My name’s Jacob. Everyone in this story is 18.
In the first semester of my senior year of high school, I had randomly been roped into going to one of my school’s baseball games by my best friend, Brad. I usually avoided these types of functions as, being from a small town, everyone and their grandmother attended, making it kind of overwhelming. Brad didn’t usually want to go either, but his girlfriend at the time, Caroline, insisted that he come and, for whatever reason, he insisted I come, too. Brad and I had been friends since we were five years old, so I figured I’d have at least an all right time, even though we had spent less time together since he had started dating Caroline.
Brad picked me up at my place (a mere two streets over from his own) with Caroline in the passenger seat. Her hair was slightly messy and he had a shit-eating grin on his face, so I was keenly aware that they had just been doing SOMETHING in that car prior to their arrival. From what Brad had told me, though, they had never gone all the way. “She’s holding me at second base,” he’d say with the same youthful horniness I also possessed. I, however, hadn’t gone further than first with anyone.
Seated in the stands at the baseball field not twenty minutes later, I was settling in for a night of pure boredom when Dominic sat next to me and put his arm over my shoulder. Dom was about 6′ tall, Black and arguably the best football player at our school. We hadn’t spoken until our junior year when I consistently helped him in our physics class. We’d become buddies, though we never hung out outside of school.
“Hey, man! Never see you at these things,” he said with genuine excitement.
“Yeah, I got roped into it by these two,” I said in a defeated tone, gesturing towards Brad and Caroline who were practically making out.
“Yikes,” he replied with a chuckle.
Just then, Brad grabbed my arm and asked — no — demanded that him and I go to the snack bar. As we quickly made our way down from the stands, he practically blurted out, “She wants to fuck!”
“Huh,” I replied, both in disinterest and genuine confusion.
“Caroline! She wants to fuck TONIGHT!”
I gave him a pat on his back and a “Niiiice, bro” before the bad news came…
“So we’ve gotta go,” he said, almost apologetically.
“Okay, well let’s go get Caroline and head to ca–“
“No, her and I are going to leave and go to the lake…like now.”
I was baffled. At least drop me off at home first, I thought! But again — I, too, was an incredibly horny teen and understood his urgency. “Oh, for fucks sake. Fine! But you owe me BIG!”
With that, he grabbed my shoulders and gave me a sincere, “I gotchu!” before darting off. I decided to just walk home (probably not more than a twenty minute walk, to be honest). As I headed outside, however, I noticed Dom now standing near the track adjacent çankaya escort to the baseball field with Holden. I don’t know why except maybe that it was a Friday night and I had nothing better to do, but I headed over to the two of them.
Holden was on the football team with Dom, and also a wrestler. He was white and probably around 6′ tall (like Dom). Both of them eclipsed my 5’10” standing straight-up. Holden and I weren’t as chummy as Dom and I were, but we had gone to the same church when were kids and had been in the same group for a school dance one time. We got along well, just never really ran in the same circles. Like Brad and I, though, Dom and Holden had been friends since they were young.
“Sup, man!” Dom said with the same genuine excitement. “Where’re Brad and Caroline?”
“You don’t want to know,” I replied with a knowing look, causing the two of them to chuckle. At this point, I noticed that they had been watching a now-paused video on Dom’s phone. “What’re you watching?”
“My cousin showed me this earlier — look!” he said, pointing the phone towards me. I was now watching a very small women be fucked by two large men. Frankly, it was pretty vanilla, but being young and from a small town, this was scandalous to us. Also, at this point in time, I wasn’t even almost aware that I was bi, but I was immediately struck by how big these two men’s dicks were.
“Woah, those guys’ dicks are fucking huge!” What the fuck, Jacob? They showed you porn and you immediately clock the guys’ dicks? What is wrong with you?
Before I could feel too embarrassed by the comment, Holden responded, “I know! Honestly, I’m glad my dick isn’t THAT big.” I was slightly surprised to hear Holden casually reference his dick size so comfortably in front of me.
“Your dick isn’t big at all,” Dom said, ruffling his bud’s brownish ginger hair.
“Well not as big as yours!”, Holden replied with a laugh. Their comfort with one another or that they had seen each others wieners didn’t surprise me. After all, they had been friends since they were kids and likely showered together five times a week after football.
“Yeah,” Dom said, turning to me with a sly grin, “I’m kind of packing the heat.”
“Damn, lucky guy over here,” I skittishly said, not wanting to seem too eager to hear more (though I definitely did). Luckily for me, that’s all it took for Dom to show me using his hands how big it was and, based on that, I would’ve guessed about 8″.
“No it’s fucking not!” Holden belted out!
“Well, hard, yeah! Soft, it’s more like–” and with that, Dom moved his hands closer together, probably about 6″ apart.
