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Part 10
I wandered out into the hall to see who I could find. Some guy was just coming out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist, so I followed him, calling his name. I decided to use the tactic that had worked well twice before already. “Hey, Will, wait up. Can I ask you a question?”
Now I have discovered that the one thing all guy love to do is to give advice on sex. It makes them feel like they have great wisdom and knowledge to impart. And I was in the perfect situation to take advantage of that. It was a win-win: I actually sometimes learned something and it stoked their egos.
“What's up, kid? Pete, isn't it?”
“Yeah – You know, I've been taking hormones to help my growth and I'm a bit concerned about if it is working right. Can I ask you about your experience?”
By this time we were at his room and I followed hi right in. He was nodding and looking concerned.
“OK – What's the problem?”
“Can I show you? I've gotten bigger than I was last week and I am starting to grow hair. (There had been another half dozen or so this morning too.) Do you remember when you were just starting puberty? Is this what is supposed to look like?” I had dropped my pants by this time and was holding my junk on my open palm.
He turned to take a closer look and his towel fell to the floor. Surprisingly, he grabbed at it and missed. It was odd because all the guys usually liked parading around in the nude and showing off. He actually put a hand in front of his crotch and cupped it over his stuff. But not before I had a quick glimpse of everything. That is one advantage of being my height – the visual target area is closer to my eye level. The reason he had wanted to hide himself is that he was pretty small down there. Actually not a lot bigger soft than I am hard – at my new, all-time best, that is, of 2 ¾ inches.
“Will – seriously, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Look at me!”
He sighed and dropped his hands. “I know, but when I am around the other guys, I feel very inferior, you know?”
“Believe me, I know. Look – let's compare – that'll make you feel better.”
He reluctantly straightened up and turned to face me fully. I could see why he wanted to hide. Compared to some of the others I had seen in the dorm, he wasn't able to compete. His softie was little and wrinkled and sort of shrunken looking. He was intact and the end overhung his knob and puckered into a nozzle. His balls, on the other hand, were quite respectable – which made his pecker look smaller in comparison. They weren't exactly low-hangers but more the kind that looked heavy and his scrotum was thick and solid and shaped like a ripe pear. His entire body was smooth as glass. He was a swimmer and shaved all over. With a swimmer's physique, his muscle definition was sharp and sleek. He wasn't a tall guy – maybe only 5'7” and he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. He had sun-bleached dark blond curly hair, a dark tan with a pale speedo line and looked great all over except for that miserable little penis.
“See – you are bigger than me – especially in thickness.”
“That's not much comfort. After all, you are not quite normal – no offense, but it's true. You know, I am a show-er – not a grower. Let me show you what I look like when I've got a chubb on.”
He started to caress his stuff and it began to respond. I must say, the transformation was quite dramatic. In just a couple minutes he was up to over six inches in length and I would guess about five inches around. And his erect cock was really gnarly looking. It was covered in thick, winding veins and had a very prominent rounded ridge running the length of the underside from just between his balls up to his knob. His knob was bigger too and made a rim around his foreskin where the corona pressed against it. Just watching him, I was getting more and more impressed, especially when his erection curved up and arched toward his belly. The end of it was now poking into his belly button. I was getting hard too and this time it felt more sensitive.
(It amazes me that sometimes the smooth, young-looking guys have these rough looking cocks and balls that look like they belong on an older man and some big, tough looking men have smooth, young looking organs that should be on a more twinky looking kid.)
Will reached for my boner and felt its thickness and stroked the underside of my balls. “Yeah – that's pretty close to what I remember looking like back when I was about eleven. Except, of course, that I'm not cut like you are.”
“Right – do you like your foreskin? I have always wondered what it would be like to have one.”
“I love it. Let me give you an idea what it's like. Have you ever done docking?” I shook my head no. “This is what it means – he pulled me closer to him by tugging on my erection. He sat on the side of his bed and spread his legs. I obediently moved toward him. With his left hand, he spread open his foreskin a little and with his right hand he inserted my cockhead into the opening. It was a peculiar sensation – having our heads in such close contact. He clamped his hand around the place where we were joined and started to work his skin back and forth. It felt fantastic – way different than when I just did myself. I giggled at the delicious, ticklish feeling. He seemed pleased that I liked it.
“Here, you try it for a while,”he offered.
He dropped his hand and let me take over. I was really getting into this sexploration. It made me wonder whether I liked girls or boys better. I was certainly having more opportunities with boys. I decided not to worry about it now but just enjoy whatever came my way.
