From: mpierce@pathcom.com
Subject: NEW STORY - "Little Mikey - The Early Years" by MM
Date: 17 Sep 1996 04:46:20 GMT

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting teenaged males.  If you are offended by such material, 
or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please do not read
any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following story are 
entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely 
coincidental.  

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   "Little Mikey: The Early Years"

   by Mikey Mark

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It has been my experience that despite my average looks and modest build, I 
have been extremely lucky in getting more than my fair share of opportunities 
for sex partners!  I attribute this extraordinary good fortune to nothing 
other than the size of my dick.  As I discovered when I looked it up in 
Kinsey's famous book, my cock measures up in the top one or two percent.  
Pretty heady stuff to be reading when you are sixteen years old!

It really wasn't much of a surprise to me at the time.  More like a 
confirmation of my suspicions.  Afterall, the fact of my penis size had 
already been well impressed upon me by numerous events that occurred in the 
years prior to my library researches.  

At the tender age of ten, I was amongst a busload of public school kids who 
were unceremoniously delivered to the local indoor pool for manditory swimming 
lessons.  Getting into the pool was no problem.  Almost everybody arrived with 
their swim suits on underneath their clothes, myself included.  

After a vigorous hour of instruction and frollicking in the frigid and heavily 
chlorinated pool, we were marched back into our sexually segregated 
change-rooms.  There, all twenty-five or thirty of us boys had to dry off and 
change.  There were more than a few boys who wrapped their towels completely 
around themselves and then used there armpits and elbows to hold it up and 
then wiggled out of their wet swim suit without removing the towel.  They then 
wiggled into their dry underwear without exposing the themselves at all.  It 
was quite a feat.  I am still amazed when I see boys doing this in 
change-rooms.  It never occurred to me to bother to hide my nakedness.  It was 
a change room and I did what I thought I was supposed to do: get changed.     
         

It was there, standing naked in that change-room filled with nine and ten year 
old boys, that I first heard those fateful words, "hey man! check out the size 
of Mikey's dick!".  Boys will be boys, and they pointed and laughed and made 
their boyish jokes.  Looking around, the only dicks that were visible were 
shriveled up little knobs, barely an inch or two at the most in length.  My 
own was at least double the size of any of them.  The changeroom was cold and 
drafty in the winter and the pool similarly frigid.  None of us had erections. 
 It was my first awareness of the difference in the size of my dick.  

I didn't pay too much attention to that fact at first, mearly stored it away 
with all the other little facts I had about myself, like the fact that I was 
good at math, or that I was better at volleyball than basketball.  Being ten 
years old, I had no knowledge of sex or anything like that.  

What did follow though, was a noticeable increase in my social position.  I 
soon found myself being invited over afterschool to several different boys' 
houses who had previously half-ignored me.  Quite often these play sessions 
would wind up with the two of us hiding in some dark corner of the basement 
showing each other our boners.  With some of the boys I did it with, a pattern 
of play leading up to us "showing our boners" would be repeated on other 
occassions.  There was never anything overtly sexual about it, just 
pre-pubescent boys satisfying a bit of curiosity and joyously indulging in 
forbidden actions.     

On one particularly memmorable occassion of this sort, I remember being in the 
basement of my next door neighbor's house.  There were three of us.  I was 
around eleven years old at the time, while my neighbour John and his friend 
Dave were both a year older than I was.  We were hanging out inside a secret 
fort we had made under the stairway behind a pile of cardboard boxes.  Sure 
enough, someone suggested that we "show our boners".  I had seen John naked a 
couple of times before while getting changed, but never with a boner.  I had 
never seen Dave naked before and was quite curious to see his boner as he was 
blond haired and quite goodlooking.

Again, nothing actually sexual occurred, just the three of us boys kneeling in 
a circle with our pants down around our knees "showing our boners".  It was 
quite neat the way our three boners could be clearly identified as "Small, 
Medium & Large".  What really struck me was that although I was the youngest 
and the shortest of the three of us, mine was the largest.  Dave, who was the 
tallest, strongest and best looking, had a boner that seemed to me to be 
rather small, about half the size of my own.  John's dick was justa tiny bit 
smaller than Dave's.  All three of us were circumcised.  Dave even had a tiny 
bit of dark hair at the base of his penis that was the object of considerable 
interest to both John and I.

However, from this time onwards, John started to become much more friendly 
with me and I rarely saw Dave around.  John would invite me over to his house 
quite often and he always had some new "pretend" game that would involve me 
getting my pants pulled down!  I never minded playing these type of games, as 
I was always curious to find out what might happen and I was beginning to 
enjoy the sensation of exposing myself naked in front of others.  

As I moved to middle school (grade 7 & 8) from public school these boyish 
games of exhibitionism began to progress to a whole new level.  My neighbour 
John demonstrated a profound interest in my dick.  One of John's favorite 
games (and one of mine too!) was to play "race car driver".  This game would 
involve rearranging the furniture and upholstery cushions in John's basement 
rec room into the "pretended" shape of a racing car.  I would be the driver 
and I would wear a football helmet for my "crash-helmet" and leather winter 
gloves as driving gloves.  John, whose father was a doctor, would double as my 
"crew-chief" and "rescue-paramedic".  

After winning the race, I would have a big smash up.  John would throw the 
cuchions around and bury me in the wreckage.  Then, as "paramedic", John would 
try to rescue me by trying to pull me free of the wreck.  John always pulled 
me by my pantlegs, never by my feet.  I would of course be half hidden under 
some cushions and holding onto the couch.  John, my tireless rescue worker 
would then announce that I was stuck.  He would shuffle a few cushions and 
pillows aside and then reach underneath to see where I was stuck.  He would 
reach up to me and give me "encouraging words" and his hand would accidentally 
brush across my stomach and flip the button at the top of my jeans.

Then he would return to his task of pulling me out from the wreckage.  With me 
holding on and John pulling on my pantlegs and my pants undone, it didn't take 
long for me to be laying there half buried in cushions and naked below the 
waist.  John would then announce that since I was clearly stuck in the 
wreckage, he would have to operate on me right there.  He would grab his black 
bag and start to poke and probe me with an old set of his father's 
instruments.  All of his ministrations were directed at my naked middle 
section.  I could never see his face while this went on, and I suppose if I 
did it might ruin the game.  I would lay there, my upper body buried in 
cushions, while John probed closer and closer to my rigid boner.  Eventually 
he would carress my balls and slowly rub my dick.  This felt fantastic 
although John never continued doing it long enough.  I guess he would feel 
guilty and all of a sudden the game would be over and I would have to pull up 
my pants and go home.  

It was around this time that I got my first introduction to sex.  It occurred 
at my own house when my parents were out of town for a weekend.  My sixteen 
year old brother and three of his friends were sitting around in the basement 
drinking beer and smoking.  I was upstairs watching TV when one of my 
brother's friends comes up to tell me that my brother wanted to talk to me.  
Knowing that I would get beaten-up by him if I didn't, I followed Rob 
downstairs to find out what my brother wanted.  

The basement rec-room was a mess with overflowing ashtrays and empty chip bags 
everywhere and it stank of stale beer and cigarette smoke.  My brother was 
standing in the middle of the room holding one of his buddies in a double 
armlock.  Another of his buddies was kneeling on the floor and held the feet 
of the same unfortunate fellow.  The guy they were holding had his pants 
pulled down and I wondered what was going on.  I must have looked shocked or 
something because my brother announced that he had a bet on for $10 and that I 
was to "shut up and do what he said" or he would "pound my head in". 

I just stood there watching them.  The guy who was being held with his pants 
down was Steve.  He was an average looking guy with curly brown hair and 
glasses.  I could not help but notice that he had a boner and a bush of dark 
brown pubic hair.  Still mesmerized, my brother told me to "pull out my dick". 
 I protested but Rob grabbed me and quickly pinned me down.  He actually sat 
on my chest with his back to my face and proceeded to whip open my belt and 
pushed down my pants.  Between the sight of Steve with a boner and Rob sitting 
on me and yanking down my pants and underwear, I had a boner in no time.  
Being exposed in front of such older boys, all four of which were at least six 
inches taller than I was at the time, I was quite embarrassed by the fact that 
my dick was still hairless and "boyish".

However, they didn't make fun of my hairless dick.  What they did was make fun 
of poor Steve for having a dick smaller than a hairless twelve year old!  Our 
dicks were fairly close in size and Steve disputed the judgement and called 
for a ruler.  Sure enough, my 6.25 inches edged out Steve's slim six.   My 
brother won his $10 bet.  Rob, who was still holding me down, then announced 
that he would bet $5 that I couldn't even cum yet.  Steve took up his bet and 
they let go of him.  Freed of my brother's hold, Steve pulled up his pants and 
knelt down and began to stroke my boner.  It was just like my neighbor John 
doing it except Steve was gripping it harder and moving faster.  I just laid 
there being overwhelmed by the sensation.  

After a while it began to feel as though I was going to pee.  Horrified at the 
possibility that what they were doing was going to make me piss on Steve and 
Rob, I told them that I was going to pee if they didn't stop.  I always 
wondered what would have happened if my neighbour John had continued for just 
a bit longer.  Now I was finding out.  My brother and his friends just laughed 
when I said they were making me going to piss and Steve just kept rubbing my 
dick.  I couldn't stand it any longer and I stopped trying to fight back the 
urge to piss.  Pins and needles started to climb up from my toes to the top of 
my head and then down again to the head of my raging boner.  On the second or 
third of these waves of pins and needles, I felt something happen.  

They all cheered, except for Rob who groaned when my dick erupted.  Rob and 
Steve were in the way and I couldn't see my own dick.  I wasn't sure if I was 
bleeding or if I had pissed all over the place.  I knew that something was 
warm and wet but I didn't know what it was.  When they let go of me, I found 
that I was splattered with some mysterious milky white liquid.  I was soon 
informed that the white stuff is called "cum" and it is what makes girls get 
pregnant.  With their bets settled, they kicked me out of the rec room and 
went back to their drinking and smoking.  That was my first orgasm and I loved 
it.

From that time onward, I doubt if more than a day or two has gone by without 
me (or someone else) rubbing or sucking on my dick until that wonderful magic 
white stuff comes out.  The whole episode came as quite a shock to me and 
really changed me.  Prior to that day, I was just an innocent boy, ignorant of 
the pleasure of sex.  From then on, I was a horny teenaged boy looking for any 
excuse or a moments privacy to pull out my dick and jerkoff.      

I started off innocently enough, doing it alone in my bed late at night or 
early in the morning.  But the more often that I did it, the more often I 
wanted to do it.   I remember becoming particularly obsessed with my body and 
its changes at the time.  By the time of my thirteenth birthday, I was jerking 
off every day even though I still didn't have any pubic hair.  I remember 
measuring myself, against the back of my closet door, the same place I had 
done so as a child.  I hadn't done it in a while, but I got out a pencil 
anywas and marked my height, 5'5" right there on the door-frame.  Not marked 
on the door however, was the measurement of my dick.  It had been almost a 
year since my dick had been measured by my brother and his buddies, so I 
immediately pulled out my dick and measured it.  With a full boner, it 
measured 7.5" long and 1.75" wide and still hairless!  

This slow rate of pubic hair development really began to disturb me.  I had 
only the faintest traces of light downy hairs at the base of my dick.   I 
tried using my mother's mascara brush on them once just to see what I might 
look like if I had pubic hair.  I had to stand up on the toilet to look at my 
self in the mirror, but the sheer sight of the black hairs made me jerkoff off 
in the sink feeling oh-so-mature.  I suppose it was just a passing phase, but 
this particular time in my life was really quite difficult.  Previously, I had 
been proud to showoff my dick, but for a while there, I went out of my way to 
hide it.  By the summer of that year though, my pubic hair finally arrived and 
I was a happy camper once again.