“Yeah,” said Holden, “Mine soft is the same length as my phone.” This honest sentiment brought laughter from all three of us (for reference, his phone was an iPhone 5 [4.87″ in length, to be exact]). keçiören escort I was surprised to be having such a casual conversation about dick sizes with men I didn’t know super well. And then came what I feared: “What about you?” said Holden, both him and Dom now looking me dead in the eyes.
“Well…” I said, briefly stalling for time …
The truth is my dick is (and was) around 2.5″ soft and around 5″ full-mast. Having successfully avoided showering in the locker room after track, the only person to have seen it was Brad and even that hadn’t been in quite awhile. Brad and I had compared when we were younger, played games of Truth or Dare together, and even skinny dipped in his pool. We were always around the same size (practically the only difference between us physically was his light blonde hair versus my light brown hair). Since then, however, we had both shot up probably a foot.
And the year prior, rumors spread (likely from his and Caroline’s second-base extravaganzas) that he had a “porn star dick”. I never inquired to him about it, obviously, but I was suddenly both curious and jealous. I hadn’t thought too much about my dick being small until then. I guess I had subconsciously and naively assumed we had similar dick sizes and that they were average — he was slightly taller than me, but we were both lanky, white guys. It wasn’t until I heard about his now famously big member that I really noticed just how small to average my member was. And now I had to confess that to these guys? I could’ve lied, but what if someone did see it at some point (I would go on to have sex, eventually!) and word got out? Lying would only make it all the more embarrassing. Besides, it’s not NOT average… it’s nothing to be ashamed of… but I had just received confirmation that these two outranked me. I was stumped as to what to do and, for some reason, just blurted out–
“Let’s just say I’m not ‘packing the heat’!”
My honesty caught me off-guard and their immediate laughter was embarrassing as all hell, but it was all in jest and good fun. “How small?” Dom asked a little too eagerly and still laughing a little too hard.
“Well, not an iPhone on soft-mode,” I said like a stand-up comedian. More laughs.
A sudden twitch in my shorts startled me.
“I need to head back to my house for dinner. Y’all walking that way?” Holden asked.
I was, so I nodded, and Dom decided to tag along for the walk. Nothing better to do in this town.
The subjects on the walk to Holden’s varied and have since been forgotten. All I really remember was remarking at some point that I needed to piss really badly (which was true).
We got to Holden’s and he entered his backyard through a door in the fence. His dad was in the yard and caught sight of Dom and I, making his way over quickly to greet us. I etimesgut escort knew Mr. Powell well; he’d been an active member of the church my family I used to go before switched. I remembered thinking he was handsome before I understood why I would think a man was handsome. We made polite small talk with him (how school was going, what colleges we were looking at, yada yada yada) before he and Holden latched the fence door and went inside the house.
Not thinking about it, I turned to Dom and said, “I have to get home quick or I’m going to piss myself, man.”
“Same. Let’s just go here,” he said and, before I could process it, he whipped his johnson out of his basketball shorts and began to pee on some weeds near the fence. He wasn’t lying: it was about 6″ completely soft (if not more, to be honest). And thick. Mine was (and is) skinny. I quickly caught myself staring and looked up at him. He must have noticed my hesitancy because he looked back at me and, mid-stream, calmly said, “C’mon, it’s chill. It’s not like we’re peeing on their flowers.”
I know I had made a joke about my size, but I didn’t want to have my schlong lined up directly next to his, to have him see just how I measured up (or, more truthfully, didn’t). Less so, however, I didn’t want him to see me piss my pants, so without too much thought, I quickly pulled my 2-inch wiener out and started peeing pretty much onto the same spot he did.
My silent hope that the same unspoken urinal etiquette shared between guys of “no looking” (the one I had just broken by gawking at his massive hog) would apply in the outdoors was quickly shredded by Dom’s outburst of, “Damn, you weren’t lying! Your dick really is fucking small!”
I laughed along, but wanted to die inside. I looked down and saw my lil guy shriveled up next to his horse cock. Worse yet, something about him also having this visual now etched in his brain, knowing that he out-did me in this field without a doubt, started to make my lil guy grow just a bit. I quickly shook out the last few drops and shoved my dick back into my shorts; the last thing I needed was for him to see me get a semi or, worse, a full-on boner (something he would come to see down the line). In that moment, I swear I noticed his dick also looked a bit bigger than it had been as he proudly took his time shaking out the last few drops from the tip of his dick. Did he swell up just from knowing he was bigger than me?
“I’m just messing with you man,” he said, yet again plopping his arm over my shoulder as we continued our walk to my house. “Motion of the ocean you know,” he followed with another chuckle as I playfully shrugged his arm off of me.
I asked if he wanted to come in and hangout when we got to my house, but he said he should probably just head home. His last words to me that evening were, “See you later, tiny weenie!”. He followed this with a knowing wink as he departed.
Him, Holden and I would go on to spend a significant amount of time together that year.
That night, I practically ran to my bedroom, immediately pulling my shorts down to my ankles and stroking my 5-incher furiously, hot ejaculate splatting onto the hardwood floor in what felt like less than a thirty seconds.