Jack's Beanstalk

Enjoy this week's #TGIFF story, a day late. It's a dirty version of 'Jack and the Beanstalk," @5amWriterman style! Apparently his beanstalk brings all the boys to the yard! ;-)

Jack was a sad lonely boy living at home, on the farm, with his mother. His mother was his best friend and there were no secrets between them, except one. 
When Jack was in school he never thought of his sexuality until the day Little Boy Blew walked into his class. He walked with confidence, whipping his long, blond hair to one side which showed off his big blue eyes. And he had dimples when he smiled; dimples that melted Jack's heart and popped his first erection. Little Boy Blew noticed as he took his seat next to Jack, and winked. Jack flushed and stared embarrassingly at his books.

Jack tried to ignore Little Boy Blew. He was confused by his feelings and afraid he'd popped erections in public. But one day, Little Boy Blew followed Jack home and cornered him in the barn. "Jack," he said, "I know you noticed me the first day I showed up to class. Your cock never lies." He cornered Jack in one corner, kissed him, and grabbed Jack's crotch. Jack whimpered his pleasure into Little Boy Blew's mouth. Soon, Little Boy Blew was on his knees, ready to do what he did best on Jack's cock. But instead of pressing his pouty wet lips along Jack's erection, he laughed. "That's it?" he mocked as he stood up and pointed at Jack's penis. "That's the size of your penis? Oh my goodness, I've never seen anything so small!" laughed Little Boy Blew, "You'll never be able to penetrate any man with that stubby knob!" He left Jack standing in the corner with his pants down as he walked away laughing hysterically. Jack crouched in the corner, holding his knees to his chest, and cried. Why was he cursed with such a small dick?

At home, things weren't easy for Jack and his mother. They had a poor year of crops: limp corn stalks, gherkin-sized cucumbers, and over-sized blueberries that burst when they tried to collect them.

One day, Jack's mother came home holding a pail half-filled with cow's milk. She found Jack crying at the kitchen table and tried to comfort her son.

"Don't worry, Jack. Many farms have survived with tiny gherkins and limp corn. We'll pray that the chickens continue to lay enough eggs to sell at the market. It looks like our cow is squirting more blanks than milk. I was barely able to force a half-bucket full of milk. Poor thing, with stumpy mammary glands on her utter. Maybe we should consider trading her at the market. Would you go to the market and sell her? We could use the cash to buy food to store for the winter."

Jack still sobbed but he was able to confide one thing to his mother, "I wish I were man enough to better work the land and bring home more money. You lucked out with a pansy, skinny, weak boy."

"Jack, my son," replied his mother, "you are almost a man. Many things will change for you. Until then, I am proud of the hard work you do for this family." She kissed her son on the head and poured the milk into bottles to refrigerate. "We have a couple of hours left until the market closes. Will you bring the cow to market and sell her to the highest offer?"

"Yes, mother, I can do that," replied Jack, rubbing the tears from his eyes. But his walk to the market was torturous. Little Boy Blew was hanging out with friends along the path. They pointed and laughed, calling Jack "twinkie dickie" and "wee wee weenie." He tried to run past them, but the cow held him back; she couldn't keep pace with Jack's need to escape.

Once they reached the bridge, the taunting stopped. They were far enough from Little Boy Blew's group and Jack felt his anxiety slowly dissipate. That was until a strange, short, purple-faced troll blocked his path across the bridge.

"Fee, Fie, Foe, Flick. I smell the pheromones of a tiny dick," exclaimed the troll with a wicked grin on his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," retaliated Jack as he tried to walk around the troll. But every move Jack made, the troll followed and continued to block him.

"Do you seek a remedy for a cock so tiny?" asked the troll. Jack was intrigued and asked, "You have such a remedy?"

"Special blue beans," replied the troll, opening his hand and exposing four shiny blue beans.

"I've never seen such beautiful beans," said Jack in awe.

"They're yours, in exchange for that cow."

"I'm sorry, troll, but I have to take the cow to market. We are desperate for cash at home."

"Believe me, son, these magic beans will bring you more cash than you ever dreamed."

"But I thought they're used to help my tiny dick?"