Will joined me by putting a hand on his shaft closer to his body and we worked together for a while. I let him control the speed. As he pumped harder, his balls thudded back and forth underneath. Soon he began to breathe harder and moan softly. His balls had pulled up and tightened into a monoball – what looked like a single globular unit. And then he stiffened all over and froze and then thrust several times, grunting and my glans was flooded with hot, thick, slippery semen that quickly overflowed his enclosing foreskin and leaked out between my fingers into my palm and all over my hard penis. It felt really really good – but there still wasn't any heightened feeling that gave me the sign of an impending orgasm. I was going to keep on going. But he flinched and pulled away, apparently too sensitive to want me to continue the contact.
But I had an idea that I thought might help me. I massaged his jism into my skin all over my nuts and shaft and knob. Surely a substance that was almost pure male hormones would accelerate my development.
He stepped back and sighed and gave me a crooked grin. “See, kid, I'm not too small when I get worked up.” He gazed down at his still enlarged but now softening penis and fondly patted it. It was still dripping with clotted strands of white matter. And his balls were starting to loosen up and droop down again.
“Yeah – pretty cool! Thanks for showing me something new.”
“Sure thing. You'll be OK – don't worry. Before you know it you'll be passing me up.”
“I don't know about that. I'd just be happy to be as big as you. And this almost makes me wish I hadn't been cut.”
“Well, you can borrow my foreskin any time you feel like it. Now look – I just had a shower and now I need another one.” He shook his head in mock frustration and I said thanks as I slipped out the door and back to my room and he headed for the shower.
I wandered out into the hall to see who I could find. Some guy was just coming out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist, so I followed him, calling his name. I decided to use the tactic that had worked well twice before already. “Hey, Will, wait up. Can I ask you a question?”
Now I have discovered that the one thing all guy love to do is to give advice on sex. It makes them feel like they have great wisdom and knowledge to impart. And I was in the perfect situation to take advantage of that. It was a win-win: I actually sometimes learned something and it stoked their egos.
“What's up, kid? Pete, isn't it?”
“Yeah – You know, I've been taking hormones to help my growth and I'm a bit concerned about if it is working right. Can I ask you about your experience?”
By this time we were at his room and I followed hi right in. He was nodding and looking concerned.
“OK – What's the problem?”
“Can I show you? I've gotten bigger than I was last week and I am starting to grow hair. (There had been another half dozen or so this morning too.) Do you remember when you were just starting puberty? Is this what is supposed to look like?” I had dropped my pants by this time and was holding my junk on my open palm.
He turned to take a closer look and his towel fell to the floor. Surprisingly, he grabbed at it and missed. It was odd because all the guys usually liked parading around in the nude and showing off. He actually put a hand in front of his crotch and cupped it over his stuff. But not before I had a quick glimpse of everything. That is one advantage of being my height – the visual target area is closer to my eye level. The reason he had wanted to hide himself is that he was pretty small down there. Actually not a lot bigger soft than I am hard – at my new, all-time best, that is, of 2 ¾ inches.
“Will – seriously, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Look at me!”
He sighed and dropped his hands. “I know, but when I am around the other guys, I feel very inferior, you know?”
“Believe me, I know. Look – let's compare – that'll make you feel better.”
He reluctantly straightened up and turned to face me fully. I could see why he wanted to hide. Compared to some of the others I had seen in the dorm, he wasn't able to compete. His softie was little and wrinkled and sort of shrunken looking. He was intact and the end overhung his knob and puckered into a nozzle. His balls, on the other hand, were quite respectable – which made his pecker look smaller in comparison. They weren't exactly low-hangers but more the kind that looked heavy and his scrotum was thick and solid and shaped like a ripe pear. His entire body was smooth as glass. He was a swimmer and shaved all over. With a swimmer's physique, his muscle definition was sharp and sleek. He wasn't a tall guy – maybe only 5'7” and he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. He had sun-bleached dark blond curly hair, a dark tan with a pale speedo line and looked great all over except for that miserable little penis.
“See – you are bigger than me – especially in thickness.”
“That's not much comfort. After all, you are not quite normal – no offense, but it's true. You know, I am a show-er – not a grower. Let me show you what I look like when I've got a chubb on.”
