CHAPTER ONE
After his last class of the day, Toby pushed open the door of the men's room in the university's main academic building. Toby was a freshman who had arrived at school two weeks earlier; he'd turned 18 a week before that. A few times already, though, he'd been mistaken for a prospective. He was only 5'6", skinny, with blond hair. He shaved once a week, and had no body hair (even in his underwear, though he tried hard not to let anyone find that out), except for a little under his arms.
The bathroom had a long bank of old-style of urinals that went all the way down to the floor. Toby walked up to one, reached into his jockey pouch briefs, and hoisted out his thick, eight-inch penis and flopped it over the waist band of his athletic shorts. Looking down, Toby thought what he sometimes did, that it seemed like all his hormones during puberty had concentrated on one thing, to the expense of everything else.
Toby had measured himself regularly. Soft, his penis hung down eight inches and was six inches in circumference. Hard, it grew to nine and a half inches long and six and a half around. Unlike most guys, whose dicks were darker in color than the rest of them, Toby's shaft was the same pale white as the rest of his body. His cock head, which was slightly bigger around than the shaft, was a pale pink. His ball sack was also light pink. It was big too, but tight: about the size of an orange, but it didn't hang low, instead it was always right below his cock.
This combination of a high, full sack and oversized member made it difficult to find supportive underwear into which Toby's package could comfortably be shoveled--especially in a size 28 waist. While packing for college, he'd come across some old, worn jockey pouches in his father's drawer (he'd been looking for a pocket knife). The pouch was distended with the outline of what must have been his father's penis. His face burning hot with fear that he might be discovered, he'd dropped his shorts (under which he'd been wearing fruit of the loom briefs with just his balls in the pouch and his penis up around his hip), and slid on the jockeys. Toby found he was able to fit both his penis and his ball sack into the pouch, his dick sliding comfortably into the groove that had been worn by his dad's apparently long, fat cock. Hearing someone coming, Toby had quickly stuffed the underwear back in his father's drawer (noticing as he did that he'd accidentally left a big drop of precum in them) and yanked his own shorts back on.
The next day (the day before he left for school) he'd gone with his mother to the mall to buy some last minute fall clothes. When Toby added a few packs of white jockey pouch briefs to the basket, his mother had looked at them, and then at Toby, and smiled.
"What?" he'd asked.
"It's nothing," she'd said, then, still smiling, "Just--...I had no idea."
"Whatever, Mom," he'd said, then quickly grabbed the basket and left the underwear department.
He'd immediately started wearing the jockeys, which were slightly less comfortable than the old worn ones had been, but he figured his junk would stretch them out like his dad's had over time.
Now though, it was nice to be swinging free at the urinal. When he peed, Toby held his long penis out in front of him like a garden hose. He let loose a strong stream. His piss splashed and whizzed against the back of the urinal and gurgled in the drain.
Toby was nowhere near finished peeing when he heard the heavy restroom door swing open. He looked over and saw a guy who looked like a freshman or a sophomore walking over to the urinals. The guy was about 5'10, with short brown hair, and was wearing a baseball uniform and a backpack. It looked like he was wearing a cup, but when he got to the urinal and opened his pants, he reached in and hauled out not a cup but a penis that had to be as big as Toby's or bigger. Toby was usually very annoyed when people peeked at him while he was peeing, but he had never seen a penis this big other than his own. So he tried to look over discreetly.
The guy was uncircumcised, which Toby had never seen before. He pulled back his foreskin, which almost didn't seem to fit, exposing a big dark red penis head, and immediately starting pissing, holding his penis with both hands like a golf club. At first, he looked down at himself, but then he looked over at Toby.
Toby quickly looked back at his own penis, from which the stream of pee was finally starting to diminish.
Then, the guy started chuckling. Toby's eyes flashed with anger and he looked back at the baseball player.
"Hey, woah, sorry," the guy said when he saw Toby's face. "That's kind of unexpected there," he said, wagging his lengthy penis, which was still peeing, in Toby's direction, causing his stream to briefly jog over into the urinal between them, then back. "But you should be proud, kid. Damn," he said, his stream finally petering out. He started squeezing out the last drops, almost wringing them out of his penis, causing his foreskin to cover his head again.
Toby realized he was just standing there holding his dick, so he flopped it around to shake off the drops, and started to methodically tuck it back into his jockeys. He realized that the other guy had about the same amount of trouble getting his penis packed back in. Maybe, he thought, the two of them could share tips or something, but immediately dismissed it as a ridiculous idea.
Both turned away to the sinks and started washing their hands. Toby looked over at the guy in the mirror. "I'm not a kid," he said, almost surprising himself with how loud his voice was. "I'm 18, I'm a freshman."
"That's cool," said the baseball player, looking over, "I didn't mean to say that you weren't. Just-," the guy shook his head again, "you know, I guess that's why you can't judge a book by its cover....I'm Mark. I'm a freshman too."
"Toby," Toby said, extending his hand and immediately feeling stupid for having done so in the men's room. Mark laughed, but put his hand out too. Toby laughed, and they shook.
"Nice to meet you," said Mark. "In the men's room," he added, smiling. "Listen, I have to get to team picture day, but find me around -- there's someone I want you to meet," he said.
"Sure, okay," said Toby. Mark left the bathroom, leaving Toby alone. He looked in the mirror for a long minute, then re-shouldered his backpack, reached down and repositioned his penis in its pouch, and walked out of the bathroom toward his dorm.
END OF CHAPTER ONE (comments welcome!)