"Eat these beans and when you wake tomorrow your tiny dick will cause you less sorrow. It will grow larger than life, bringing you fame, fortune, and maybe a wife." The troll sniffed Jack and said, "For you, maybe a husband."

Jack hesitated, but before he knew what was happening, the troll disappeared with his cow and Jack was left with beans in his hand. He was afraid to return home without the cash he promised his mom, so he took a seat underneath a tree, ate the four beans, and drifted into a deep sleep.

Jack woke the next morning with the rising sun. He yawned, stretched, and scratched his balls. But something blocked the path. He looked down and was startled. He had a massive stalk growing between his legs. He'd never seen anything so thick and large. It was glistening beautifully in the sun, showing off its massive head and thick veins as it grew larger with the desire burning inside Jack. He ached to touch it. He was scared, but his curiosity took over. He used one hand and glided it from base to tip. The brush of his hand against the tip made him shiver, and it grew bigger. The sight was too much for Jack. He had to use both hands to wrap around the entire girth...and he stroked the massive stalk that now transformed into a cock. He never felt such good vibrations traveling across his body. He noticed that the more he stroked, the greater the vibrations and this sent new sensations throughout his body; he felt like he was floating. And then his body did something it never did before: it shook with every muscle in spasm and a thick, white fluid escaped the massive cock. He couldn't control it, nor could he control his voice. He moaned and cried loudly into the atmosphere. The air carried his echo through the valleys and Jack felt satiated and sleepy when the ordeal was done. So he dozed under the tree, with one hand on his massive, stalk-sized cock, and his mouth never lost its smile.

When Jack woke up, it was probably midday based on the position of the sun. He rose from the ground and tried to hide his massive cock inside his pants, but it wouldn't fit, even though it was flaccid. Would he walk home with his cock hanging out of his pants? Well it seemed he had no other choice.

When he reached Little Boy Blew's group, he could see them getting ready for their usual taunts. He was scared what they would say as he walked by with his cock hanging outside his pants. To make things worse, it began to grow, larger than before, as he approached the group. Little Boy Blew was the first to attempt to say something, but he stood watching Jack walk by, his mouth wide open and salivating at the sight of the beautiful appendage that jutted enormously from Jack's crotch.

"Jack," said one of the other boys, "is that thing yours?"

Jack flushed, nodded yes, and kept walking.

"Wait!" said another boy, "I'll pay you to touch it."

"I'll pay you twice as much!" yelled another boy.

Soon, all the boys were propositioning to touch Jack's new thundersword. And they filled his pockets with change, like an ordinary whore, and touched every inch of it. Jack tried to swat them away but there were too many and he fell to the ground. This gave the boys the chance to lick, suck, and rub Jack's cock until he released a massive orgasm and covered the boys in a slick, white, shiny fluid. They licked the sweet and salty treat from their faces and from Jack's body. Some boys used their mouths to try to suck more from Jack's cock. Jack squirmed from the pleasure and moaned. The boys cheered when they heard the moans and stuffed more cash in Jack's pockets. When Jack started going limp, all the boys left except for Little Boy Blew. He watched Jack with hunger while stroking his erection in his hand.

"Hey Jack, if you think that felt great, wait until you fuck my ass with your massive cock!" said Little Boy Blew.

"Who said I wanted to fuck your ass?" replied Jack. He wiped the dirt off his clothes, secured the cash in his pockets, and walked home with his cock still hanging between his legs. Little Boy Blew followed, stroking himself the entire time.

When Jack arrived home, his mother was outside hanging the clothes. She noticed Jack walking exposed, so she ran to him with a bed sheet in her hands.

"Jack! Jack! You can't keep that monster outside your pants!" she yelled, wrapping Jack with the bed sheet.

"I'm sorry, mom, but it wouldn't fit in my pants."

"When did it get so big? And where were you last night? I was worried sick!"

"I fell asleep and woke up with this between my legs. The troll gave me magic beans before he disappeared with our cow."

"You traded our cow for magic beans to grow your Johnson? Now we'll have no money to buy the food we need for the winter!"

"Don't worry, mother, look!" Jack pulled the cash from his pants.