He started to caress his stuff and it began to respond. I must say, the transformation was quite dramatic. In just a couple minutes he was up to over six inches in length and I would guess about five inches around. And his erect cock was really gnarly looking. It was covered in thick, winding veins and had a very prominent rounded ridge running the length of the underside from just between his balls up to his knob. His knob was bigger too and made a rim around his foreskin where the corona pressed against it. Just watching him, I was getting more and more impressed, especially when his erection curved up and arched toward his belly. The end of it was now poking into his belly button. I was getting hard too and this time it felt more sensitive.
(It amazes me that sometimes the smooth, young-looking guys have these rough looking cocks and balls that look like they belong on an older man and some big, tough looking men have smooth, young looking organs that should be on a more twinky looking kid.)
Will reached for my boner and felt its thickness and stroked the underside of my balls. “Yeah – that's pretty close to what I remember looking like back when I was about eleven. Except, of course, that I'm not cut like you are.”
“Right – do you like your foreskin? I have always wondered what it would be like to have one.”
“I love it. Let me give you an idea what it's like. Have you ever done docking?” I shook my head no. “This is what it means – he pulled me closer to him by tugging on my erection. He sat on the side of his bed and spread his legs. I obediently moved toward him. With his left hand, he spread open his foreskin a little and with his right hand he inserted my cockhead into the opening. It was a peculiar sensation – having our heads in such close contact. He clamped his hand around the place where we were joined and started to work his skin back and forth. It felt fantastic – way different than when I just did myself. I giggled at the delicious, ticklish feeling. He seemed pleased that I liked it.
“Here, you try it for a while,”he offered.
He dropped his hand and let me take over. I was really getting into this sexploration. It made me wonder whether I liked girls or boys better. I was certainly having more opportunities with boys. I decided not to worry about it now but just enjoy whatever came my way.
Will joined me by putting a hand on his shaft closer to his body and we worked together for a while. I let him control the speed. As he pumped harder, his balls thudded back and forth underneath. Soon he began to breathe harder and moan softly. His balls had pulled up and tightened into a monoball – what looked like a single globular unit. And then he stiffened all over and froze and then thrust several times, grunting and my glans was flooded with hot, thick, slippery semen that quickly overflowed his enclosing foreskin and leaked out between my fingers into my palm and all over my hard penis. It felt really really good – but there still wasn't any heightened feeling that gave me the sign of an impending orgasm. I was going to keep on going. But he flinched and pulled away, apparently too sensitive to want me to continue the contact.
But I had an idea that I thought might help me. I massaged his jism into my skin all over my nuts and shaft and knob. Surely a substance that was almost pure male hormones would accelerate my development.
He stepped back and sighed and gave me a crooked grin. “See, kid, I'm not too small when I get worked up.” He gazed down at his still enlarged but now softening penis and fondly patted it. It was still dripping with clotted strands of white matter. And his balls were starting to loosen up and droop down again.
“Yeah – pretty cool! Thanks for showing me something new.”
“Sure thing. You'll be OK – don't worry. Before you know it you'll be passing me up.”
“I don't know about that. I'd just be happy to be as big as you. And this almost makes me wish I hadn't been cut.”
“Well, you can borrow my foreskin any time you feel like it. Now look – I just had a shower and now I need another one.” He shook his head in mock frustration and I said thanks as I slipped out the door and back to my room and he headed for the shower.
Part 11
The next morning there was more improvement. My penis hadn't changed, but my balls were much larger. They were all the way up to a 6 – which according to my chart, was the high side of early puberty. They felt heavier and I was aware of feeling them swing as I walked. It was a cool feeling. I decided to plot my next target and see if I could work toward a specific goal instead of taking it by chance.
On our floor there was a big dude that everyone called “Bud” - a muscular body-builder type. I wondered if he fit the stereotype of the body-builders who developed huge muscles because they were deficient in their genital endowment. I had an idea that he might be able to help me. I skipped my first period class and hung around the showers until he showed up. When he came in I greeted him and he growled an ambiguous reply. He tossed his towel at a hook and lumbered toward the showers. I followed and took the nozzle next to him.
I watched him as he lathered up – his gleaming muscles sliding over his frame like slabs of rubber. He had impossibly wide shoulders and impossibly narrow hips and his torso looked like a comic strip drawing of a superhero. There was no hair on his chest but some dark hair on his legs that made interesting patterns as the water flowed over his body. His head was buzzed and he had heavy eyebrows and a square jaw that was blue with whiskers.
“Bud – is that short for Buddy – because you're so friendly?”
