(1st installment of an ongoing series)
It's the Size
It was a school physical. The boys were lined up on benches in the hall, each awaiting to hear their name called by the nurse. The boys sat nervously, clad only in their underwear, as one-by-one they were ushered into the doctors exam room.
Tommy West had sat on the hard bench an hour before his name was finally called. He was relieved to at last be finished with the wait, and entered the hushed silence within the exam room.
Tommy West? asked the nurse, eyeing him over the top of her glasses. She was a senior nurse, about 48 years old, there to assist Dr. Giti Halsten, a 32-year-old general practitioner, and an intern, Lori Edwards, a college senior nursing student of about 23.
Yes Maam, the boy said haltingly, standing with his hands folded over the front of his underwear.
He was embarrassed in front of the three women. He blushed, and in the embarrassment he felt a stab of anger, miffed over being subjected during a school physical to such intimate exposure to females while wearing only a pair of worn old underwear.
He moved with a steady care, so as not to dislodge the carefully packed bulge tucked in his underwear in front of the three women. The nurses and doctor did notice the diligence with which this particular boy strived to keep the front of his underwear hidden behind his hands. What was he hiding? Lori, wondered. Embarrassed for the boy, she averted her eyes.
The doctor, a bespectacled, was a brown-haired woman of what could best be described as average female height and build, but of significantly above average intelligence. The young doctor was sweetly pretty, and naïve, and she maintained a polite smile throughout her examination. She had him lie on a cushioned table while she thumped his abdomen; checked his ears; listened to his lungs and heart; and took his pulse and blood pressure. Finally, asking him to stand, she asked him to lower his pants so she could check him for a hernia.
He froze for a moment, stunned, then took a deep breath and lowered the underpants to knees. He looked straight ahead. The doctor stooped before him, saying nothing, for quite some time.
Finally breaking the silence, she told Tommy he could pull his underwear up again. Wait right here, Ill be right back, she said, and signaled for the two nurses to follow her to the other side of the room. They stood behind a bathroom door, and the doctor began to whisper to the nurses, but Tommy could only make out broken fragments of it.
you see it? unbelievable crazy!...nothing like that before, ever
A moment later the doctor and two nurses approached him again.
Tommy, could you please pull your underwear down again? the doctor asked.
Tommy put his thumbs under the elastic band, and bent down as he pulled them down to below his knees, and then stood up.
The three women stood there, dumbfounded, their mouths frozen in sustained gasps, rapt in disbelief about was hanging there before their eyes
(nine years later)
In the years since that moment, targeted by bullies in his school, Tommy had faced similarly humiliating experiences. Dismissed as a nerd, Tommy had failed at sports and looked like a wisp next to muscle-bound jocks in his school. As a weakling among bullies, he endured a succession of bizarrely cruel nicknames.
By the time he had become a 20-year-old engineering college student, he was resigned to a withdrawn demeanor, a shy reserve that he maintained as a sort of invisibility shield.
There were, of course, friends, all a part of the same circle of campus nerds who were into theater, or band, or computers. Needing three physical fitness credits, Tommy followed many of his friends and enrolled in a weight-lifting class, which was offered as a physical fitness elective. It was generally assumed to be an easy way to get three physical education credits out of the way. As part of the class, students were required to record a regime of workouts over the course of four weeks, to be conducted at the students choice of place. Tommy, often seeing a sign in a nearby store front that said L & Ls Gym, decided to inquire about student discounts at the gym. It would be an ideal gym for his weight-lifting regimen since it was just a few-blocks walk from his rented room.
When he entered the gym, a young woman clerk behind the desk handed him a form to fill out. Tommy filled it out, eager to try out the machines and weights of the gym. The clerk handed him a towel and a set of keys to a locker.
After he changed into sweatpants and began his workout, the owner of the gym, a woman of about 32, took notice of him.
He looks familiar she thought. She asked the clerk who the new member was, and when she heard the name, her memory jogged.
Thomas O. West
She remembered that name, ever since that day when she was a young nursing intern, when shed been in the room when the doctor had the boy remove his underwear. It was something she never forgot.
She had gone on to marry a businessman who owned a chain of gyms. Abandoning her nursing career, she co-owned and helped run the business, and was represented in the businesss name: Larry and Lori Goldings Gym.