After his last class of the day, Toby pushed open the door of the men's room in the university's main academic building. Toby was a freshman who had arrived at school two weeks earlier; he'd turned 18 a week before that. A few times already, though, he'd been mistaken for a prospective. He was only 5'6", skinny, with blond hair. He shaved once a week, and had no body hair (even in his underwear, though he tried hard not to let anyone find that out), except for a little under his arms.
The bathroom had a long bank of old-style of urinals that went all the way down to the floor. Toby walked up to one, reached into his jockey pouch briefs, and hoisted out his thick, eight-inch penis and flopped it over the waist band of his athletic shorts. Looking down, Toby thought what he sometimes did, that it seemed like all his hormones during puberty had concentrated on one thing, to the expense of everything else.
Toby had measured himself regularly. Soft, his penis hung down eight inches and was six inches in circumference. Hard, it grew to nine and a half inches long and six and a half around. Unlike most guys, whose dicks were darker in color than the rest of them, Toby's shaft was the same pale white as the rest of his body. His cock head, which was slightly bigger around than the shaft, was a pale pink. His ball sack was also light pink. It was big too, but tight: about the size of an orange, but it didn't hang low, instead it was always right below his cock.
This combination of a high, full sack and oversized member made it difficult to find supportive underwear into which Toby's package could comfortably be shoveled--especially in a size 28 waist. While packing for college, he'd come across some old, worn jockey pouches in his father's drawer (he'd been looking for a pocket knife). The pouch was distended with the outline of what must have been his father's penis. His face burning hot with fear that he might be discovered, he'd dropped his shorts (under which he'd been wearing fruit of the loom briefs with just his balls in the pouch and his penis up around his hip), and slid on the jockeys. Toby found he was able to fit both his penis and his ball sack into the pouch, his dick sliding comfortably into the groove that had been worn by his dad's apparently long, fat cock. Hearing someone coming, Toby had quickly stuffed the underwear back in his father's drawer (noticing as he did that he'd accidentally left a big drop of precum in them) and yanked his own shorts back on.
The next day (the day before he left for school) he'd gone with his mother to the mall to buy some last minute fall clothes. When Toby added a few packs of white jockey pouch briefs to the basket, his mother had looked at them, and then at Toby, and smiled.
"What?" he'd asked.
"It's nothing," she'd said, then, still smiling, "Just--...I had no idea."
"Whatever, Mom," he'd said, then quickly grabbed the basket and left the underwear department.
He'd immediately started wearing the jockeys, which were slightly less comfortable than the old worn ones had been, but he figured his junk would stretch them out like his dad's had over time.
Now though, it was nice to be swinging free at the urinal. When he peed, Toby held his long penis out in front of him like a garden hose. He let loose a strong stream. His piss splashed and whizzed against the back of the urinal and gurgled in the drain.
Toby was nowhere near finished peeing when he heard the heavy restroom door swing open. He looked over and saw a guy who looked like a freshman or a sophomore walking over to the urinals. The guy was about 5'10, with short brown hair, and was wearing a baseball uniform and a backpack. It looked like he was wearing a cup, but when he got to the urinal and opened his pants, he reached in and hauled out not a cup but a penis that had to be as big as Toby's or bigger. Toby was usually very annoyed when people peeked at him while he was peeing, but he had never seen a penis this big other than his own. So he tried to look over discreetly.
The guy was uncircumcised, which Toby had never seen before. He pulled back his foreskin, which almost didn't seem to fit, exposing a big dark red penis head, and immediately starting pissing, holding his penis with both hands like a golf club. At first, he looked down at himself, but then he looked over at Toby.
Toby quickly looked back at his own penis, from which the stream of pee was finally starting to diminish.
Then, the guy started chuckling. Toby's eyes flashed with anger and he looked back at the baseball player.
"Hey, woah, sorry," the guy said when he saw Toby's face. "That's kind of unexpected there," he said, wagging his lengthy penis, which was still peeing, in Toby's direction, causing his stream to briefly jog over into the urinal between them, then back. "But you should be proud, kid. Damn," he said, his stream finally petering out. He started squeezing out the last drops, almost wringing them out of his penis, causing his foreskin to cover his head again.
Toby realized he was just standing there holding his dick, so he flopped it around to shake off the drops, and started to methodically tuck it back into his jockeys. He realized that the other guy had about the same amount of trouble getting his penis packed back in. Maybe, he thought, the two of them could share tips or something, but immediately dismissed it as a ridiculous idea.
Both turned away to the sinks and started washing their hands. Toby looked over at the guy in the mirror. "I'm not a kid," he said, almost surprising himself with how loud his voice was. "I'm 18, I'm a freshman."
"That's cool," said the baseball player, looking over, "I didn't mean to say that you weren't. Just-," the guy shook his head again, "you know, I guess that's why you can't judge a book by its cover....I'm Mark. I'm a freshman too."
"Toby," Toby said, extending his hand and immediately feeling stupid for having done so in the men's room. Mark laughed, but put his hand out too. Toby laughed, and they shook.
"Nice to meet you," said Mark. "In the men's room," he added, smiling. "Listen, I have to get to team picture day, but find me around -- there's someone I want you to meet," he said.
"Sure, okay," said Toby. Mark left the bathroom, leaving Toby alone. He looked in the mirror for a long minute, then re-shouldered his backpack, reached down and repositioned his penis in its pouch, and walked out of the bathroom toward his dorm.
END OF CHAPTER ONE (comments welcome!)
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