“No – its because of my appearance – because I resemble a beer can.” He swung around to face me directly and thrust his pelvis toward me and I saw what he meant. His cock was nearly three inches across and six inches long – and that was flaccid. He absolutely did not fit that cliched stereotype.
“Man alive!” I breathed.
“Exactly!” he smirked.
“Hey, I have a question for you – I hope you don't think it's too personal, but do you take steroids?”
There was a long pause as he just stared at me. Then he slowly answered, “I do take some supplements.”
“Well, I've heard that they can cause atrophy of the testicles. Aren't you concerned about that?” His cock was so huge that it hid his balls completely.
“Does this look like I need to be concerned?” He lifted his massive meat up against his belly and showed off a pair of goose-eggs that hung between his thighs.
“I guess not!”
“Actually, I take precautions. I get these testosterone patches that counter-act the side-effects of the other supplements.”
“Wow – I'd give anything to get something like that. It might help me catch up with my delayed growth.” I was giving him my best poor orphan look and tone of voice.
“Well, maybe that could be arranged. Course, I'd expect something in return.”
“Anything! Just name it!”
“C'mere.” I stepped a little closer and he picked me up as if I was weightless. He flipped me around so that my back was against his chest and my feet were off the ground. Now I was scared.
“Please don't rape me!" I squeaked.
“I am not interested in your skinny ass,” he growled. But I could feel his mammoth member hardening under my butt. Lift your legs and spread em,” he ordered. (No – definitely not because he was friendly!) I did as told. I felt his hard pole poking up between my thighs – but thankfully, not even close to my butt. “Now squeeze your legs together,” he demanded. I did and was reminded how it felt climbing the support of the basketball hoop on the playground at home.
Bud leaned back against the wall and sat me on his out-thrust pelvic region. Then he lifted me bodily up and down, using me as a jack-off toy. The soap residue and warm flowing water kept everything nice and lubricated. He had groomed himself down there but he was rather stubbly and rough and my skin was starting to feel irritated. I put both hands down to see if I could get them around his pipe, but it wasn't possible. Still, he seemed to like the additional friction of my palms and fingers on the tip of his erection. It was blunt and bulbous – cut and bright red. His hair was dark brown and showed as a shadow where he had shaved or clipped close to the skin.
As he tired of lifting me so many times, he slid down the wall to lean against it with his shoulders and stretch his legs out. He pulled me back to lay on top of him told me to keep my body stiff. He continued to push me up and down as if I was doing upside down pushups. Finally, grunting and puffing, he shot his load and it rocketed upward, falling on my thighs and all the way up to my chest. When he relaxed his grip on me, I scrambled off his panting chest and rubbed that gooey ointment into my skin all over my groin, chest and belly. He laughed at my antics and heaved himself to his feet, washed and rinsed off and toweled himself haphazardly. I followed him down the hall to his room and watched him rummage in a sports bag's inner pocket. He fished out a foil packet and extended it to me.
“Just take the patch out and stick it on just like you would a band-ade. The closer you can put it to your jewels, the more effective it is.”
“Jeepers, thanks!” I gushed, hamming it up for his benefit, took the envelope and srinted back to my room. My plan was to let the latest home-grown hormone cream finish drying so I could shower again and apply the patch to dry skin. I decided to put it directly beneath my balls = between them and my asshole – that way it would be as close as possible – but not visible to the casual observer.
The next morning there was more improvement. My penis hadn't changed, but my balls were much larger. They were all the way up to a 6 – which according to my chart, was the high side of early puberty. They felt heavier and I was aware of feeling them swing as I walked. It was a cool feeling. I decided to plot my next target and see if I could work toward a specific goal instead of taking it by chance.
On our floor there was a big dude that everyone called “Bud” - a muscular body-builder type. I wondered if he fit the stereotype of the body-builders who developed huge muscles because they were deficient in their genital endowment. I had an idea that he might be able to help me. I skipped my first period class and hung around the showers until he showed up. When he came in I greeted him and he growled an ambiguous reply. He tossed his towel at a hook and lumbered toward the showers. I followed and took the nozzle next to him.
I watched him as he lathered up – his gleaming muscles sliding over his frame like slabs of rubber. He had impossibly wide shoulders and impossibly narrow hips and his torso looked like a comic strip drawing of a superhero. There was no hair on his chest but some dark hair on his legs that made interesting patterns as the water flowed over his body. His head was buzzed and he had heavy eyebrows and a square jaw that was blue with whiskers.
