When I was 14 I knew that I was different to other boys in my class. Most were starting to mouth off all the time about chicks and how features of the female anatomy were of abiding interest to them and the effect it had upon parts of their anatomy.
I knew too that I had a jump-start on these guys as my most favoured piece of my anatomy was far larger than any of theirs and I had much more fun with it than they did.
You see my cock was big. When I turned 12 I had attended a swim coaching school that summer and my little speedos just were not big enough to contain this fleshy monster tube that had started to develop between my legs.
I had measured it after getting into a supposed teen internet site. I was thrilled to note that without fudging the measurement process my pleasure stick was 16cm long when soft and hanging over my hairless balls. However, when happy and feeling good it expanded, not only in circumference to over 4cm wide, but also added another 5 cm to its length.
The impressive feature I was proud of at that swim school was that even when lying dormant it stretched my tiny lycra swim suit so that you could see the side of its tube, the bulbous head was easily discernible, and my hairless balls viewable. They even occasionally decided to get some sun and would fall out, much to the delight of my then coach. He was very affectionate to me throughout the school and finally educated me in the delights of my own body, and also into the transference of my delightful fingers to his almost equally impressive appendage.
Instead of suggesting that I get my parents to purchase a larger or even specially fabricated swimsuit, he allowed me to show off my delightful growth to all and sundry. This including a delightful man who became my personal sponsor and he introduced me also to the marvellous effects of massage and personal training. His financial input encouraged me to allow him his moments of pleasure, as I was even then, smart enough to note that money made a big difference to one's life and that if I could take financial advantage from what I possessed then, boy, go for it.
And on top of all this I really enjoyed every moment. And unlike other so called swim champions, have no regrets and have never ever considered attempting to right the supposed wrongs by slagging these people for further personal financial gain.
Of course there was the issue of my issue. I started to bring forth the juice of life shortly after the opening days of that momentous swim school, and not one drop of it was wasted on a handkerchief or tissue. Every spurt was lapped up by greedy lips and my self-made protein added to the encouragement of cash that found its way into my pockets.
What was so very pleasing, and still is that the production of pubic hair in that wonderful region was extremely limited. In fact it wasn't until I celebrated my 13th birthday that I had enough growth to even describe it as a bush. In fact I could count the number of reeds. This pleased me no end.
My parents never questioned the late nights after swim training, or the many weekends away with the coach and my mentor. My education in matters sexual, and the pleasure these nice men, and I obtained during these mentoring forays was close to the peak of human experience.
Now at as I approached my 14th birthday the pangs of love speared into my heart. I had experienced minor thrusts on other boys before this but never to the degree I was now being subjected to.
His name was Kevin and whilst he was in my grade at school, he did all his lessons in different classes. He was a little taller than I was, and very skinny. His black curly hair fell about his 'little boy' face and made him look a few years younger.
I first noticed him at assembly one morning when he was called on stage to be congratulated on being a finalist in a local community dance contest. My body gave a big jump when I saw him and as my eyes rapidly moved down to imagine what sort of cock hung from his tummy I noted a reasonable bulge in his grey school trousers.
I observed him during lunchtime and noted that he didn't have a huge circle of friends. The opportunity arose two days later when he was sitting by himself in the cafeteria, his other friends having fled to some sport practice or other.
I sat next to him and immediately felt this spark of electricity jump between us.
He looked at me and smiled, and my cock gained 5cm rapidly.
His face up close was beautiful. His skin was soft and fine with no hint of facial hair or blemishes. His eyes were dark and piercing. The smile that broke from his face when he turned to me made me melt.
I squirmed on the seat so as to adjust that big monster cock of mine, which had rapidly sprung to the peak of excitement.
We chatted about his dancing and I could easily see the enthusiasm he had for what he was doing. I asked him if I could watch him dance and he invited me to his next training session which was that afternoon.
Now that really shit me off as I had a training session for school football that very same afternoon, and I wouldn't be finished until around 5pm.
That didn't stop him. He quickly advised me that he often did dance practice until 7 or 8pm. He told me were the dancing took place and I sensed his eagerness for me to come.
Now at this time I was one of the school's leading junior football heroes and was up to that time in the season the highest scorer. The footy coach also acknowledged that without me the team would not have had total domination of the inter-school competition. In fact, I had scored almost 60% of all the points.
Some of this was the confidence my swim coach and sex mentor had instilled into me, and the rest was simply my personal desire to be a high achiever. I also surprised my classmates, my teachers and my parents by doing extremely well in all scholastic subjects, something that sports jocks never seemed to do.
I finished footy training, showered as I always did, so I could show off my huge cock, and headed on my bike over to the dance school.
I could hear the music and it was a current hit tune that I personally loved. I carefully crept into the hall and there was the new love of my life Kevin going into the final stages of this number.
His body movements were so fluid and delicate, and the ease of his progress across the shiny polished floor was magic. He was wearing tight leotards and a dance singlet top. His developing muscles shone out and the bulge was obvious.
