When I was in 9th grade I got a stiffy in the showers. Don't know what it was, but having a sensationally beautiful older kid with a long one to look at didn't hurt. Anyway, it kept rising, and the more I tried to will it down, the bigger it got. I reached full size (7+) earlier than most of the classmates, and compared to theirs (they were mostly 14) it was a monster. There was no hostile talk, or fag talk, at all. Just things like, "you're gonna kill someone with that" or more jealous comments. I also became fairly popular as several guys wanted to jerk off together. I went to my 30th reunion, and one smart-ass asked "How's it hangin'?", then grab his crotch, laughing. Old memories sometimes never die.