my experience was very different. Puberty hit me like a tidal wave when I was 11 years old. In my twelfth year, the fashion was skintight Speedos at the beach (remember that poster of Mark Spitz in his Speedo, wearing his Gold medals ?) and I bought my first suit.
I was a wicked kid, and took great pride in my big dick. I would "arrange my equipment" for maximum comfort , which -coincidentally- produced a very
obvious bulge. When my Dad saw me for the first time in my Speedo, he commented that I wouldn't be so "obvious" if I scrunched everything "down". I replied - "but I'm comfortable THIS way". End of discussion ( and for me, the very first time anyone had commented on my big size ). To say the least, I was elated, and became obsessed with cock size from that day.
I read everything I could on penis size (remember Gary Griffen's booklets ?) and Kinsey, where I had it confirmed that at 14 years of age, my 8.5 long by 6.5 circumference cock was a rarity.
I also read about cockrings, and found a flexible plastic ring to wear. By then I had graduated to having several pairs of Speedos, which fit in different degrees of briefness / tightness. Wicked ? I was invited to a swim at the home of a gorgeous girl I lusted after, and showed up with my tiniest and tightest fitting speedo, wearing my cockring underneath. She was so hot in her bikini I was hard the entire afternoon. Her two younger sisters just couldn't take the hint to get scarce, so no action beyond some heavy kissing / touching, but a memorable day, remembered fondly, even today.