Johnny had two dicks.
One was long and red and hard all the time now that he was full grown.
The other was rooted in the same place but short and fat and full. He dared not stroke it else it would double in girth, then double again!
The fat one was kept hidden in his breeches, crafted with extra room to hide his shame.
His schooling done, he had never learned much sitting in the back by the stove.
And priest did not allow him in the church and said he was wicked and lustful all the time.
He was not allowed to be confirmed like the others who had turned 19 that past year. He sat in the churchyard while they sang hymns and received their sacraments and gifts.
The Mayor's daughter, Marge they called her after her grandmother, lounged by the side door. She had arranged the flowers, having been confirmed the previous year. While the service droned on she leaned against the wall, her work done, bored.
"Johnny, come and show me what you have there!" she chided him.
Stubborn, he rose from the gravestone he sat upon and approached. "If you must see, here is my shame and why I cannot be called a man today." He dropped his pants to see her disgust.
But she was not disgusted. "Oh Johnny! You are so long and erect! Longer than the fellows in the choir! Longer than the men smoking behind the tavern! Truly you are already a man!"
She knelt by him and touched his long member with both hands, stroking him slowly.
"That never works. No matter how I rub or stroke, it's always long and hard!"
She blushed at this but kept on with her attentions.
"I know a way to make it behave." With that she put her mouth on the tip while continuing to stroke.
This was something new! Her lips were better than fat from the hearth, her tongue more clever than his fingers. And somehow having another stroke him felt new and different.
After a minute he said "It's no use! You are just making it harder and longer!"
"I know a way to fix that too!" With that she led him to her family's crypt, drawing him there by his cock. Inside she bade him lay on a stone and climbed up to straddle him.
"This will tame your beast!" She pulled up her skirts and sat on him.
"Uhhhh! What can this be, that you are on me, but I am in you?"
"That's my cunt, which is made for taming cocks. But never before one this long! Ahhhh!"
She bumped up and down, which drove him to distraction. His legs bent and unbent; his hands clutched at her frock. She took his arms and put them under her clothes, so that he could clutch her naked young womans' breasts.
Johnny protested "Oh! Oh! Oh! You will kill me!" His hips began to rise and fall without his meaning to, in time to her humping, meeting her cunt each time it plunged and bucked.
Marge's face turned red, and her humping became frantic. She shouted "Fuck me! Fuck me! With your wild red cock!"
His cock began to twitch and pulse like it had never done before. Just as he could stand no more, Marge began to scream.
"You beast! Cum! Cum! Fill me! Waaaa!"
And he did, his long red cock now spurting out something hot and thick, filling her cunt until the spew leaked down onto his hips, his legs and the stone.
And a miracle happened! His cock was no longer hard, and not as long. With a slurp! it slipped out of her as she collapsed onto his chest.
"Are you ok? Have I hurt you?" Johnny was terrified he had killed her.
She looked up with half-closed eyes, her face just inches from his. "No, Johnny, I'm not killed. I'm truly alive! You have an amazing cock!" She smiled at him for the first time in his life.
The music was ending so they scrambled up, arranged their clothes, blotted the wet from their legs with some dry grass, and returned to the church just as the newly minted adults streamed out.
Marge ran to meet her girlfriends, all smiles. Johnny had no friends, so sat back down on a gravestone to watch them. They talked and joked and smiled at one another.
As they left in a group to the town hall to feast, Johnny saw Marge whispering to her girlfriend, Goldie the Goldsmith's daughter. She was called that because of her golden curls.
Marge pointed at him, and both looked and laughed. He was used to that, but it hurt especially today.
Walking down the alley to the back of the hall, he sat on a fence and looked at the river while they feasted. He would get no feast today, just the stew his mother always made on Sunday.
It was good, but not as good as a meal with friends might be.
As the feast finished the back door opened, and Goldie slipped out.
"Johnny, I hear you are a man as well! I am called a woman today and would see for myself!"
Johnny blushed. His cock was still limp, shorter and no longer hard.
"I have finally tamed my cock today, so there's nothing to see."
He was dejected. His cock was finally obedient to his will, but too late for school or confirmation. Even if he was a man, it was without sacrament nor education.
Goldie looked disappointed.
"But what is that?" She pointed to the bulge in his pants. It was his fat cock, visible now that his long cock was at rest.
He again dropped his pants, bent his long cock aside and pulled the fat one out of its pocket where he'd kept it all this time.
Again, Goldie wasn't disgusted; her pale cheeks flushed, and her hands reached out on their own to cup his monstrous second dick.
"Oh Johnny! You've kept this from us all your life?"
"It's no use; this one is too fat to be any use to anyone; that's what my Mother always says."
Goldie had other ideas. She pulled him down the lawn to the boathouse, and into a dingy moored there. She pushed him onto a bale, his fat cock visible by the light through the tiny window.
Pulling off her silken panties and stuffing them into her blouse pocket with a practiced motion, she straddled him like Marge had done.
"Why bother? It will never fit in a cunt." He used his new word with some pride, having just that day discovered what young women had hidden under their skirts.
Goldie disagreed. "My cunt can manage. It's managed the stevedore's fat prick, come monthly from upriver to pick up cotton. It's managed the bank manager's stub, in the vault on counting-day."
With that she reached between them and grabbing his short stump, wriggled and shuffled and stuffed it inside her.
She was right! Goldie was quite different from Marge, having a long wide cunt made perfectly for cocks like this. He felt his member grow from the slick embrace of her chubby cunt lips.
"Take care! It's barely begun! It will grow and grow, becoming too fat for you!"
"Oooh! I think I'll like that!"