Unbeknownst to Tommy, she watched him in his workout. Tommy flailed a bit on some machines, clearly unskilled at athletic endeavor. Lori looked for a sign of what shed seen that day nine years ago when Tommy was a skinny kid in his underwear. It was there, she could see, clearly, unmistakably bulging, although in an exaggerated shape shed never quite seen before on a man, almost comical in its extremity.
When he was finished she approached him, hoping he wouldnt recognize her as the nurse whod stood their mind-boggled before him that day. She tested the waters.
Hi, she offer him her hand to shake.
Hi, Tommy managed shyly.
Im the owner her, she said, looking for a sign of recognition in his eyes. I was wondering if you needed a trainer.
Tommy had indeed not recognized Lori as the intern from his exam. The faces of that day had long since faded in his memory. Lori, on the other hand, had the memory of Tommy with his underwear at his knees seared into her mind. She had recalled the image many, many times since: hanging under the weight of its own mass, perceptibly flaccid, jiggling and flopping a bit in its softness, folds of skin bunching up softly at the head, plump and flared out at the coronal ridge in an exagerated masculinity. The penis was massively, ridiculously over sized. Upon seeing it, she had instinctually felt it was a deformity, a case of over-developed genitalia, which certainly was beyond anything she knew to exist. She felt, at once, sympathy and intrigue for this young male with the unusually large genitalia. How sad for the poor boy to be burdened by the incredibly large appendage on a daily basis. Yet, how fascinating to see such a fantastically big specimen! What kind of adolescent growth anomaly could cause this? It must have been a massive surge or growth hormone, focused solely on his cock and balls! She wondered. Much like the rare gigantism of men who grow to 8 feet in height, towering gangly like giants over normal men, this boys genitalia, so exaggerated in its length and heft, was strange and intriguing.
Yes, but how much would it cost, Tommy asked.
On the house, call it a student special, Lori said.
Gee thanks, Tommy said.
When Tommy left, Loris heart was still pounding, exhilarated by the bold step shed taken.
(more to come)
It's the Size
It was a school physical. The boys were lined up on benches in the hall, each awaiting to hear their name called by the nurse. The boys sat nervously, clad only in their underwear, as one-by-one they were ushered into the doctors exam room.
Tommy West had sat on the hard bench an hour before his name was finally called. He was relieved to at last be finished with the wait, and entered the hushed silence within the exam room.
Tommy West? asked the nurse, eyeing him over the top of her glasses. She was a senior nurse, about 48 years old, there to assist Dr. Giti Halsten, a 32-year-old general practitioner, and an intern, Lori Edwards, a college senior nursing student of about 23.
Yes Maam, the boy said haltingly, standing with his hands folded over the front of his underwear.
He was embarrassed in front of the three women. He blushed, and in the embarrassment he felt a stab of anger, miffed over being subjected during a school physical to such intimate exposure to females while wearing only a pair of worn old underwear.
He moved with a steady care, so as not to dislodge the carefully packed bulge tucked in his underwear in front of the three women. The nurses and doctor did notice the diligence with which this particular boy strived to keep the front of his underwear hidden behind his hands. What was he hiding? Lori, wondered. Embarrassed for the boy, she averted her eyes.
The doctor, a bespectacled, was a brown-haired woman of what could best be described as average female height and build, but of significantly above average intelligence. The young doctor was sweetly pretty, and naïve, and she maintained a polite smile throughout her examination. She had him lie on a cushioned table while she thumped his abdomen; checked his ears; listened to his lungs and heart; and took his pulse and blood pressure. Finally, asking him to stand, she asked him to lower his pants so she could check him for a hernia.
He froze for a moment, stunned, then took a deep breath and lowered the underpants to knees. He looked straight ahead. The doctor stooped before him, saying nothing, for quite some time.
Finally breaking the silence, she told Tommy he could pull his underwear up again. Wait right here, Ill be right back, she said, and signaled for the two nurses to follow her to the other side of the room. They stood behind a bathroom door, and the doctor began to whisper to the nurses, but Tommy could only make out broken fragments of it.
you see it? unbelievable crazy!...nothing like that before, ever
A moment later the doctor and two nurses approached him again.