My cock reacted the way I knew it would.
There was nobody else there except Kevin and his dance teaching lady. I crept closer, and then a noise I made had both heads turned. The smile on Kevin's face was so enthralling, I felt tears welling in my eyes.
"You came," he almost shouted. "You came. Wow, thank you."
It was almost a pleading statement.
He quickly introduced me as his friend from school to the dance teacher.
She asked me if I wanted to learn to dance but I said I hadn't ever thought about it.
I could sense that she was sizing me up, with her gazed staying a long time on my developing muscular legs.
I sat down as the pair got onto the lesson. I couldn't describe the feelings in my body as I watched this boy move. My eyes just couldn't leave his super body.
He wasn't muscular in the same way I was developing, but the definition on his chest and arms indicated strength. I also noted that he didn't have any hairs under his arms yet.
They decided to conclude the lesson early as the teacher had some other classes with chicks. Kevin came over and we raced into the change rooms. His top was off and I was thrilled at the sight of his large dark pink nipples and the obvious moulding of his pectoral muscles. He shuffled on a fresh T-shirt and then rapidly pushed down his leotards, revealing underwear with a padded box in front. This was quickly removed and his cock flopped into view. It wasn't large like mine but it was in a good stage of growth. Like me he had been circumcised just after birth and his knob had positive development. What I liked also was that he had just a very small patch of black pubes atop his dangling cock.
He slipped on fresh undies, then his shorts and we were ready to go.
He didn't have a bike so I suggested that he sit sidesaddle across the top bar on my bike and that I could double him home.
It also gave me an opportunity to wrap my arms around him in a fashion. He lived on the opposite side of town to me, and I was a little shocked when he indicted his house.
Now my parents house wasn't super big or flash but it was 100% better than Kevin's parent's place.
As we coasted to a halt at his front gate his father emerged from around the back. He was obviously a very rough man. His chest sported two large patches of dark hair around his well-developed nipples, with a trail down into his tattered dark blue and dirty shorts. He called out to Kevin to get his are inside pronto and stop fucking around with his other poofter mates.
I was shocked, and a little frightened by this attitude. Kevin squeezed my hand as he alighted and grabbing his school satchel he bolted for the house, turning quickly to say good bye and thanks.
I was in love as I couldn't get the image of his cock and body out of my mind all the way home.
Even my mum asked me watch was occupying me so intently.
"Nothing," I lied, but my cock was indicating to me otherwise.
I raced up stairs to my room and personal en-suite bathroom, quickly undressed and stood happily in front of the full length mirror on the back of my door.
My cock stood up against my body the knob far above my inny belly button.
I stroked it as the flow of pre-cum gushed out and with only a few pulls I splatter the mirror with energetic spurts of my cum.
Kevin wasn't at school the next day. I gingerly asked his mates if they knew why.
"Yep," came the offering from Alan, who was also in the B division footy squad.
"His old man bashed him up for doing great in the dance comp. Threatened to smash his face and legs if he didn't stop all these poofter stuff and became a real boy. Then the old man smashed up his mum when she tried to stop it and his little sister. Kevin's mums in hospital, with his sis. I don't really know were Kevy is."
I was shocked, but Alan suggested that I not get too concerned "cause he is really a poofter anyway, and probo desires getting fucked up by his dad."
My lessons suffered for the rest of the day as I continuously thought about Kevin.
I pedalled like fury over to the dance school after classes, but his teacher hadn't seen him all day.
I dragged myself home, but made a detour all the way passed Kevin's lousy home. He wasn't there, but his father was. He was drunk and threatened me when I knocked at the back door.
When I got home, mum was waiting for me outside.
"Where have you been. I've been worried. One of your school friends is here but I'm afraid he is not in a very good condition," she greeted me.
I raced into the kitchen and there was Kevin. His face was badly cut and bruised. One arm was very inflamed and he held onto his wrist.
I almost cried, as mum raced away to telephone our doctor. We quickly gathered Kevin up into our car and mum sped over to the doctor's surgery.
He didn't say a word, just leant against me all the way.
The doctor came out and told us that he had a broken left wrist, a broken cheekbone, and severe bruising to his face back and buttocks. He also suspected that he might have some head problems as he had a bad headache, and other symptoms.
We followed the ambulance to hospital with him.
Mum went guardian for him. She hugged me and asked me what I knew.
When I told her and about visiting his house, she hugged me and started to cry.
I didn't go to school the next day. I went over to the hospital and sat with Kevin the whole day. I held his hand as often as I could, but he was heavily sedated.
Mum and dad came to collect me in the evening and stayed a while too.
The next day was Saturday I had to play footy. Dad and mum came to watch and then after going home and getting showered and changed he took me over and sat with me beside Kevin.
All through this period neither mum or dad questioned me about my feelings or association with Kevin. However, I felt they somehow understood, and I was correct in that thinking.
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