder how big I’ll be next year...

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