“Bud – is that short for Buddy – because you're so friendly?”
“No – its because of my appearance – because I resemble a beer can.” He swung around to face me directly and thrust his pelvis toward me and I saw what he meant. His cock was nearly three inches across and six inches long – and that was flaccid. He absolutely did not fit that cliched stereotype.
“Man alive!” I breathed.
“Exactly!” he smirked.
“Hey, I have a question for you – I hope you don't think it's too personal, but do you take steroids?”
There was a long pause as he just stared at me. Then he slowly answered, “I do take some supplements.”
“Well, I've heard that they can cause atrophy of the testicles. Aren't you concerned about that?” His cock was so huge that it hid his balls completely.
“Does this look like I need to be concerned?” He lifted his massive meat up against his belly and showed off a pair of goose-eggs that hung between his thighs.
“I guess not!”
“Actually, I take precautions. I get these testosterone patches that counter-act the side-effects of the other supplements.”
“Wow – I'd give anything to get something like that. It might help me catch up with my delayed growth.” I was giving him my best poor orphan look and tone of voice.
“Well, maybe that could be arranged. Course, I'd expect something in return.”
“Anything! Just name it!”
“C'mere.” I stepped a little closer and he picked me up as if I was weightless. He flipped me around so that my back was against his chest and my feet were off the ground. Now I was scared.
“Please don't rape me!" I squeaked.
“I am not interested in your skinny ass,” he growled. But I could feel his mammoth member hardening under my butt. Lift your legs and spread em,” he ordered. (No – definitely not because he was friendly!) I did as told. I felt his hard pole poking up between my thighs – but thankfully, not even close to my butt. “Now squeeze your legs together,” he demanded. I did and was reminded how it felt climbing the support of the basketball hoop on the playground at home.
Bud leaned back against the wall and sat me on his out-thrust pelvic region. Then he lifted me bodily up and down, using me as a jack-off toy. The soap residue and warm flowing water kept everything nice and lubricated. He had groomed himself down there but he was rather stubbly and rough and my skin was starting to feel irritated. I put both hands down to see if I could get them around his pipe, but it wasn't possible. Still, he seemed to like the additional friction of my palms and fingers on the tip of his erection. It was blunt and bulbous – cut and bright red. His hair was dark brown and showed as a shadow where he had shaved or clipped close to the skin.
As he tired of lifting me so many times, he slid down the wall to lean against it with his shoulders and stretch his legs out. He pulled me back to lay on top of him told me to keep my body stiff. He continued to push me up and down as if I was doing upside down pushups. Finally, grunting and puffing, he shot his load and it rocketed upward, falling on my thighs and all the way up to my chest. When he relaxed his grip on me, I scrambled off his panting chest and rubbed that gooey ointment into my skin all over my groin, chest and belly. He laughed at my antics and heaved himself to his feet, washed and rinsed off and toweled himself haphazardly. I followed him down the hall to his room and watched him rummage in a sports bag's inner pocket. He fished out a foil packet and extended it to me.
“Just take the patch out and stick it on just like you would a band-ade. The closer you can put it to your jewels, the more effective it is.”
“Jeepers, thanks!” I gushed, hamming it up for his benefit, took the envelope and srinted back to my room. My plan was to let the latest home-grown hormone cream finish drying so I could shower again and apply the patch to dry skin. I decided to put it directly beneath my balls = between them and my asshole – that way it would be as close as possible – but not visible to the casual observer.
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Sounds more like a sign that people are dicks. Sorry to hear about your troubles; I was really looking forward to reading the rest of your story.
OK - fair enough.
Pete was going to have a tremendously quick growth spurt that made him sexually mature and fare above average in genital size, but not in body size. He then becomes "big man on campus" and is in constant demand from both girls and guys. Lots of encounters, obviously. Then he had to have therapy to get his body to catch up. Along the way, he has difficulties being a sex object when he wants to form a close loving relationship with one person and be valued for himself - not just his great endowment.
This story is actually based upon my own experience. Instead of a late bloomer, i was an early bloomer who had some of the same issues - feeling like a freak, being treated like an appendage to my organs, emotional pain, acceptance issues... I knew that i couldn't write about an 11 year-old with full-grown genitals - so I chose this way of treating it. but i embellished the events and exaggerrated, too - to make it more entertaining.
thanks for the kind words, y'all.
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