In junior high I was the target of a fair amount of teasing and bullying: I was pretty small and skinny, not very coordinated or athletic (then, anyway) with bright red hair and heavily freckled. Also, I didn't start puberty until I was in high school, so my genitals were small and hairless in comparison to most of my peers. To top it off I'm uncut which was pretty unusual at the time (mid 80s). I was so miserable from the harassment about my appearance and being shoved around, I begged my parents to let me attend the private, all boys, catholic high school on the other side of town rather than continue on to the public high school with the rest of my peers.
At the new school I was pretty much unknown to anyone, so I was able to get off to a good start and found that I fit in pretty well. My freshmen year I was able to get away with changing for PE as fast as possible and avoid showering at school. Sophomore year, however, I ended up with a first period PE class and there was no way I was going to get away without showering and then going around stinking the rest of the day. For about the first the first month I was able to change, wrap a towel around my waist, and get in and out of the shower before anyone got a chance to get a good look, but one day the coach kept me behind a for a few minutes to talk to me (more about that in a bit) and I got into the locker room late.
I was dreading getting into the shower because I was sure I was the teasing was going to start just like it had before once the other guys saw my dick. Well, puberty may have been late starting, but once it did, I guess I caught up pretty quickly because when I got into the shower no one said anything at first. I think because I was so self-conscious about my appearance I was pretty clueless about how much I'd matured. Anyway, one of the guys I'd gotten to know pretty well looked over and said "holy shit, that thing looks like a firehose" and that pretty much became my nickname for the rest of high school. (Later, when I got home, got a ruler and measured: about 6" soft, about 8.25" long and 3.5" wide hard. My foreskin still covers about half of the the head when I'm hard, but slides back without a problem. My dad made sure when I was little that I knew to skin it back when I shower and I've never had problems with bad odors or smegma.)
Once I got up the nerve and looked at the rest of my peers, it became pretty obvious that I was indeed better endowed than most--being small and skinny as well as having a fair about of foreskin hanging off the end my dick made it look that much bigger. I'd also ended up with a decent pair of low hangers and thick bush of dark red pubic hair to complete the picture. I was pretty embarrassed about the comments about the size of my dick and always blushed when anyone asked how I got the nickname "Hose," but I was also kind of proud of it, too. There were a few other uncut guys in my class, so being uncut was unusual but not that big of a deal. It took awhile, but eventually I got used to showering in public and stopped worrying about it.
The reason the PE teacher kept me behind was to talk to me about was joining the wrestling team because they didn't have anyone for the 103 weight class and he thought I could fit the bill. We'd been doing wrestling in PE and he thought I showed a fair amount of promise. Initially, I was resistant to the idea, but the coach also had asked a couple of the upperclassmen as well as a guy in my class to work on me about joining, so I ended up trying out for the team.
While I wasn't an outstanding wrestler, it was a sport where I could compete against others about my weight and physical size, and that made a big difference for me. Also the coach was great at getting us to work as a team and to support each other, so I ended up feeling pretty good about myself and accepted by a good group of friends. The practices and regular sessions in the weight room also did a lot to help me fill out and improve my self-image. While I was never a stand out member of the team I was definitely respectable and did earn the "Most Improved" award my first year, and lettered my junior year.
The best moment, though, was in my first year of wrestling. At a tournament held at the public high school I should have attended, one of the worst tormenters from junior high was being weighed in the about the same time as me (he was in the weight class just above of mine). He'd seen me earlier as our team was coming in, and made some smartass remark to the effect that "it figures a fag would go to a fag school." which pissed me off. Since, I was just on the edge of making weight I had to take off my shorts at weigh-in so, I know he got a good look at what I now had hanging between my legs. It turned out that he was at the edge of making weight too, and it was pretty obvious his dick hadn't grown much bigger since junior high--what looked big and impressive then, looked pretty below average for a high school kid.
During the tournament, I pinned the guy from his team pretty quickly and ended up losing on points later to a guy from a different school who eventually went on to the state tournament. I ending up watching first his match and he ended up being pinned even quicker than the guy I pinned, so I felt pretty vindicated.
As I recall, it was about then I noticed that I was attracting a fair amount of long looks from people when I was wearing a wrestling singlet. Early on, the coach took me aside and told me I had to wear a jockstrap under my singlet, not briefs like some of the other guys. I'd worn briefs at one or two of my first matches and I guess the singlet didn't leave much to the imagination.
Later that year the same guy ended up party at the same party as me, but we ignored each other. One of the girls who was there heard a buddy call me "Hose" and she asked how I got the name, so my buddy told her. The guy from junior high was standing nearby, so I know he heard the whole discussion about my the size of my dick and I knew he knew he didn't come close to measuring up. As usual, I turned bright red while my buddy was having a great time embarrassing the hell out of me, but the girl ended up getting me alone later and I got my first blow job from her. She confirmed that I was biggest she'd ever seen; she'd never been with an uncut guy before and thought the extra skin was fun to play with.
It wasn't until college that I figured out that I really liked guys better--and in general guys give much better head. My first blow job from a guy was while sharing a hotel room for an out of town meet.