(This is the final version of Part 1. The formatting errors of the previous versions have been fixed, plus the name of the drug is caverject, not Primex)
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by Jonah Falcon Copyright 1998
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was 8" at age 10, 9" at 13, 10.5" at 15, 11" at 18, and 12.5"x7.5" now, 8.5"x6" when soft. This story never happened, but it's based on the fact that I was superhung at such an early age.
Http::/members.aol.com/jjholmes13/holmes.html is the Jonah Falcon Fan Club site. I'm 100% real and not unknown. (grin) So read on knowing that this is a fantasy dealing with why I grew up so big. In reality, I just had an overload of testosterone and interesting genes. Some of the events are absolutely true, however, such as the neighborhood kids harassment. All good fiction is based on real life. J]
Jon looked through his photo album, and sighed. The photo of him at seven years of age, peering over a book about chess made him think wistfully about what life was like before...
He groaned at slammed it shut. No regrets; that was counterproductive. Accept yourself as you are, the way you are. Being an adult film actor was not a bad job, despite what people tried to tell him. He was having fun and he felt like he belonged. There was never a shortage of work, if not in video, at least in go-go dancing, escort work, and so forth.
"Come on, Jon," yelled Stan, the video camera man, who poked his head into the room, "Time to work that shlong!" Stan laughed and left.
Jon looked down at his lifeless meat. The eight-and-a-half inch penis dangled from the chair, six inches in circumference. He'd unwisely worked it with an admirer the previous night and now it refused to even stir. Great, thought Jon, time for the caverject. Caverject was a drug injected into the base of a penis to expand the blood vessels to make blood enter faster than it could exit, forcing an erection that would last for 5 or 6 hours nonstop. A medical cockring, thought Jon sarcastically.
He pulled out the syringe and filled it with the medicine. He hated needles, so he tried to think about something else. Unfortunately, the only image came from that first visit to Dr. Zane when he was 9 years old.
"Hi Jonathan," said Dr. Zane as he patted the examining table, covered with what Jon always, even now, thought was paper towels.
"Hi," Jon responded meekly. He was exactly five feet tall, thin but healthy, reddish-brown hair with bangs that were too long.
"So, I heard you ejaculated last week, eh?" Dr. Zane chuckled.
"Huh?" Jon said, startled, "How'd you know?"
"Your mother told me you'd stained your sheets."
"Oh," Jon replied embarrassed.
Dr. Zane handed him a cup and said, "Can you fill this?"
"Oh, sure. I'll go pee," Jon began to hop down from the table.
"No, I want you to ejaculate into the cup."
"What?"
"Indulge me."
Jon went into the bathroom, and did his duty (AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry guys. No graphic depiction here. I don't actually write about sex, even masturbatory, involving preteens) and came back. Dr. Zane thanked him and took the sample and left the room.
Jon felt weird and twiddled his thumbs nervously. Something felt wrong here. But doctors were good, weren't they? They knew everything about the body. So maybe he was testing him for a disease or some kind of condition. Jon began to worry.
The doctor re-entered and looked a cross between smug and impressed. He put the cup down and asked, "Can you take off your clothes, please."
Jon gulped. This was the first time he'd even been asked to do something like this. "My clothes? Why?"
"Please."
Jon dutifully removed his clothes, and the doctor nodded and said out loud, "Average."
"What?"
"Nothing. Put your clothes back on."
Jon felt even weirder. Average what? "So, am I sick?"
This time the doctor laughed, "No. I have to ask you a favor. An experiment, actually."
This is it, Jon thought nervously, He's going to ask me to do something nasty with him.
The doctor took out what looked like a silver packet, and extracted two greenish-blue pills.
"What's that?" Jon asked, peering at the tablets.
"I want you to take these, once a week."
"What are they?"
"From your semen sample, I believe you might be susceptible to diabetes. I want you to take these so I can prove to people that they will work in diabetes prevention."
Jon sighed loudly in relief. Diabetes!
"Why keep it a secret?" Jon asked a second later.
Zane said in a low voice, "Because it hasn't been approved by the FDA, and experimenting on animals won't answer any questions about it. Besides, the only people that this would apply to are kids, like you."
