TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Frankie's Tale
I was a teenage freak. Honestly. I was normal when I was younger, but when I was a teen, I became a freak.
I grew up just outside of Bloomington. I had friends, and we hung out, messed around, played games, and were totally normal kids. We were all pretty normal. When we pissed in the woods one day when I was eight or nine, we compared dicks. We were all pretty much the same, though Pete had a lot of foreskin that hung over the tip of his, and Mike's was pretty thick, like a thumb or something. Mine was easily the biggest though. Longest and thickest. Easy. But we were pretty normal. We did dares and played games that included showing our dicks or asses, and sometimes touching each others' dicks or asses.
By the time I was nine, we were getting boners when we did such things, and Paul showed us how to jerk off. He'd been shown by his older brother, so he showed us. It was fun. We didn't do that to each other. And it was pretty rare to do it in front of each other, but we sometimes did. I think we were pretty normal, really.
One time, Mike dared Kyle to put his dick in his mouth. Mike said he would give Kyle his He-Man action figure if he did it for ten seconds. Kyle did. Mike's dick was all hard and straight, and Kyle put it in his mouth while we all counted to ten.
Other dares followed that one. By the time I was ten, we'd all had each other's dicks in our mouths at least once. We never sucked. Ever. That was faggy.
When I was twelve, my dick started growing. It was already the biggest of my friends', easy, but now it went haywire. I started measuring it when I was ten, because it was the biggest, and I wanted to know how big it was. Three inches soft, just under four all hard. Not kidding.
But when I was thirteen, and I still didn't have any but a couple of wild hairs around my dick and on my sack, I was over four inches soft, and almost six hard.
My friends and me didn't do those penis games anymore. We'd sort of slowed down at eleven, and by twelve we just didn't. So I didn't know that I was a freak. Not yet.
When I went to high school, and was almost fourteen on the first day of school, I was sort of looking forward to seeing a bunch of naked boys. I wanted to see if I was still the biggest boy. I had a few hairs around the base of it, and some on my sack. It was seven and a half inches hard now, and it never got very small. It was over six inches even soft and just hanging.
So, on that first day in gym, as we changed, I tried to look around a bit to see if anyone was anything like me in size. Most guys my age didn't even have any hairs around it yet. A few did, but their dicks were really short compared to mine. The oldest guys, the seniors, had lots of hair and big dicks, but I was sort of surprised, and pleased, to see that no one had anything like I did between my legs. A few were thicker looking than mine, but none were as long, except a few that were almost hard, and they still weren't as long as mine when it was as soft and as small as it pretty much ever got.
As we headed to the showers, my friend Paul beside me, he sort of cleared his throat and said, "Dude, Frankie, what the fuck?"
I asked, "What?"
"What's with that thing?"
"What thing?"
"Your fucking dick!"
"What? It's big. So?"
"It's not just big, it's fucking huge!"
It was nearly hard from seeing the dorks hanging in there, and I was worried it go full blown hard.
We were mostly whispering, and I heard someone say, "Holy shit, kid! What a freak of a dick!"
One of the seniors, maybe a junior, was actually pointing at me. Some others stopped and looked. I covered it with my hands and frowned at them. It was embarrassing!
"Jeff! Man! Get over here and check this freshman's python out!" one of the other older guys said as he walked toward me and waved someone else over. When the other guy arrived, the first said, "Hey, kid, show Jeff that thing."
How humiliating! I wasn't going to.
"Come on! Be proud of that python, kid!" the first guy said. "Show Jeff here."
I saw Jeff had a nice big one, but not like I had. I suddenly felt less embarrassed and sort of proud. I moved my hands.
"Holy fucking shit. Wow! Guys! Check this out!"
Before long, there were a dozen older guys standing in front of me, checking out my schlong.
"Dude! How long is it when it's hard?"
"Seven and half," I said.
"What?"
"Seven and a half," I said louder.
"Fucking hell! How old are you?"
"Almost fourteen."
"Jesus Christ!"
