Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2004 10:58:27 +0100 (BST)
From: David Williams <davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: William's Account 1

When I was 14 I knew that I was different to other boys in my class. Most
were starting to mouth off all the time about chicks and how features of
the female anatomy were of abiding interest to them and the effect it had
upon parts of their anatomy.

I knew too that I had a jump-start on these guys as my most favoured piece
of my anatomy was far larger than any of theirs and I had much more fun
with it than they did.

You see my cock was big. When I turned 12 I had attended a swim coaching
school that summer and my little speedos just were not big enough to
contain this fleshy monster tube that had started to develop between my
legs.

I had measured it after getting into a supposed teen internet site. I was
thrilled to note that without fudging the measurement process my pleasure
stick was 16cm long when soft and hanging over my hairless balls. However,
when happy and feeling good it expanded, not only in circumference to over
4cm wide, but also added another 5 cm to its length.

The impressive feature I was proud of at that swim school was that even
when lying dormant it stretched my tiny lycra swim suit so that you could
see the side of its tube, the bulbous head was easily discernible, and my
hairless balls viewable. They even occasionally decided to get some sun and
would fall out, much to the delight of my then coach. He was very
affectionate to me throughout the school and finally educated me in the
delights of my own body, and also into the transference of my delightful
fingers to his almost equally impressive appendage.

Instead of suggesting that I get my parents to purchase a larger or even
specially fabricated swimsuit, he allowed me to show off my delightful
growth to all and sundry. This including a delightful man who became my
personal sponsor and he introduced me also to the marvellous effects of
massage and personal training. His financial input encouraged me to allow
him his moments of pleasure, as I was even then, smart enough to note that
money made a big difference to one's life and that if I could take
financial advantage from what I possessed then, boy, go for it.

And on top of all this I really enjoyed every moment. And unlike other so
called swim champions, have no regrets and have never ever considered
attempting to right the supposed wrongs by slagging these people for
further personal financial gain.

Of course there was the issue of my issue. I started to bring forth the
juice of life shortly after the opening days of that momentous swim school,
and not one drop of it was wasted on a handkerchief or tissue. Every spurt
was lapped up by greedy lips and my self-made protein added to the
encouragement of cash that found its way into my pockets.

What was so very pleasing, and still is that the production of pubic hair
in that wonderful region was extremely limited. In fact it wasn't until I
celebrated my 13th birthday that I had enough growth to even describe it as
a bush. In fact I could count the number of reeds. This pleased me no end.

My parents never questioned the late nights after swim training, or the
many weekends away with the coach and my mentor. My education in matters
sexual, and the pleasure these nice men, and I obtained during these
mentoring forays was close to the peak of human experience.

Now at as I approached my 14th birthday the pangs of love speared into my
heart. I had experienced minor thrusts on other boys before this but never
to the degree I was now being subjected to.

His name was Kevin and whilst he was in my grade at school, he did all his
lessons in different classes. He was a little taller than I was, and very
skinny. His black curly hair fell about his 'little boy' face and made him
look a few years younger.

I first noticed him at assembly one morning when he was called on stage to
be congratulated on being a finalist in a local community dance contest. My
body gave a big jump when I saw him and as my eyes rapidly moved down to
imagine what sort of cock hung from his tummy I noted a reasonable bulge in
his grey school trousers.

I observed him during lunchtime and noted that he didn't have a huge circle
of friends. The opportunity arose two days later when he was sitting by
himself in the cafeteria, his other friends having fled to some sport
practice or other.

I sat next to him and immediately felt this spark of electricity jump
between us.

He looked at me and smiled, and my cock gained 5cm rapidly.

His face up close was beautiful. His skin was soft and fine with no hint of
facial hair or blemishes. His eyes were dark and piercing. The smile that
broke from his face when he turned to me made me melt.

I squirmed on the seat so as to adjust that big monster cock of mine, which
had rapidly sprung to the peak of excitement.

We chatted about his dancing and I could easily see the enthusiasm he had
for what he was doing. I asked him if I could watch him dance and he
invited me to his next training session which was that afternoon.

Now that really shit me off as I had a training session for school football
that very same afternoon, and I wouldn't be finished until around 5pm.

That didn't stop him. He quickly advised me that he often did dance
practice until 7 or 8pm. He told me were the dancing took place and I
sensed his eagerness for me to come.

Now at this time I was one of the school's leading junior football heroes
and was up to that time in the season the highest scorer. The footy coach
also acknowledged that without me the team would not have had total
domination of the inter-school competition. In fact, I had scored almost
60% of all the points.

Some of this was the confidence my swim coach and sex mentor had instilled
into me, and the rest was simply my personal desire to be a high
achiever. I also surprised my classmates, my teachers and my parents by
doing extremely well in all scholastic subjects, something that sports
jocks never seemed to do.

I finished footy training, showered as I always did, so I could show off my
huge cock, and headed on my bike over to the dance school.

I could hear the music and it was a current hit tune that I personally
loved. I carefully crept into the hall and there was the new love of my
life Kevin going into the final stages of this number.

