A Boy’s First Experiences

Excerpt

My team mates left the gym for home. After tying my shoes, I swallowed hard and walked slowly toward the equipment room, where Mr. Snyder and Miss James—the girl’s gym teach had cleared a corner of the small room for a make-shift office.

When I walked in, I saw Mr. Snyder seated at the desk. I was prepared for almost anything. “You’re getting to be pretty cocky,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t know what we’re going to do with you!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Snyder. We were just horsing around and the boys made fun of me and I—”

“What were they teasing you about?” I turned beet red. And I thought he knew the answer to that. He was asking me just to embarrass me, I thought.

“Come on. What were they kidding you about?”

I was counting the football helmets that were lined along the top shelf around the office, wondering if I could make myself small enough to crawl in behind them and hide. I knew I had to answer this, though.

“Well, sir, we were kidding around and playing—you know—and—well, Bill and Cal started teasing me about a small—you know a small…” (and I pointed to my crotch). “And then you proceeded to show them they were wrong.”

“Well, sir,” I said hurriedly, “it isn’t small. My brother who’s in high school tells me it’s one of the biggest he’s ever seen on a 14-year-old, and I wasn’t going to just stand there and let them…”

“Big, eh? And proud of it, eh? Well, then show me!”

As I said, I was prepared for almost anything, but this request sort of took me by surprise.

He motioned me closer. “Come here and let me see this thing you’re so proud of.” But he had seen it, there in the shower room. And, besides, what does his verification of my claim have to do with his reprimanding me? Well, I knew I was already in deep trouble and I figured I’d better do what he asked. So, I moved a bit closer to him, unzipped my jeans, and reached in and pulled out my little, soft prick—if anything smaller than normal out of sheer fear.

“Well, make it big! Show me!”