Tommy, could you please pull your underwear down again? the doctor asked.
Tommy put his thumbs under the elastic band, and bent down as he pulled them down to below his knees, and then stood up.
The three women stood there, dumbfounded, their mouths frozen in sustained gasps, rapt in disbelief about was hanging there before their eyes
(nine years later)
In the years since that moment, targeted by bullies in his school, Tommy had faced similarly humiliating experiences. Dismissed as a nerd, Tommy had failed at sports and looked like a wisp next to muscle-bound jocks in his school. As a weakling among bullies, he endured a succession of bizarrely cruel nicknames.
By the time he had become a 20-year-old engineering college student, he was resigned to a withdrawn demeanor, a shy reserve that he maintained as a sort of invisibility shield.
There were, of course, friends, all a part of the same circle of campus nerds who were into theater, or band, or computers. Needing three physical fitness credits, Tommy followed many of his friends and enrolled in a weight-lifting class, which was offered as a physical fitness elective. It was generally assumed to be an easy way to get three physical education credits out of the way. As part of the class, students were required to record a regime of workouts over the course of four weeks, to be conducted at the students choice of place. Tommy, often seeing a sign in a nearby store front that said L & Ls Gym, decided to inquire about student discounts at the gym. It would be an ideal gym for his weight-lifting regimen since it was just a few-blocks walk from his rented room.
When he entered the gym, a young woman clerk behind the desk handed him a form to fill out. Tommy filled it out, eager to try out the machines and weights of the gym. The clerk handed him a towel and a set of keys to a locker.
After he changed into sweatpants and began his workout, the owner of the gym, a woman of about 32, took notice of him.
He looks familiar she thought. She asked the clerk who the new member was, and when she heard the name, her memory jogged.
Thomas O. West
She remembered that name, ever since that day when she was a young nursing intern, when shed been in the room when the doctor had the boy remove his underwear. It was something she never forgot.
She had gone on to marry a businessman who owned a chain of gyms. Abandoning her nursing career, she co-owned and helped run the business, and was represented in the businesss name: Larry and Lori Goldings Gym.
Unbeknownst to Tommy, she watched him in his workout. Tommy flailed a bit on some machines, clearly unskilled at athletic endeavor. Lori looked for a sign of what shed seen that day nine years ago when Tommy was a skinny kid in his underwear. It was there, she could see, clearly, unmistakably bulging, although in an exaggerated shape shed never quite seen before on a man, almost comical in its extremity.
When he was finished she approached him, hoping he wouldnt recognize her as the nurse whod stood their mind-boggled before him that day. She tested the waters.
Hi, she offer him her hand to shake.
Hi, Tommy managed shyly.
Im the owner her, she said, looking for a sign of recognition in his eyes. I was wondering if you needed a trainer.
Tommy had indeed not recognized Lori as the intern from his exam. The faces of that day had long since faded in his memory. Lori, on the other hand, had the memory of Tommy with his underwear at his knees seared into her mind. She had recalled the image many, many times since: hanging under the weight of its own mass, perceptibly flaccid, jiggling and flopping a bit in its softness, folds of skin bunching up softly at the head, plump and flared out at the coronal ridge in an exagerated masculinity. The penis was massively, ridiculously over sized. Upon seeing it, she had instinctually felt it was a deformity, a case of over-developed genitalia, which certainly was beyond anything she knew to exist. She felt, at once, sympathy and intrigue for this young male with the unusually large genitalia. How sad for the poor boy to be burdened by the incredibly large appendage on a daily basis. Yet, how fascinating to see such a fantastically big specimen! What kind of adolescent growth anomaly could cause this? It must have been a massive surge or growth hormone, focused solely on his cock and balls! She wondered. Much like the rare gigantism of men who grow to 8 feet in height, towering gangly like giants over normal men, this boys genitalia, so exaggerated in its length and heft, was strange and intriguing.
Yes, but how much would it cost, Tommy asked.
On the house, call it a student special, Lori said.
Gee thanks, Tommy said.
When Tommy left, Loris heart was still pounding, exhilarated by the bold step shed taken.
(more to come)
