This story contains what some folk would call gay porn so if you're likely to be offended or if you shouldn't be reading it please go elsewhere.
This is a true story - sort of. It's not about me but I knew bits of it and I got the rest from Simmy himself. The title's misleading for it's actually a sad story - but you see what you think when you read it. By the way, it's my first go at a nifty story so comment, criticism, advice wouldn't go amiss. I read a few nifties recently about the trauma of the young gay teen and they put me in mind of telling Simmy's story. Names, places etc have been disguised - though Simmy won't mind if he comes across it - not now.
The Sad Tale of a Ten Inch Teen
I've known Simmy for years but we only got really friendly in our late teens when we both realised the other was gay. We started at the same school on the same day and he lived in the same part of town as me; we even went to the same youth group when we were kids. But we weren't like close though we got on well enough. When we moved on to High School we were still in the same classes for most things - until Simmy left, that is. He got out of education at the first chance he got. You'll see why.
The title of the story is a bit of a give-away for the whole point of this is that Simmy was generously endowed - he had a big cock. Not that that was an issue or even known to me until we hit adolescence. I suppose most average guys will envy him, we all fancy adding an extra inch - length or girth - but for Simmy it turned out to be an absolute curse. It depends, doesn't it, what kind of guy is carrying the big one. Same way that some guys can carry off having particularly small dicks, or going prematurely grey hair or having man-boobs. The rumours about Simmy started not long after we started High School; they were just rumours for at PE or Games we didn't get to shower. The teacher had some notion that young, pubescent boys didn't really build up a sweat; or maybe he was saving on energy - who knows. He didn't seem all that green to me. We didn't get put into the shower till year 2 (grade 9?) when it was assumed we'd all 'grown up' and were sweating like pigs.
When we started at High School there were the usual young guy sex games. This was the usual punch in the balls sort of stuff that could escalate into a grope without embarrassment to anyone. It was more 'play-fight' than sex, that was the rationale. At first, the most extreme it got was when a group of lads would gang up on someone with the excuse of some offence committed, a lousy pass on the footie field or unnecessary sucking up to a teacher, and pin him to the wall and feel him up thoroughly. You guys will know that this can be quite sexy but it isn't all that revealing; all you feel is an amorphous mass of boy-stuff with the vaguest notion of cock or balls. Even when the victim bones up - as he will, for while it's violent, maybe even painful, it is quite arousing. Now, that is from personal experience.
Simmy was a quiet kid; he'd fall in with things but he never was any sort of leader, never suggested, initiated games or anything. He was skinny and certainly not adventurous. I wasn't either, right enough, but Simmy was the guy who would hang back even worse than me like he was scared. Like, when we were eight or nine, we played a game that meant you had to jump off the roof of an outhouse. Simmy always hung back, hesitated before he jumped - but he did always do it. He did take part.
It was at gym the first thing happened. We were all lined up to take turns vaulting over the horse and Jay was ahead of Simmy in the line. He suddenly reached behind and grabbed Simmy by the balls. Jay was like that; he could get away with things. He used to sit up the back of the geography class with his hand in his pocket pretending to have a wank. I am sure it was pretend. He was one of the few guys who didn't wear briefs under his gym shorts which meant he had to strip nude in the changing room. Most of us kept on our underwear and slipped the gym shorts on, on top. As I said when you grope a guy through his school trousers you don't feel anything too specific; through the gym shorts you do - well, a bit more. So Jay grabs Simmy's boy-bits, gives them a good squeeze and the turns to stare at Simmy and makes a face like it's saying 'wow!'. And so it started. More than most, Simmy became the victim of spontaneous groping games. Guys talked about it, joked, laughed. It was the usual stuff; 'Simmy is hung like a donkey' and 'Simmy wears reinforced underpants'. I admit I became part of it. I invented my own Simmy jokes; I got my hand in there on the way home on the bus after school. He wasn't too bothered then. He just groped me back, made his own jokes about 'pencil dick'. But then, he knew me; it was easier to josh with me.
Our second year in High School we started to have to take showers after sports and gym. For months before we had talked about it, about stripping off to go into a communal shower. Some guys were genuinely brazen about it, didn't bother them. Most of us pretended to feel the same but were actually apprehensive. I suppose the fears were the usual ones, the fear of exposure to comment, the fear of being different, the fear of boning up and being unable to conceal it. When the day came it was a nothing really. We were in and out that shower fast - the teacher did not believe in long, leisurely soaks. Nor did he believe in warm, never mind hot, water. It was brass-monkey dropping off not boning up we should have been worried about. I had a quick look round - we were all built the same. Some guys were uncut, some guys had very sparse pubic bushes, a few were smooth as fuck with little boy wieners. It was that day that Simmy made his big mistake - my opinion. He still maintains it wouldn't have made any difference. But he came with a sick note. He sat out the lesson; didn't need to change; didn't need to shower.
