• Contents
• First Time Tales
• Shorts
• Series
• Novels
• Members

I was a typical Brit-Anglo schoolboy: blond hair, brown eyes, pale complexion. Fairly fit and pretty strong, though I was small. I loved playing rugby. And I was good, even though small. Half-back, of course. Lots of kids who played against me said I was way stronger than I looked. I earned good grades, was good looking, and fairly popular. Girls liked me due to my prowess on the field as well as my grades and my looks. I had plenty of friends and was sure I was going to have a popular dating life. Things were great!

By the time I was twelve, in the seventies, I was masturbating and had a little hair around it, sort of like peach-fuzz. I loved playing with my own little cock. I couldn't wait to start dating and getting some action. I was having wet dreams (about girls) and wet orgasms. I know I was having wet orgasm when I was still living at home because Mum talked to me about the stains I made on my pillow - probably the most embarrassing event in my life so far!

I used to make a little indent in the pillow with my finger, and then put my little cock in the space, and I would pretend it was my prettiest girl classmate and hump it. So, at night, alone in bed, before I left for school, I had trouble sleeping if I didn't.

At that time, I won a rugby scholarship to a very exclusive private school. I got that scholarship because I was very good at footy and very bright as well. They would pay for my fees, tuition, board and food. My parents and I were so hugely proud and pleased. My friends were so glad for me, though we were a bit sad that we wouldn't be going to classes together any longer.

The other boys at the private school wouldn't know I was on scholarship. I was glad of that! They probably wouldn't believe it anyway, because I was so small. And they'd probably hate me for not being from the moneyed class. That was my only real concern about attending that school. I was popular and well-liked enough that I wasn't worried on the social front - only that I would be discovered as a 'poor kid' on a scholarship.

Before I attended the private school, everyone wore speedos or briefs under our footy shorts and we all showered at home. Now, at this school, they had excellent changing rooms with great shower and spa facilities, and we were all expected to change and shower there. I wasn't all that worried about it, until we all stripped the first time. I didn't look around, as I wasn't interested in boys at all. But, suddenly, they were all making fun of how small my cock was. I didn't understand until I looked around. I loved my little cock, and thought it was pretty great, but when I looked around, I saw why. My tiny one hung above my balls, and my little peach fuzz was nothing. These guys almost all had way longer cocks, and much more hair, with way bigger balls hanging down. I was just a boy by comparison.

I wasn't the only one who had a smaller cock. Some of the other boys also had small dicks too. Some boys were still twelve, like me, though most were thirteen or older. The difference was that the other boys with small dicks didn't have any hair at all, while I did have a small patch of peach-fuzz around mine. I guess that made mine seem so small.

I was being teased about my lack of size by the bigger boys in no time. I really hated that. Here I was, a skilled player at a great school, and I was being treated like a little kid. They teased me in the changing room after every practice. I wasn't used to that at all. I'd always been popular and liked before. Now I wasn't the 'big man on campus.' In fact, I was the 'small boy on campus.' And having it pointed out every day was painful.

I still made some friends, it wasn't all bad or horrible or anything. Even the guys who teased me in the changing rooms still treated me fairly well on the field and around the school. They pretty much had to! I was good. Too good to piss off and make me quit. And I was a nice guy. I got along well with others, and won over many. But they still joined in teasing me, for the most part. Some more than others.

One of the guys who didn't join in on the teasing was Terry, the team captain. He played outside-center, and he was a star player as well. He was that ideal male, you know? Extremely handsome, athletic build, great muscle tone, black hair, blue eyes. Well tanned. Extremely quick. Very serious. Very popular. He was thirteen, barely a year older than me, but he was so much more developed and masculine. His cock wasn't the largest in the showers, but it wasn't anything like as small as mine. And he had a lot of black hair around it. Even his balls hung nicely.

After one particularly rough teasing by the other boys about my small privates, he comforted me. He told me that the other guys were just jealous I was such a good player. He made me feel much better about myself, but I was homesick and really disappointed that I was being bullied - by the other players on my own team! - while I was playing such good football.

