Prologue
I was having the dream again, it was the third time this week and I didn't know how to stop it. Believe me I tried. Each time the dream ended with me cumming on or in someone I don't care to tell anyone about. I suddenly woke up as I was climaxing in the dream with my cock, rock hard and oozing, but no semen had left my body thankfully. Probably because I had masturbated in the shower to try and control the dream. It hadn't worked.
I threw the covers off myself. I was sleeping naked like normal and stared down at my erect cock which was much too large for the rest of my skinny body. It was pulsing and throbbing in the morning light coming through the attic window. I hate my cock. It's hard to hide and manage, especially when it was erect, which happened at inopportune times at home and at school. I was covered in sweat from my head to my toes. Uncovered, I now got a chill from the cool morning air. The dream came back to my head as my cock throbbed over my body, as I lay in my bed trying to comprehend what was wrong with me.
"There's got to be something wrong with me! I shouldn't be dreaming about fucking them. Especially not them," I said quietly out loud.
Staring at my cock, I resenting it as it throbbed away, hovering well over my bellybutton and dripping down onto my abs. I'm still a virgin, no thanks to my big cock.
As I lay there, waiting for my dick to calm down, I heard a noise outside. Getting out of bed, I walked naked to the attic window high above the house I shared with my mother and older sister. Looking out the window, I saw down below, Tiffany, my sister sneaking back into the house before my mother was awake. She snuck out most nights but I have no idea where she went or what she did. She was three years older than me, tall, very athletic with small breasts and red hair. She seemed to always be wearing workout clothes. I guess it made sense since she worked at the gym in town as a personal trainer. Her body showed it. She was in great shape and even I noticed how well defined her ass was as she climbed through the window. My stupid cock lurched on its own as I watched my sister's backside disappear.
"Stupid cock!" I said, smacking it with my hand. "What the fuck is wrong with me!" I said a bit too loud.
My phone alarm suddenly went off, making me jump. I had set it to wake up for school. Moving from the window, I quickly turned it off and sighed heavily. I hated school. Even more than my cock. It wasn't because of the homework or learning, no, I did that just fine and excelled at it. It was because of the people. I hated most of my classmates. They were not nice to me, actually bully me really if you want to call it what it was. I guess I was an easy target, it's easy to pick on the skinny, tall kid, the nerd or geek they sometimes called me.
The worst one though was Cobi. Big basketball jock, Cobi. He was even taller than me and not skinny, a big hulking jerk. Not only did he bully me, he pretty much bullied everyone. "I'm black, large and in charge," he would always say in the locker room as he showered with the other students, minus me. I was too embarrassed to shower after gym class because of my skinny body and large penis. Cobi wasn't ashamed. He seemed to gloat about how big he was, making fun of the 'white boys' with small cocks as he swung his massive one around the showers. I couldn't stand him.
Reluctantly, I slowly started to dress for school, I really didn't want to go. By the time I was dressed, my cock had decided to finally start shrinking enough to hide it under my untucked shirt. Leaving my little attic room, I headed downstairs for breakfast. Walking in the kitchen, my mother, Clara, was standing in front of the stove, cooking eggs as the toaster worked on toast.
I stared at her backside for a split second, a flash from the dream filled my head. I felt my cock twinge, almost starting to regrow, before I tore my eyes off my mother. She was a bit chubby, but her ass was firm, with dark hair, large breasts and she wore glasses. She worked as a secretary, having to return to work when my dad died when I was ten. My mother is the only one who treats me with kindness, she's very motherly and very feminine. I know I shouldn't think about her that way but I'm pretty sure I'm not normal.
She turned around when she heard me come into the kitchen. "Good morning... how's my special boy today?" Mom, asked.
"Okay... food smells good."
"I'll have it ready for you in a second, sweetie."
I sat down at the table, she already had set, and poured myself a glass of orange juice just as the toast popped up. Mom placed the golden brown bread on a plate, added some eggs and brought it over to me. As she leaned over to put the plate down, I got an unexpected view down her blouse. She was already dressed for work. Her large breasts made my eyes widen and I stared a little too long, making Mom notice and turn away from the table.
"I saw Becca the other day. She came by to see you," Mom said.
"I know, she told me at school," I replied, taking a bite of my eggs.
"She seems to really like you, Peter... how come you haven't asked her to the movies or something?"
"I don't know," I mumbled, taking a bite of toast.
"I'm sure she would say yes if you asked. You're so shy, Peter... always have been... you need to take a chance, have fun, especially since you just turned eighteen... it's your senior year you should date. Start with Becca."
"I don't know, Mom... I get so nervous and don't know what to say."
"Just be yourself. I know she likes you, just ask her."
"Well, okay, maybe... I got to get to school," I said, gobbling the rest of my food so I could leave before my mother bugged me about dating anymore.
**
When I stepped out onto the porch to head to school, I saw my neighbor, Danny leaving as well. Danny was an odd kid to me. From the back, as Danny walked, I swore he was a girl, he even talked and dressed like one and was very feminine. He told me he was mostly German with blonde hair, glasses and almost as shy as I was. Danny's mother worked at the school, she cleaned after the kids left and Danny was embarrassed of that fact, hoping people wouldn't find out she was his mother. I was the only one that knew.
We said hi to each other and then walked in silence to school. When we neared the steps to the main door, both he and I saw Becca waiting there. We both smiled at her.
She was a submissive girl, kind of chubby with black hair, large full breasts and a rather large behind. She was dominated by her mother even at eighteen. Becca's mother told her how to dress, how to do her hair, who she could talk to and what she could do after school. But the most reprehensible thing, in Becca's opinion, was her mother wouldn't let her shave her pubic hair. She was the only girl she knew of in school that had uncontrollable growth down below, a fact she hated and the rest of the girls made fun of her for. Becca thought that something so private would be left to her own judgement, but even this her mother had taken from her.
We walked up the steps to meet her. Becca seemed to be watching only me the entire way and said hi to me first.
"Hi, Peter, have any plans for the weekend?" she asked.
"Not really," I replied. "You?"
"I don't know yet, I was hoping..."
"I'm going to the aquarium!" Danny suddenly blurted, cutting Becca off.
"Oh, that's nice, Danny," Becca said politely, not able to finish telling me what she was hoping.
Before she got another chance the first bell rang and we all had to get to class.
**
After lunch, I was heading to another class when I walked by the girl's locker room and found Danny standing outside the door, looking nervous. I stopped, making sure it was Danny because he looked like a girl again and I wasn't 100% sure.