Jon eyed the tablets nervously, "But what if they hurt me?" He got scared.
"Then I'll get the death penalty."
Something in Jon's brain told him to take the tablets. Jon put his hand out, and Zane dropped them into his hand. Jon missed the wide grin on Zane's face he was focused on the pills.
Zane handed Jon a glass of water and Jon blithely popped the pills into his mouth.
Jon woke from his reverie as the needle pierced the skin just below the pubic bone. Within minutes, his penis rose dutifully and became rigid. Almost thirteen inches, it was more than three fists long and slightly thicker than Jon's mansized wrist.
Jeff, the director walked in and said, "Whoa." He shook his head and said, "Damn, I never get used to that thing."
Jon shrugged.
Sensing something was wrong, Jeff asked, "What's wrong?" He looked at the syringe in Jon's hand and said, "Aw, man, again?"
Jon nodded.
"Don't fuck around before a shoot, man? I know you have huge balls, but even you don't have endless come! I mean, I really wanted a huge come-shot from you, Jon!"
Jon held his head and said, "Don't preach man. I'll pretend to come in the guy's ass. You can show him shooting instead of me."
"Yeah, but I wanted you to come on Harry's face."
"I'll try."
Jon woke up in the middle of the night. It was eight weeks after he'd started taking the tablets secrets from Zane. There were sharp pains in his balls, almost stabbing.
He quickly went to the bathroom and ran hot water in the tub. He'd once hurt his quadricep when he slipped on wet grass and pulled the muscle, and hot water relaxed and soothed the pain.
He hopped in the tub and the pain subsided slightly. He looked down and thought, My balls look bigger.
He thought nothing of it.
The shoot went by quickly. The bottom was new, and had never had something anywhere as big as Jon. He'd known about Jon and had sat on buttplugs, but two minutes into the scene with Jon he'd demanded to stop and allow him to take poppers.
Jon himself forced himself to act, giving every line with conviction. Being a writer and a mainstream actor before his porn life, he was better than most. Still, his thoughts were proccupied with his tenth birthday.
"Happy birthday, Jon!" Dr. Zane said warmly.
"Thanks," Jon beamed, having gotten his first present early - a new cartridge for his Atari 2600. His birthday party would be later that evening.
Zane became serious, a seriousness Jon never saw in the doctor before. He said slowly, "I need you to take off your clothes again."
"Um, ok," Jon said nervously, though he was not as nervous as he had been the eight months earlier when Dr. Zane had first made that request. He dutifully took off his clothes.
"Holy shit, " Zane said. This was another first ... seeing the doctor show emotion other than authoritative and smug.
Jon asked, "What?", secretly enjoying the lack of composure of the doctor.
Zane went up to Jon and grabbed his testicles and said, in some awe, "My bod, they're huge!"
Jon slapped the doctor's hand away and said, "Hey!"
He then said, "Your penis is also bigger. It works!"
"What?"
The doctor then said, "Please. Get yourself hard."
"What? No!" Jon said angrily.
"It's important. Very."
Something dawned on Jon. "The pills! I don't have diabetes!"
Zane sighed, and said, "No, I lied. The thing is, when I found out you'd gotten a viable ejaculation at just nine years of age, I saw the opportunity."
Jon pulled on his pants and said, "I'm outta here."
"No! Please! Stay!" The doctor looked pleading; Jon finally began to enjoy his power over the doctor, despite the sick feeling the experimentation gave his gut.
Jon said, "Okay, what do you want."
The doctor sighed in relief and said, "The pills are a modified testosterone mixture. I raised the amount of testosterone without the resulting damage to your testicles."
"That's good," Jon muttered sarcastically.
"Please, get an erection."
Jon got himself hard, and the doctor held a ruler to it. "Eight inches!," the doctor marveled, "And you're only five-foot!"
"So? Eight inches? Big deal."
The doctor laughed softly to himself. "Will you continue to take the pills?"
Jon shrugged noncommittally. "I guess."
"I want you to measure it every week. Please." The doctor said with some pleading.
"Okay."
(end part one)