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My second year of Community College had just ended and I was on my way to being a 20 year old virgin that lived with his parents. At least I wouldn't be living at home with Mom and Dad next year. I had been excepted to a State school and I'd be living on campus. I'd still be a hopeless virgin with no girlfriend. It wasn't that I didn't like women I love women and it's not because I'm a bad looking guy. I'm six feet tall one hundred and ninety pounds Dark brown hair bright green eyes. Years of playing lacrosse had left me pretty ripped, but not jacked. I had plenty of opportunities with girls I had dated, but never acted on it, because I was ashamed of the size of my penis.
It all started in high school thanks to my buddy Bill. He played lacrosse with me and happened to be a real asshole. He would hide your towel when you were in the shower and yell stuff like “Whats up baby dick!” as you walk by to get your clothes from your locker. That was just the start of the torture he inflicted. One day in the locker room after practice he was saying that average penis size was ten inches. “Bull shit!” I exclaimed, but he swore it was the truth. I thought he looked smaller then me soft almost half my size, I had seen other guys in the shower and locker room and I seemed to be pretty average and even big in some cases. I tried to protest, “how much does the average hard-on grow.” He said “calm down big guy I'm just saying what I heard..” Bill continued saying he over heard his older sister who was in college talking to her friends. They were saving they gave nick names like Pinky Winky to guys that were below average and made sure other girls new about their short comings.
The thought of that horrified me Bill's sister was wicked hot. I didn't want hot girls like her to mock me and tell their hot friends. So, I decided then no matter how long I dated someone I was bailing before we got too hot and heavy. I'd just have to wait until I found the woman I'd marry and who loved me enough to keep my little secret. This caused other problems that I learned to solve on my own. I had turned masturbation into an art form. I could make it take hours or minutes. Some days I could jack it all day long if I wanted to my record was 12 times in one day. That brings you up to date with my sad little story of deceit.
So now I'm sitting in my parents backyard by their pool reading on a warm day in late June. Trying to work my way through one of the books on my new schools suggested reading list. I Just seem to be reading the same sentence over and over again. There was just half a dozen other things I would have rather been doing. My parents had gone on a three day vacation. I had the house to myself for the weekend and here I was studying (I know, I'm a nerd). It was such a nice day outside. I decided to get a little sun I took off my shirt and stretched out in the sun.
I was day dreaming more then reading enjoying the warm sun on my chest when I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. I reach up the leg of my shorts and gave my little buddy a squeeze to let him know I hadn't forgotten him. It felt so good I gave him another. He began to grow and poke out the bottom of my shorts. The warm summer air felt so inviting that I decided reading could wait. I pull my my shorts back and began stroking my cock. At first I stoked it slowly, as my cock expanded in my hand my speed increased. It felt so incredible jerking my cock outdoors. I closed my I eyes and as I felt a refreshing summer breeze. My climax had just began to build when my concentration was shattered by a female voice “Oh My God Johnny!!! your fucking huge.”
It all started in high school thanks to my buddy Bill. He played lacrosse with me and happened to be a real asshole. He would hide your towel when you were in the shower and yell stuff like “Whats up baby dick!” as you walk by to get your clothes from your locker. That was just the start of the torture he inflicted. One day in the locker room after practice he was saying that average penis size was ten inches. “Bull shit!” I exclaimed, but he swore it was the truth. I thought he looked smaller then me soft almost half my size, I had seen other guys in the shower and locker room and I seemed to be pretty average and even big in some cases. I tried to protest, “how much does the average hard-on grow.” He said “calm down big guy I'm just saying what I heard..” Bill continued saying he over heard his older sister who was in college talking to her friends. They were saving they gave nick names like Pinky Winky to guys that were below average and made sure other girls new about their short comings.
The thought of that horrified me Bill's sister was wicked hot. I didn't want hot girls like her to mock me and tell their hot friends. So, I decided then no matter how long I dated someone I was bailing before we got too hot and heavy. I'd just have to wait until I found the woman I'd marry and who loved me enough to keep my little secret. This caused other problems that I learned to solve on my own. I had turned masturbation into an art form. I could make it take hours or minutes. Some days I could jack it all day long if I wanted to my record was 12 times in one day. That brings you up to date with my sad little story of deceit.
So now I'm sitting in my parents backyard by their pool reading on a warm day in late June. Trying to work my way through one of the books on my new schools suggested reading list. I Just seem to be reading the same sentence over and over again. There was just half a dozen other things I would have rather been doing. My parents had gone on a three day vacation. I had the house to myself for the weekend and here I was studying (I know, I'm a nerd). It was such a nice day outside. I decided to get a little sun I took off my shirt and stretched out in the sun.
I was day dreaming more then reading enjoying the warm sun on my chest when I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. I reach up the leg of my shorts and gave my little buddy a squeeze to let him know I hadn't forgotten him. It felt so good I gave him another. He began to grow and poke out the bottom of my shorts. The warm summer air felt so inviting that I decided reading could wait. I pull my my shorts back and began stroking my cock. At first I stoked it slowly, as my cock expanded in my hand my speed increased. It felt so incredible jerking my cock outdoors. I closed my I eyes and as I felt a refreshing summer breeze. My climax had just began to build when my concentration was shattered by a female voice “Oh My God Johnny!!! your fucking huge.”