"Where'd did you get this money?" asked his mother. Jack explained what happened earlier with the boys and pointed to Little Boy Blew who was hiding behind a tree, still stroking his cock.

"Really? You made all this money from allowing the boys to play with it?" asked his mother.

"Yes. And Little Boy Blew is aching for his turn. I bet I could get a lot of cash from him."

"I don't know, Jack. I don't want you getting used and abused by these boys. Can't we find you some nice girls instead."

"I prefer boys, mom."

Jack's mother looked at him with her sad and gentle eyes. "I may never be a grandmother, but I love you Jack, no matter who you love. But please be careful. I don't trust boys like Little Boy Blew." She gave an icy evil stare to Little Boy Blew who turned to hide himself behind the tree, erection still in hand.

"Don't worry, mother, I'm a man now (at least one part of him was more man than most men could handle!) and I can take care of myself. But I'll take care of you too. Look how much money I can make with this thing!"

"Please, son, don't use your body's appendages to make money for the family," she pleaded.

"It's just like milking a cow, mother. I'll provide nourishment for the needy until we have enough money for the winter. Then I'll find myself a nice boy to marry."

His mother kissed Jack on the head and went inside their home. Jack turned around, faced Little Boy Blew, and wagged his finger to tell him to come to him. Little Boy Blew didn't hesitate - he ran until his erection was almost touching Jack.

"Are you ready to fuck my quivering hole?" asked Little Boy Blew.

"Wait for me in the barn. I'll meet you there," replied Jack. Little Boy Blew blew his load when he was told of Jack's plan. He hurried to the barn wiping and licking his fingers clean. He found a comfortable stack of hay, removed his clothing, and lay naked with his legs stretched out, exposing his pink pucker.

It took Jack almost an hour before he joined Little Boy Blew in the barn. He was wearing a pair of overalls that barely contained his erection; its head peeking out from the top. He walked towards Little Boy Blew and slowly undressed, one strap at a time. Little Boy Blew licked his lips and stroked his cock. His eyes bulged with lust when Jack's overalls fell to the ground and he saw the monstrous cock grow bigger than earlier today. It continued to grow in Jack's hand. It was a foot long, and still growing.

"Turn around and get on all fours," demanded Jack, "now!"

Little Boy Blew obeyed. Jack approached him and rubbed his cock along Little Boy Blew's crack. Little Boy Blew cried in ecstasy and spread his cheeks asking, "Fuck me! Fuck me now, Jack!"

"What's it worth to you?" breathed Jack into one of Little Boy Blew's ears.

"I'll pay you anything you want!"

Jack spit in his hand, spread it over his cock, and rammed it hard and deep into Little Boy Blew. He yelped loud at the massive intrusion and nearly jumped off Jack's cock, but Jack held him back by his hair. "You're not going anywhere. You're enjoying this too much!"

There was a tremendous amount of pain mixed with pleasure and lust filling Little Boy Blew's body. He wanted Jack to fill him up, but he didn't know if he could handle it. But when Jack's second thrust hit his sweet spot, Little Boy Blew's sight went dark and all he saw were spots. His body took control and pumped its ass against Jack's cock, taking it fully to its base. Jack growled with every thrust and Little Boy Blew yelped cries and moans that begged Jack to keep thrusting and abusing his hole. Jack felt an orgasm coming soon so he withdrew from Little Boy Blew's hole and came all over him. There was so much fluid that covered every inch of skin. Little Boy Blew's body shook when it felt Jack raining on his body, leaving wetness on the stack of hay. He turned around and stared at Jack's dripping erection. He took it in his mouth and sucked the remnants left in Jack's cock. Jack pulled out and left Little Boy Blew naked on his knees and licking his lips. A roar of cheers and applause came from behind Little Boy Blew. When he turned around, he saw all the boys from his crew. They were applauding, giving Jack high-fives, and stuffing his hands with cash.

"When's the next show, Jack?" asked one of the boys.

"Next week. Same place. And Little Boy Blew will be wearing Little Miss Muffit's dress while I fuck him again. Maybe I'll fill his hole next time and let the lot of you feed on it."

More applause and whistles followed Jack's announcement as he walked out the barn, proud, with overalls hung over his shoulder and his massive cock still erect.