You guessed it. The rumour mill went into overdrive. When he did next take gym every lad in the class was determined to check out Simmy's equipment. It was noticeable that boys who were usually quick to strip and be in and out the showers in a flash were taking ages to strip down. Everyone was watching for Simmy to make a move. He, on the other hand, was dead slow, stop. Probably he was hoping we would all be in and out before he ventured in. At the very least he probably hoped for a dwindling audience of the terminal dawdlers. As it was, when Simmy headed into the shower with strategically placed hands a few of us swept in before him while the rest of us crowded in behind. In was a rammy. He was backed up against the shower wall, his hands were wrenched away and twenty-odd boys crammed round, all eyes trying to get a good look at his cock and balls. On the soft it was impressive but not all that unusual. Jay, for example, was what we call a 'shower', nice thick piece of boy-meat running to four/five inches flaccid. Simmy's balls hung low and looked sizeable, his bush was ginger in colour - which was odd for his hair was more brown. The cock, even soft, was a good six incher I'd say. I admit, my knowledge is good for I was one of the boys in the front row stalls. Barry Q, a bit of a bully, reached out and took hold of Simmy's cock and started to play around with it. Somebody else shouted 'give us a feel' and then the teacher yelled about 'getting a move on' and stuck his head round the corner and we all scattered.
I know. I should have talked to him after. I should have made a point of sitting next to him on the bus going home. When you're thirteen, you don't. Besides, Simmy says he doubts he'd have had time for anybody; he'd have thought it was another attempt to have a go.
It was downhill fast after that. Barry Q, Jay and some of the other guys that thought they were the big shots jumped him after school and dragged him round behind the kitchen where the bins were. The dinner ladies were all away so they knew it would be quiet. Simmy told me (years later) they stripped him down, pants and underwear to his knees and they got to work on his cock. Remember being thirteen? Cock reacts against your judgement. So Simmy bones up to his full ten inches, which looks preposterous on his (frankly) weedy body. It's thick and heavy; Simmy's is not a 'point at the stars' sort of dick, rather it sticks out rigid but looks as if it's having problems with gravity. One of them gets his ruler out of his bag and does a measuring job, the others don't fuck about, they toss him fast until the spunk flows. And then they're off, laughing, shouting, leaving the poor guy with his pants at his feet and his cock leaking cum.
I confess we all had a go. Not as bad as that, right enough, but Jay and co. soon spread the word about Simmy's ten-incher and the prodigious jizz producing ability of his balls. Me? Well, in the boy's 'social area' (a glorified shed for wet breaks), me and two pals cornered him, held him and took turns sticking our hands in his open fly. I remember getting my fist round his cock and feeling it stir. It was a fucking beast. Some guys would have enjoyed the attention. Some guys would have strutted their stuff and carried it off. Like I remember once at gym, when there was a staff meeting and we were all left sitting in the changing room to wait, Jay took out his cock and had a wank in front all the lads. Now, he could have carried it off. But Simmy? No.
He started skipping school. It got even worse. You see, the word spread. A gang of year 3 girls pulled him into the Maths bookstore and inspected the goods. Simmy told me they unbuckled his belt and opened up his pants to have a look but they hardly touched it for they took fright (no, not at the dimensions of the brute, Simmy would joke, but that was years later) in case the maths teacher came along. When he was fourteen a bunch of first formers grabbed him in the cloakroom and stripped him down and tooled him up and jerked him off. This was in the cloakroom and these boys were younger than him. And what made it worse, a mob gathered to watch and cheer them on, same as if it had been a fight. The young first formers took turns on him, passing his cock from one to another and all the time the guys that gathered to watch would be shouting 'hey, took your hand away a sec., give us a look at it...'
He skipped off classes worse than ever, started to get into trouble when he wasn't in school ...
I talked to him later about it and he said it was just confusing. You see, he half enjoyed it - the attention, the sex. He knew he shouldn't. He told me that when he jacked off at night at that time he would remember what had happened and he would imagine that he was doing it to them. He admitted getting himself off imagining he was fucking around with Jay's cock, or mine. The other lads began to change, grow up. They started talking girls, they started having girlfriends, they wandered round the school yard with a girl on their arm. Simmy? He was still wanking while thinking of other guy's cocks. It tore him up. I can sympathise there for I felt the same. I went to a dance at the school and saw mates sitting there with a girl draped over them and I wanted to be the one sitting on that knee feeling that boner jabbing up at me ... I don't really get it. How much more confused must it have been for Simmy.
I see I've gone on longer than I meant and I've hardly really started. I'll stop. Has anybody read this? Does anybody want to know more?