((Welcome, dear readers, to my latest big idea/homoerotic fantasy. I have been laying out parts of this story in my head for a long time, and just recently began putting it to the keyboard. It's definitely a broader arching tale than I've ever tackled before, and I've found myself struggling with how to break it up and release it. I've decided to separate it into more manageable chapters to be released periodically.
I've already written several chapters in advance, and I promise I have a clear path and ending in mind if you are patient enough to stick with me. This first chapter is especially long, maybe even a little too long to be considered a single "chapter." However, I found myself with a lot of setting up to do before I could get to the sexier, juicier parts to the story that I had in mind. I decided to stretch Chapter 1 out long enough to include the first sexual "payoff" in the story, just to let you all know that I mean business. I promise the sexy stuff will come more fast and furiously in chapters to come. Thanks for reading! Please leave me comments- I'm always thrilled to hear from people getting off on something I've written. So, without further ado...))
*
My first day of summer vacation started promptly at 8:00 am to the sound of the Pokemon cartoon theme belting out of my iPhone. The tune brought me none of the joy that it had in my adolescence as I slapped around my nightstand blindly to silence the alarm without unearthing my head from the pillow.
The exuberant singer was just declaring their certainty in their destiny when I finally succeeded in hitting the snooze. As near-silence was restored to my childhood bedroom, save for the woosh of the desk fan in the corner that I slept with on, more for the comforting white noise than to cool off, I contemplated drifting off and sleeping away the morning. Maybe even stay dead to the world into the afternoon, if I was lucky. Such was my mood.
But of course, I could never do that. Because my dear mother, bless her soul, had taken it upon herself to schedule me a routine check-up and physical at the family doctor at 9:00 am. On the first day of Summer vacation. Yay.
A bigger rebel would have just said 'fuck it' and stayed in bed if they had a doctor's appiontment they didn't want to attend. But not me. Not Noah Warner. I was too much of a goody-two-shoes. As tempting as the thought of skipping the whole thing was, once I started imagining the doctor's receptionist calling to say I'd missed the appointment, my mom finding out and making a big deal of it, wanting to reschedule, wanting to drive me there herself this time, I decided it would just be easier to get up and get it over with now.
The check-ups had been a yearly routine affair forever now. Ever since a particularly bad case of meningitis in middle school landed me in the hospital, my over-protective mother has insisted I follow up with yearly checkups with our family physician. Despite the fact that I'd been in perfect health every year since.
With one last unintelligible grumble, I rolled out of bed and bumbled out of the room in my underwear down the hall to get in the shower, not needing to worry about running into anyone. I was an only child and my mom would already be gone to work.
It was once I'd gotten in the shower and started washing up under the hot spray that I was reminded of just why I was in such a piss-poor mood to start off the summer. It was the awful way that my freshman year in college had ended that had put me in this funk. And as was usually the case, I was reminded of the details precisely when I began washing my crotch.
Okay, here goes the big confession. Or should I say, small confession? Ha, I'm hilarious. Anyway, what I'm trying to get at, is, I have a small penis.
There. I said it. And before you even try comforting me with your 'Oh honey, everyone thinks their dick is small, but the average erect male penis is actually about five and a half inches,' save it! I know how google works, I've done the research. It just so happens that in my case, when I started noticing how big the other guys were and I panicked and ran home to do my research, I wasn't comforted to learn that I was actually pretty average. Nope, I was actually pretty below average.
3 and 7/8 inches on the tape measure I got from the toolbox under the kitchen sink to be exact. And don't act like it's weird that I measured. I know I'm not the only one that has. And I routinely kept measuring, hanging on to the hope that maybe I was a really late bloomer. Maybe I wasn't done growing down there. I'd never been a particularly hairy dude, so anything was possible, I reasoned. But no, shy of 4 inches was where I stayed.
I'll admit, it became a secret obsession of mine. Something that affected many aspects of my life. I'd always been a pretty attractive guy. A little on the small scrawny side, kind of more dorky than into playing sports, but nevertheless, I think I was generally seen by the girls as being 'cute.' Said cuteness, along with my wit and humor, would have allowed me to easily land a girlfriend. My size hang up, however, led me to spend most of my High School time in self imposed isolation.
I wasn't brave enough to change that until Senior Prom when I was 18. I had dated this girl, Michelle, most of senior year. I could tell she was ready. I was definitely ready. We were both adults now, and I was almost convinced she cared for me enough that my penis size wouldn't matter.
Well, it turns out love is a lie. Or that, at least, Michelle was a whore. We had what I assumed was our mutual fumbling around first time in a dark hotel room after the dance. It was a quick heavy breathing affair for me, and I was almost able to chalk up the "is it in yet?" question to Michelle's nervousness and inexperience.
A few days after prom I worked up the courage to try again with her. This time in the afternoon, in my bedroom while my mom was at work. Even with the blinds closed it was impossible to keep my room as dark as I would have wanted.
Michelle was nice enough to try and go down on me, at least. Her lips around my little shaft felt so good I was afraid it'd be over before it started and had to make her stop and lay down.
Halfway through me humping away on top of her, the bitch actually started laughing. She said she honestly couldn't feel anything and admitted I was by far the smallest guy she'd ever been with. This devastated me on multiple levels. Not only was she pointing out my diminutive size, but I was under the impression that we were each other's firsts. Apparently I was far from her's.
So we broke up, and I spent the entire summer on a crazy fitness and workout kick. By the middle of August I was a strange mix of a fit looking jock who was actually more into video games and nerd culture than I was into organized sports. I mean, I didn't look like a body builder, but it was enough to somewhat repair my ruined self esteem. I was actually pretty happy with my body, as long as no one saw me with my pants off, I was golden.
It was in this shape that I headed across state for my freshman year at the State University that fall. Again my little willy fears dictated my life, as I insisted I needed a dorm room to myself. Whatever bullshit reasons I gave were enough to convince my mom and the school, but in reality the only reason was so that I never had to change in front of my roommate. If I was careful and stuck to odd times of the day, the showers in the dorm bathrooms were individually curtained off and I was never caught out in the common area of the bathroom without a towel on.
Despite my tiny wiener hang up, I was actually able to build up a healthy social life on campus. It was easy to find guys into the same kind of pop culture I was into, and even easier for me to be the best looking option in all of those social groups. I basically had first pick of any available females. I eventually set my sights on Casey, and we were exclusively dating by Winter break.
I was able to keep things above the clothes with Casey well into the Spring semester. But after quite a few nights of heavy petting that went no where, it was evident that I was giving not only myself, but Casey, a serious case of metaphorical blue balls, and I was going to have to give up the goods.
As far as I could tell, things went considerably better than they had with Michelle. After our first time, we actually both said the 3 scariest words, 'I love you.' We continued on together up until the end of spring semester. My lack of a roommate came in handy as we always had a place to hook up. I'll admit, I probably spent too much time pleasuring Casey orally, but she didn't seem to mind. She never mentioned my penis size, or lack-there-of, and I was grateful for that.
That is, up until the night before the end of the semester, when we would both be moving back home to opposite sides of the state for the summer.