As the days and weeks went by, it was so hard to stay on the team. I loved playing, and I was so good at it, but it was so difficult to live with the teasing and bullying. Some of the guys were less rude about it, but others were obviously enjoying it a great deal. If it weren't for Terry, I might have quit the team and become a complete recluse. But Terry really befriended me. He talked to me like we were friends. Not always in front of everyone, I knew why, but when we were able to be alone, he was always friendly and nice. We became pretty good friends, and soon he became my best friend. In the following weeks, though, he also became my knight in shining armor. He would defend me and get the guys to lay off whenever he could.

I was still lonely, I have to tell you. New school and all, no friends from home at all. Nothing familiar. All strange and different. Sometimes I felt all alone.

The season started, and I was playing well despite the jokes and embarrassment I new I would suffer in the changing rooms after the games. After several matches and quite a few episodes of bullying about my small penis I broke down in front of everyone. They were doing the regular teasing, like "Teeny peeny" and other stupid phrases. They were like little kids! Why couldn't they grow up?

It was too much this time. Too many times. I broke down crying and ran to my room.

I was still crying in my room much later, alone, when someone knocked on the door. It was rather late. I almost didn't answer it, but I did. It was Terry. He stepped in and closed the door.

"Don't worry about the teasing. The guys are just being guys. They'll drop it sooner or later."

"It's not just the bullying!" I almost yelled. "I miss my Mum, Dad, brother and sister. My friends. Everything!'

Terry sat down next to me on my bed and hugged me and let me cry on his shoulder.

I'd never been in such a situation before. I wondered if this was how the boys I saw bullied at my old school felt. It was horrible. I was glad I wasn't one of the kids that teased others. But it was more than just the teasing, though that was a big part of it. I really did miss my old life, my parents, my brother and sister, my friends, my room, and that stability and safety and regularity. And I missed being the top dog. Here, at this school, I was a top player, yes, but I wasn't top dog all around, like I'd been back home. Here I was one of the small kids, with small privates, and no roots or control or standing.

It was also very new to be crying in front of someone my own age like that. And even more new and strange for that someone to be comforting me. It was really something. He was the team captain! I mean, here was the team captain, in my room, holding me as I cried, telling me comforting things. It was so... sweet? Definitely touching. Very nice indeed. None of my old friends had done such a thing. But I'd never been in such a situation before.

Everything was just so different and new and unstable and strange. Especially being hugged and comforted... by the team captain who was barely older than me, just a boy too. So strange.

"It's going to be just fine," he whispered. "You'll see. You're bloody good. They know it. They're just jealous of you!"

I'd never cried on a boy's shoulder before, let alone been in his arms. It was oddly comforting. Very much so. New and strange and... rather very nice.

"I just wish I didn't have such a small cock," I sobbed. "Then they wouldn't have anything to make fun of!"

"You might have the smallest cock, but it's the prettiest cock of all the boys."

That's a strange thing to say, I thought. But it was nice of him to say.

"You know," he said softly, "As you get older it'll grow bigger."

"Yeah," I agreed reluctantly.

I was sobbing so much! I felt like such a baby.

"Would you like me to stay with you a while?"

I thought that would be wonderful. I nodded against his chest. He held me until I stopped crying, and then we talked. Mostly about footy and games and other teams and girls and all the typical things boys talk about. It got late. It would be lights out very soon.

"You want me to stay?" he asked.

I nodded, and said, "Yeah, thanks. That would be great."

When we were ready to go to sleep, he undressed, fully, as he didn't have anything to go to bed in. It wasn't like he came ready to stay the night. I changed into my pyjamas. I saw his huge member again, hanging and swinging as he walked toward my bed. I just looked at that beautiful cock and wished I had one just like it instead of what I did have. I was jealous, I guess. Hell, if I had one like his, no one would have anything to tease me about!

He got into my bed and snuggled up to my back with one arm over me. It was wonderful to be held. Strange, too, but so wonderful. For the first time since I left home I felt safe and welcomed and wanted.

And there was the new feeling of a warm body against mine. In my own bed, too. That was so... cuddly and warm and just f'ing nice.