"You lucky son of a bitch!" the guy named Jeff said, then slapped my shoulder and walked away with all the others. I was so relieved to be out from under their stares. But I noticed that nearly everyone else was looking at me. Or, it. I put my head down and walked to the showers.
"Frankie, it was always big, but when did it get so huge?" Paul asked as we showered.
"When I started getting pubes, I guess," I said, wishing I didn't have it.
"Dude, it's fucking amazing!"
"Yeah," I said, but not sounding like I thought so.
I didn't like being paid any attention. I liked being invisible. I didn't want to be noticed or bothered. I liked being left alone.
I was gay, and I didn't want anyone to find out.
So gym class became hell. Everyone always looked. Sometimes someone would talk to me about it. Asking how I got it so big, when it got so big, if it ever got fully hard or not. It was just that size naturally, it got bigger when I got pubes, and yes, it did get fully hard.
It got fully hard, but not all the time. I had to be really horny or it would just be sort of stiff. But it still felt great to jerk it off, fully hard or not. And shooting a wad was always great fun.
In time, guys stopped staring at it. I got less uncomfortable in the locker room and the showers. I tried to stay to the shadows and go ignored.
My friends were still my friends, and I even made a few new ones at the bigger high school.
The first month of school was over, and things were getting into a kind of groove. Same thing, different day.
Danny wanted to hang out at his place one day after school. Danny was good in English and history, but bad at math. I was good at math and science, but sucked at English and history. He was tall, almost the tallest in our class, and he had lots of slightly curly brown hair. Huge brown eyes, and big lips. Not fat lips, but large, rounded, firm, red ones. When we had been younger and played penis games, he'd had a pretty big one, maybe the biggest besides mine. It was hard to know exactly how long everyone was without measuring, but Danny's was always one of the big ones.
I wasn't particularly attracted to him, but he wasn't bad at all. I'd fantasized about everyone, though, including Danny more than a couple of times. Danny had a sort of soft, gentle, almost girly quality lately. I knew some guys like that were probably gay, but I knew that I was gay but wasn't anything like that. So, just being a bit swishy didn't mean he was. He was just a little feminine. Very little, actually. Hardly at all. But it was there all the same, when you looked for it, anyway.
We rarely went to his house when we were kids. He didn't like being at home. I never asked why. I don't think anyone ever asked why. He always hung out with us doing stuff, and went to our houses, but we almost never went to his. But we rarely went to my house, either. Mine was small, and my folks didn't like having my friends over. Terry's parents were the same way, but his dad was drunk most of the time and we didn't like being yelled at by him, so we rarely went to Terry's either.
Danny's place was pretty nice. It was big, and his room was bigger than the living room at my house. He had some cool stuff, too. Including the newest gaming system at the time, an Atari 5200.
We did some homework, getting the lessons done with each other's help, then played the Atari. I was kicking his ass. Playing games is about all I did. The games for the 5200 were the same as the 2600, which I had. They just looked and sounded better.
"You're fucking good," Danny said, trying to keep up with me.
"Got to be good at something, I guess."
"You're good at math. And science."
"Big deal."
"Hey, I'm glad you are."
I slaughtered his last tank.
"Okay, you're too good at this one, too. I've got a couple of racing games. Suppose you'll kick my ass in them, too."
I grinned. He grinned back. And then he turned red. Then he put in a racing game, and as soon as I caught onto how to play it on the 5200 system, I passed him and pretty much stayed in front of him to the end. The next racing game I took longer to catch on, but won too.
"Cripes. Okay. Missile Command. I'm the king. I'm going to kick your ass."
"No way."
I loved Missile Command, and I was really good at it.
"Wanna bet," he said, switching on the game.
"Bet what?"
He thought for a bit, getting redder and grinning weirdly.
"You really think you're that good?" he asked.
"I know."
He waited, probably thinking. Then got even redder. I could tell he had some kind of wild idea, so I asked, "What?"
"Winner gets a hand-job?"