His body movements were so fluid and delicate, and the ease of his progress
across the shiny polished floor was magic. He was wearing tight leotards
and a dance singlet top. His developing muscles shone out and the bulge was
obvious.

My cock reacted the way I knew it would.

There was nobody else there except Kevin and his dance teaching lady. I
crept closer, and then a noise I made had both heads turned. The smile on
Kevin's face was so enthralling, I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"You came," he almost shouted. "You came. Wow, thank you."

It was almost a pleading statement.

He quickly introduced me as his friend from school to the dance teacher.

She asked me if I wanted to learn to dance but I said I hadn't ever thought
about it.

I could sense that she was sizing me up, with her gazed staying a long time
on my developing muscular legs.

I sat down as the pair got onto the lesson. I couldn't describe the
feelings in my body as I watched this boy move. My eyes just couldn't leave
his super body.

He wasn't muscular in the same way I was developing, but the definition on
his chest and arms indicated strength. I also noted that he didn't have any
hairs under his arms yet.

They decided to conclude the lesson early as the teacher had some other
classes with chicks. Kevin came over and we raced into the change
rooms. His top was off and I was thrilled at the sight of his large dark
pink nipples and the obvious moulding of his pectoral muscles. He shuffled
on a fresh T-shirt and then rapidly pushed down his leotards, revealing
underwear with a padded box in front. This was quickly removed and his cock
flopped into view. It wasn't large like mine but it was in a good stage of
growth. Like me he had been circumcised just after birth and his knob had
positive development. What I liked also was that he had just a very small
patch of black pubes atop his dangling cock.

He slipped on fresh undies, then his shorts and we were ready to go.

He didn't have a bike so I suggested that he sit sidesaddle across the top
bar on my bike and that I could double him home.

It also gave me an opportunity to wrap my arms around him in a fashion. He
lived on the opposite side of town to me, and I was a little shocked when
he indicted his house.

Now my parents house wasn't super big or flash but it was 100% better than
Kevin's parent's place.

As we coasted to a halt at his front gate his father emerged from around
the back. He was obviously a very rough man. His chest sported two large
patches of dark hair around his well-developed nipples, with a trail down
into his tattered dark blue and dirty shorts. He called out to Kevin to get
his are inside pronto and stop fucking around with his other poofter mates.

I was shocked, and a little frightened by this attitude. Kevin squeezed my
hand as he alighted and grabbing his school satchel he bolted for the
house, turning quickly to say good bye and thanks.

I was in love as I couldn't get the image of his cock and body out of my
mind all the way home.

Even my mum asked me watch was occupying me so intently.

"Nothing," I lied, but my cock was indicating to me otherwise.

I raced up stairs to my room and personal en-suite bathroom, quickly
undressed and stood happily in front of the full length mirror on the back
of my door.

My cock stood up against my body the knob far above my inny belly button.

I stroked it as the flow of pre-cum gushed out and with only a few pulls I
splatter the mirror with energetic spurts of my cum.

Kevin wasn't at school the next day. I gingerly asked his mates if they
knew why.

"Yep," came the offering from Alan, who was also in the B division footy
squad.

"His old man bashed him up for doing great in the dance comp. Threatened to
smash his face and legs if he didn't stop all these poofter stuff and
became a real boy. Then the old man smashed up his mum when she tried to
stop it and his little sister. Kevin's mums in hospital, with his sis. I
don't really know were Kevy is."

I was shocked, but Alan suggested that I not get too concerned "cause he is
really a poofter anyway, and probo desires getting fucked up by his dad."

My lessons suffered for the rest of the day as I continuously thought about
Kevin.

I pedalled like fury over to the dance school after classes, but his
teacher hadn't seen him all day.

I dragged myself home, but made a detour all the way passed Kevin's lousy
home. He wasn't there, but his father was. He was drunk and threatened me
when I knocked at the back door.

When I got home, mum was waiting for me outside.

"Where have you been. I've been worried. One of your school friends is here
but I'm afraid he is not in a very good condition," she greeted me.

I raced into the kitchen and there was Kevin. His face was badly cut and
bruised. One arm was very inflamed and he held onto his wrist.

I almost cried, as mum raced away to telephone our doctor. We quickly
gathered Kevin up into our car and mum sped over to the doctor's surgery.

He didn't say a word, just leant against me all the way.

The doctor came out and told us that he had a broken left wrist, a broken
cheekbone, and severe bruising to his face back and buttocks. He also
suspected that he might have some head problems as he had a bad headache,
and other symptoms.

We followed the ambulance to hospital with him.

Mum went guardian for him. She hugged me and asked me what I knew.

When I told her and about visiting his house, she hugged me and started to
cry.

I didn't go to school the next day. I went over to the hospital and sat
with Kevin the whole day. I held his hand as often as I could, but he was
heavily sedated.

Mum and dad came to collect me in the evening and stayed a while too.

The next day was Saturday I had to play footy. Dad and mum came to watch
and then after going home and getting showered and changed he took me over
and sat with me beside Kevin.

All through this period neither mum or dad questioned me about my feelings
or association with Kevin. However, I felt they somehow understood, and I
was correct in that thinking.


If you are enjoying this story e-mail me; davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk