When I stepped out of my mom’s Lexus SUV that morning, the sun was rising over the gym, the parking lot was full of guys and girls walking in to school alone or in groups, laughing or talking or just enjoying the gorgeous morning. I settled my backpack, slipped the strap of my sports bag across my chest (conscious as I did that it cut right into the divot between my pecs and outlined them against my shirt) and surveyed the school. This is the first day of the rest of my life, I thought. I glanced down quickly at my pants and had to stifle a loud laugh at the bulge running down (and down, and down) the inside of my left thigh. For the past few years, as my youthful good looks had developed into sheer magnificence, I had started wearing pants slimmer and smaller than the average by small degrees so as to display the body I was justifiably proud of. This habit resulted, now, in a completely visible massive penis on display as I stood in the parking lot. I threw my head back, a smile on my face, and started to walk.
I really wished I could see what the bulge looked like when I was walking normally and in public, rather than the obviously unnatural sample steps I had taken in my bedroom. I was confident that it wasn’t invisible, that’s for sure.
I had never been an unconfident guy, despite the obsessive worry that stalked me about my junk or lack thereof. When you looked like I did it wasn’t really possible to be a wallflower. But this morning was completely different. You’re probably familiar with the feeling, those of you who have big dicks or who know guys who do: an extra jolt of confidence, an additional piece of steel in the spine. For all my beauty and physical ability (not to mention my money and my success in school), I had always had a secret weakness like a hole in my armor. Invariably conscious of my penis as I was, all my strength and confidence had been in some ways an act intended to protect myself from the consequences of a tiny cock. That’s why, I realized, the prospect of the “team-building exercises” had been so terrible to me. It was pulling back a curtain I had been working to keep shut for years, and showing off the thing I was most ashamed of. I had made this same walk plenty of times before, dressed the same, carrying the same bags. I always walked aggressively, chest out, shoulders open, taking on the world. And I had always honestly felt that way in the past.
Now, though. Wow. As I walked I could feel my dick swinging in my left pant leg, slapping softly back against my balls occasionally with a noise that was audible to me in the before-school quiet. It felt good. I realized, with a touch of alarm, that it probably felt too good. The raw feeling my dick generated made even the fabric of my boxers rubbing back and forth over my dick a sexual caress. On top of that, I realized that my boxers, stretched by the size of my shaft, were slowly riding up on my left leg. Without pretty regular adjustment, they’d expose my head to the rougher cloth of my pants, both making the glans that much more apparent and providing even more intense sensations down there. These are good problems to have, I thought as I grinned widely and casually reached down to adjust myself as I had seen other guys do so often.
And as I walked, with this sleeping serpent in my pants swaying back and forth with every comfortable stride, the way my life had changed washed over me as I realized that I was walking with a confidence I had never felt before. An absolute, no exceptions confidence. I could feel it in my shoulders and in my back (and in my crotch, obviously), a completely different attitude towards the world as I walked through it.
But I was also fucking horny, and I already had blown two loads that day. I realized at the same time that the second problem with my new equipment, aside from the still-prominent (very prominent) problem of storage, was how to keep it under control. The day before I had rubbed out eight mind-blowing orgasms, and that seemed to be just enough to keep me under control. How often was I going to need to service myself at school? My guy seemed to be quiet now, but I had also already beaten off twice that morning, and I had yet to encounter another student.
I guess I’ll just have to take it in stride. It was obviously going to be impossible to hide any kind of boner at all, so if I couldn’t control my desire throughout the day I’d just have to make regular trips to the bathroom.
I had never done that before, having neither the need (with my old, weak libido) nor the ability (being unable to get more than two fingers around my dick, I had to lie down and hump to masturbate). But according to rumor it was a pretty common thing for guys to get off in the bathrooms when they needed to. Only one of my friends had had the nerve to do it so far (or at least had admitted to so doing), but I had heard some of the older Raiders talking about informal team meetings to jerk off in the stalls throughout the day. There were a few players in my math class, and several times throughout the year one of them had paused in their usual classroom pastimes of sending text messages, flirting with girls, and chatting with each other to exchange some smirks with the other guys on the team, pull a bottle of lubricant out of their bags, and saunter out the door after “asking” for permission to go to the bathroom. They’d usually return with a grin on their face and lounge into a chair with their legs spread, cracking quiet jokes with their buddies.
So I knew this outlet existed, and as I strode up the front pathway towards the big brick archway into school I decided I’d simply make use of it whenever I needed. After all, soon enough I’ll be a Raider and the whole school will be mine.
There was a hitch in my stride as I walked. That was the first time I had started to appreciate the larger implications of my Change. The only thing that had stood between me and the basketball team was my genital disaster. Now, unless I died or a bomb fell on the school, it was almost a certainty that I’d get to play on and off the court with those gods among men in a week’s time. And HELL this week might even be fun!
It was with that happy thought pounding in my mind that I saw a girl for the first time with my new equipment. And not just any girl. Catherine Anne Morris, a sophomore on the cheerleading squad, appeared coming up the crosswalk that led from the east side street to the front of the school. Catherine Anne, from a Southern family and in consequence insisting on both her names, was one of the hottest girls in school. She had subjected me to constant sexual assault over the past few weeks, from which I deduced that she must have put a lot of money in the cheerleaders’ pot over who would lay me first. Like most of the girls on the squad, she wore unusually short skirts which were not strictly inside school dress code and, after a long and terse series of conversations between her father and the principal, had condescended to start wearing sweaters over her exceptionally revealing blouses. From what my fellow male classmates and I had been able to determine from our frenzied examination, she never wore a bra, her small but perfectly formed breasts standing firm inside her thin clothes and often clearly showing her erect nipples through the fabric. She saw me at the same time I saw her. I’m not sure what she felt, but I felt a surge of lust like nothing I had ever known before. It felt like all the skin on my dick was tightening. DOWN, boy!
“Well good morning, Tommy Callahan. You look good enough to eat today,” she called to me as we drew closer. She walked like a slut and a duchess at the same time. Her tongue came slightly out of her full lips and touched the corner of her mouth. “Or maybe not to eat, I am on a diet for the season. Maybe just good enough to lick.”
By this time we were only steps from each other. I felt a surge of panic, and began to stammer some excuse as I always did, already ducking my head. Then I remembered. I have a foot-long cock. I looked back up at her and stopped walking, standing with a casual slump. “You know what, Catherine Anne? You have any demerits yet?”
She looked stunned at my response, but an eagerness quickly followed that into her eyes. It wasn’t just about winning money for this girl. “Why no, Tommy, you know what? Teachers just seem reluctant to write me up for anything I do that’s… bad. Why?” That accent was driving me wild. It had always driven me wild.
“Because I have this strange feeling,” I said, and as casually as if I had done it every day of my life I reached over and scratched my balls, just like all the guys did when they talked to girls. Her eyes flicked down as my hand moved and froze. I could imagine what she saw, the impossible shape in sharp relief for a moment as I moved it and then back to just it’s standard swell in my pants. I could imagine what she was thinking. Is that… Of course, I didn’t yet appreciate that her focused attention would kindle an eventually overwhelming arousal in her, but it was obvious that she had seen something and wasn’t ashamed to study it a little. A flush appeared on the cleavage visible through her low-cut sweater, the creamy swell of her tits slightly reddish now.
“What’s… uh… what feeling, Tommy?” It took her a minute to get this out.
Some part of my mind was baffled at this conversation. I had never talked to anyone like this in my life. But the words kept coming. “I have this feeling that I’m going to spend my free period at the far end of the Sports House, doing some exercises before tryouts tonight, and I might just need somebody to hold my clothes for me; I usually work out naked. And it seemed to me that if you didn’t mind being late for class, you could help me out.” Wow. I stilled a nervous tremble in my hands. That was ballsy. I also had to stifle a chuckle at the unintentional accuracy of that thought.
Catherine Anne was staring at me open-mouthed and round eyed. “Wha… are you…” I was suddenly nervous. I wasn’t a Raider yet. What if I had seriously fucked up?
Suddenly I realized that her stutter wasn’t from anger, it was from a lust so strong it might almost have been as powerful as the churning heat in my nuts at the same moment. “No need to answer, sweetie,” I said, cool as Iceland, hefting my bag across my pecs again. “If you can’t make it, I’m sure I’ll be able to… keep myself busy. Although it won’t be nearly as much fun alone.”
I turned and walked up the stairs, suddenly conscious both of the stream of kids who had been walking around us this whole time and of the stretching feeling in my crotch. I was probably about ten seconds from shifting from a semi to a full-on boner, and that would be disastrous. It was one thing for varsity players to swagger around with erections, as happened rarely, but for me it would be suicidal. I looked up at the big clock in the atrium and realized I was also about five seconds from being late. I sprinted up the hall to my homeroom, dodging through various social groups standing around the lockers, and dove into the room just before the bell rang. I slipped into my seat, wondering as I did what my half-hard cock had looked like as I had sprinted up the hall.
I gained a little bit of an idea when Hank opened the door and came in. The teacher snapped something at him about being late, and Hank responded vaguely, trying not to stare at me as he did. He walked past me towards his seat, several chairs behind me in my row, and paused as he passed my chair, leaning down.
“Saw you talking to Catherine Anne outside. Damn, she’s hot, huh? You got something going with her?” he whispered. I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were glued to my crotch. I resisted the temptation to see what my stuff looked like from this angle and muttered back, “Yeah, dude, I’m practically springing a boner already.”
He was already back up and on his way to his seat, but I could hear his soft chuckle. As I looked down, I could see why. My pants had slid up as I sat down, and I could feel that my boxers had ridden up some too, making my cock practically naked in how apparent it was through my pants. I smiled widely. Damn, this is a good problem to have. I had calmed down a little bit with the adrenaline of getting to class on time, but I could still feel a hunger in my crotch which I was just disinclined to ignore.
I let a few minutes go by with our teacher droning about the fundraising assembly in two weeks and then raised my hand to ask to go to the bathroom. He nodded without even looking at me. I squeezed myself to make sure I wasn’t embarrassingly hard and stood up, turning to walk to the back of the room as was customary so when I left I wouldn’t walk between any kid and the front of the room. As I did, I saw Hank lounging in his seat, and a wild idea struck me. He said I was getting a reputation for being standoffish, huh? Well…
As I passed him I tapped his shoulder with my left hand and muttered, “Meet me outside.” He shrugged my hand off in surprise, but I thought I saw a nod as I passed him. I slipped quietly out the door. He appeared about a minute later. “What’s up, dude?”
I grinned. “Well, I felt bad about turning you down on your team invitation on Friday…”
He interrupted. “Dude, you should have come, it was really chill. Kinda weird, but I figured we needed to get used to shit like that for this week. We…”
“Yeah, I’m sure it was, that’s why I felt bad about missing out on bonding like that. Cool guys? I don’t know many of the dudes that are left.”
Hank nodded, glancing back and forth for a hall monitor. “Yeah, dude, most of them were awesome. We all got into the groove pretty quick — well, most of us, but I figure they’ll sort that out tonight, right?”
“Yeah, I figure the same. Anyway, like you saw, I was talking to Catherine Anne, and I haven’t had time to take care of my own business in a while…” a little lie doesn’t hurt anybody “…and it was pretty uncomfortable sitting in class, so I thought I might go rub one out in the bathroom, and I wondered if maybe you’d want to come along? My first time into semi-team-territory, and I thought it would be good to have a wingman.”
Hank’s quizzical look vanished into surprise and eagerness. “Hell yeah, dude, I’ve wanted to blow one in there since school started, but I couldn’t get up the nerve. Do you think it’s cool, though? I don’t want anybody on the team to think we’re cocky.”
I smirked. “First of all, bro, I think they’re going to have to get used to us being cocky, if you know what I mean.” A surprised laugh broke out of Hank at the joke. “Also, the bathrooms don’t belong to the team. We probably won’t even run into any of the guys. And if we do… either they tell us to scram, or they think it’s cool we’re already getting into the swing of things. Anyway, we can’t be gone for too much longer, so let’s either do it or not. What ya think?
Hank looked indecisive for a moment, and then suddenly nodded. “Hell, I could empty out a shot or two anyway. Let’s go.”
We strolled up the hall, already sauntering a little like true Raiders. If I was confident I’d be on the team in five days, I was only slightly less positive about Hank, and as we walked he turned out to be a really funny and enjoyable guy. The bathroom was about three minutes away, and in that time we mostly talked about what we thought would happen that night in the first “team-building” exercises.
As I pushed open the door to the guys’ bathroom, Hank was saying, “I figure they have to do the cock measuring…” He fell silent, though, hearing voices echoing off the tiles inside. We stepped through the door, listening; from the sound, the guys were in the stalls.
“So there she was on her knees, right, and her face was… mm… in Maddy’s pussy, annnnd… uh… she was just chewing away, and moaning as she did, because I… was… shit… just slamming her, right…”
I recognized the voice as belonging to Simms McBridge, a junior on the team. I also recognized the other sounds. Based on my recent but very intense experience, that was the sound of a hand sliding over a slick cock. Several hands, actually. I looked at Hank and whispered, “Are they jerking off?”
Another voice cut in. “Simms, I think we might have company. Who’s out there?” This deep baritone had to be Fryer Thompson, a very large senior who intimidated the hell out of me. Hank looked at me and shrugged. “Uh, it’s Hank Cooper and Tommy Callahan, uh. We’re trying out for the team.
There were a couple laughs. The unmistakable sliding noise hadn’t stopped at all. “Frosh! Sweet. Come on around in here, boys.”
Hank and I walked around the wall that, much like the lockers, separated the bathroom from the hallway. There were eight stalls in this bathroom and a urinal trough. By the looks of it, four of the stalls were occupied. I looked at Hank. Unless I was completely wrong, those four stalls were concealing four Raiders leisurely stroking their dicks. “Uh, hey,” I said, awkwardly.
Simms spoke again. “Coach mentioned you guys to us. He said you’re both looking pretty solid from his end to make the final cut. You excited about that? Course, there’s some other ways you’ll have to prove yourself this week to make it, you know that.” The other guys laughed, and one of the other two said, “Hope you guys got a lot of energy, frosh.”
I stuttered a laugh, and Hank tried to join as well. He said, pretty boldly, I thought, “Yeah, we were actually thinking about working off a little tension right now to stay loose for tonight, if you know what I mean…” His voice trailed off. There was a long silence. Well, silence isn’t quite right. It was not impossible to ignore that these four guys were masturbating — apparently with a whole lot of lube — and at least one of them had noticeably sped up since we came in. I got frantically nervous. My dick felt as small as it had since I woke up the previous morning — not that that was particularly small.
Then Fryer spoke up again, his voice echoing, and it was a huge relief. “That’s the king of initiative I like to see. If there’s one thing you need going into this week, it’s a good buddy. And I don’t know a better way to hang out with your buddies than a little jerk off, right boys?” The other guys laughed, one hooted, and somebody started jerking really fast for a few seconds, fake moaning and grunting loudly, making the others laugh all the louder. “Hang on a second,” Fryer said.
“What’s… uh… what feeling, Tommy?” It took her a minute to get this out.
Some part of my mind was baffled at this conversation. I had never talked to anyone like this in my life. But the words kept coming. “I have this feeling that I’m going to spend my free period at the far end of the Sports House, doing some exercises before tryouts tonight, and I might just need somebody to hold my clothes for me; I usually work out naked. And it seemed to me that if you didn’t mind being late for class, you could help me out.” Wow. I stilled a nervous tremble in my hands. That was ballsy. I also had to stifle a chuckle at the unintentional accuracy of that thought.
Catherine Anne was staring at me open-mouthed and round eyed. “Wha… are you…” I was suddenly nervous. I wasn’t a Raider yet. What if I had seriously fucked up?
Suddenly I realized that her stutter wasn’t from anger, it was from a lust so strong it might almost have been as powerful as the churning heat in my nuts at the same moment. “No need to answer, sweetie,” I said, cool as Iceland, hefting my bag across my pecs again. “If you can’t make it, I’m sure I’ll be able to… keep myself busy. Although it won’t be nearly as much fun alone.”
I turned and walked up the stairs, suddenly conscious both of the stream of kids who had been walking around us this whole time and of the stretching feeling in my crotch. I was probably about ten seconds from shifting from a semi to a full-on boner, and that would be disastrous. It was one thing for varsity players to swagger around with erections, as happened rarely, but for me it would be suicidal. I looked up at the big clock in the atrium and realized I was also about five seconds from being late. I sprinted up the hall to my homeroom, dodging through various social groups standing around the lockers, and dove into the room just before the bell rang. I slipped into my seat, wondering as I did what my half-hard cock had looked like as I had sprinted up the hall.
I gained a little bit of an idea when Hank opened the door and came in. The teacher snapped something at him about being late, and Hank responded vaguely, trying not to stare at me as he did. He walked past me towards his seat, several chairs behind me in my row, and paused as he passed my chair, leaning down.
“Saw you talking to Catherine Anne outside. Damn, she’s hot, huh? You got something going with her?” he whispered. I glanced at him and saw that his eyes were glued to my crotch. I resisted the temptation to see what my stuff looked like from this angle and muttered back, “Yeah, dude, I’m practically springing a boner already.”
He was already back up and on his way to his seat, but I could hear his soft chuckle. As I looked down, I could see why. My pants had slid up as I sat down, and I could feel that my boxers had ridden up some too, making my cock practically naked in how apparent it was through my pants. I smiled widely. Damn, this is a good problem to have. I had calmed down a little bit with the adrenaline of getting to class on time, but I could still feel a hunger in my crotch which I was just disinclined to ignore.
I let a few minutes go by with our teacher droning about the fundraising assembly in two weeks and then raised my hand to ask to go to the bathroom. He nodded without even looking at me. I squeezed myself to make sure I wasn’t embarrassingly hard and stood up, turning to walk to the back of the room as was customary so when I left I wouldn’t walk between any kid and the front of the room. As I did, I saw Hank lounging in his seat, and a wild idea struck me. He said I was getting a reputation for being standoffish, huh? Well…
As I passed him I tapped his shoulder with my left hand and muttered, “Meet me outside.” He shrugged my hand off in surprise, but I thought I saw a nod as I passed him. I slipped quietly out the door. He appeared about a minute later. “What’s up, dude?”
I grinned. “Well, I felt bad about turning you down on your team invitation on Friday…”
He interrupted. “Dude, you should have come, it was really chill. Kinda weird, but I figured we needed to get used to shit like that for this week. We…”
“Yeah, I’m sure it was, that’s why I felt bad about missing out on bonding like that. Cool guys? I don’t know many of the dudes that are left.”
Hank nodded, glancing back and forth for a hall monitor. “Yeah, dude, most of them were awesome. We all got into the groove pretty quick — well, most of us, but I figure they’ll sort that out tonight, right?”
“Yeah, I figure the same. Anyway, like you saw, I was talking to Catherine Anne, and I haven’t had time to take care of my own business in a while…” a little lie doesn’t hurt anybody “…and it was pretty uncomfortable sitting in class, so I thought I might go rub one out in the bathroom, and I wondered if maybe you’d want to come along? My first time into semi-team-territory, and I thought it would be good to have a wingman.”
Hank’s quizzical look vanished into surprise and eagerness. “Hell yeah, dude, I’ve wanted to blow one in there since school started, but I couldn’t get up the nerve. Do you think it’s cool, though? I don’t want anybody on the team to think we’re cocky.”
I smirked. “First of all, bro, I think they’re going to have to get used to us being cocky, if you know what I mean.” A surprised laugh broke out of Hank at the joke. “Also, the bathrooms don’t belong to the team. We probably won’t even run into any of the guys. And if we do… either they tell us to scram, or they think it’s cool we’re already getting into the swing of things. Anyway, we can’t be gone for too much longer, so let’s either do it or not. What ya think?
Hank looked indecisive for a moment, and then suddenly nodded. “Hell, I could empty out a shot or two anyway. Let’s go.”
We strolled up the hall, already sauntering a little like true Raiders. If I was confident I’d be on the team in five days, I was only slightly less positive about Hank, and as we walked he turned out to be a really funny and enjoyable guy. The bathroom was about three minutes away, and in that time we mostly talked about what we thought would happen that night in the first “team-building” exercises.
As I pushed open the door to the guys’ bathroom, Hank was saying, “I figure they have to do the cock measuring…” He fell silent, though, hearing voices echoing off the tiles inside. We stepped through the door, listening; from the sound, the guys were in the stalls.
“So there she was on her knees, right, and her face was… mm… in Maddy’s pussy, annnnd… uh… she was just chewing away, and moaning as she did, because I… was… shit… just slamming her, right…”
I recognized the voice as belonging to Simms McBridge, a junior on the team. I also recognized the other sounds. Based on my recent but very intense experience, that was the sound of a hand sliding over a slick cock. Several hands, actually. I looked at Hank and whispered, “Are they jerking off?”
Another voice cut in. “Simms, I think we might have company. Who’s out there?” This deep baritone had to be Fryer Thompson, a very large senior who intimidated the hell out of me. Hank looked at me and shrugged. “Uh, it’s Hank Cooper and Tommy Callahan, uh. We’re trying out for the team.
There were a couple laughs. The unmistakable sliding noise hadn’t stopped at all. “Frosh! Sweet. Come on around in here, boys.”
Hank and I walked around the wall that, much like the lockers, separated the bathroom from the hallway. There were eight stalls in this bathroom and a urinal trough. By the looks of it, four of the stalls were occupied. I looked at Hank. Unless I was completely wrong, those four stalls were concealing four Raiders leisurely stroking their dicks. “Uh, hey,” I said, awkwardly.
Simms spoke again. “Coach mentioned you guys to us. He said you’re both looking pretty solid from his end to make the final cut. You excited about that? Course, there’s some other ways you’ll have to prove yourself this week to make it, you know that.” The other guys laughed, and one of the other two said, “Hope you guys got a lot of energy, frosh.”
I stuttered a laugh, and Hank tried to join as well. He said, pretty boldly, I thought, “Yeah, we were actually thinking about working off a little tension right now to stay loose for tonight, if you know what I mean…” His voice trailed off. There was a long silence. Well, silence isn’t quite right. It was not impossible to ignore that these four guys were masturbating — apparently with a whole lot of lube — and at least one of them had noticeably sped up since we came in. I got frantically nervous. My dick felt as small as it had since I woke up the previous morning — not that that was particularly small.
Then Fryer spoke up again, his voice echoing, and it was a huge relief. “That’s the king of initiative I like to see. If there’s one thing you need going into this week, it’s a good buddy. And I don’t know a better way to hang out with your buddies than a little jerk off, right boys?” The other guys laughed, one hooted, and somebody started jerking really fast for a few seconds, fake moaning and grunting loudly, making the others laugh all the louder. “Hang on a second,” Fryer said.
Then his door opened, and he stepped out. He was wearing a yellow Polo, and he was naked from the waist down. Fryer was about six-three and very built, and an extremely talented player. He was also, we discovered, massively hung. An erection that had to be about ten inches long bobbed in front of him, glistening with lube, pre-cum visibly pooling at the tip of his massive head. He was grinning very smugly. “Sorry to shock you, boys, but I bet I don’t shame you much, and you’ll see it soon enough anyway.” Hank and I both looked up a little ashamed from staring at his solid cock, which looked as thick around as a wrist. He was holding a bottle of KY. “Here, take a good dollop of this and go to town, fellas. First time with the team! That’s good luck, you know, blowing one before the week actually starts. I did, when I was a frosh, right in this bathroom here. Makes me all nostalgic.” I had had some weird experiences in the last few days, but nothing really matched hearing a senior with a throbbing penis discuss his memories as he was pouring personal lubricant into my hand and another guy’s hand. Still, I’m bigger. This thought was like somebody just slapped my back, and my cock, which had thickened up to a semi, began rapidly to fill.
Fryer grinned. “It looks like you’re both pretty ready, so grab a stall and grab your cocks.” I looked over at Hank quickly, and saw a very impressive bulge running down his jeans. Wow, he must be… Fryer had turned back to his stall, but he paused right when he got back to the door. “Actually, you know what, let’s make it a real party. This is your first bonding experience with your teammates, right? And what kind of a senior would I be if I didn’t welcome you the way I was welcomed? Let’s circle it up, fellas!”
This was greeted with some catcalling from the stalls, as the doors opened to reveal Simms and two sophomores I didn’t know, all of them naked from the waist down. Simms was surprisingly pale, though he probably had about eight inches on him, while the two sophomores had incredibly well-muscled legs and looked each to have about seven or seven and a half inches. None of them was as thick as Fryer. Simms looked over at the senior. “Circle or switchcircle, Fry?”
Fryer laughed. “I don’t want to freak these frosh out, boy, let’s just have a good friendly circle jerk. To spice it up we’ll race. First to blow his load gets a twenty from me, last to blow has to proposition Titsmoreson during class today. Sound good?” Hank and I were a little paralyzed. We both still had one hand full of slippery lube, with clear bulges in our pants, surrounded by four older guys with hard-ons who were clearly causally ready to jerk off in front of each other. This is not what I was expecting to happen this morning, I thought a little dizzily. In for a penny, though, I guess.
I looked over at Hank, who shrugged. “You know, dude, Raiders, right?”
The smaller sophomore, with about seven inches, laughed. “Look at that spirit, Fry! Raid on, Raiders!” Fryer nodded, looking at us, and grabbed his dick, squeezing the hard shaft. Damn, he is thick. And he looks really hard, too.
“You know, it’s usually polite to take your pants off when your in company like this, frosh. Put that lube to use. And we’ll get to see what the younger competition looks like. Pants off, now!”
I froze for a second, remembering dreams I had had of this very situation, my whole life betrayed by… and again I realized that my whole life was different than it had ever been before. I grinned. “Hank?”
Hank looked a little alarmed but game. “On three. One… two…”
Awkwardly, with my off hand, I undid my belt and my pants and unzipped them and grabbed their waist and my boxers at once. I could feel myself boning up. This is the first time anyone else will see my monster. I wonder what it’ll…
Hank said, “Three!” and he and I ripped our pants down around our ankles and stood up. I immediately looked at him, knowing that we were pretty far past squeamishness about that now. Hank was even more impressive than I had thought. I’d bet he had eleven inches sticking out of his crotch, and it was thicker than Fryer, even, though not as thick as me. His balls were smaller, too, but his thighs weren’t nearly as thick as mine, so he looked proportional. He…
I was pulled out of my study of my competition by the sound of Fryer saying slowly, “Holy… Fucking… Shit.” I looked over at him in surprise and saw that he was staring straight at my cock. In fact, everybody was staring straight at my cock. I flexed my hips a little so it stood out and looked down.
I almost swore myself. The damn thing had to be an inch bigger than yesterday! It was, in fact, now thirteen and a half inches long, and even thicker than before. My balls remained dangling down in their sack, the size of whole fruit, and the apparatus stood out from my body like a piece of steel.
By this time I couldn’t be surprised by another inch of cock, though, and I collected myself and looked up, slowly wrapping my lubed-up right hand around the head and shivering as I did. “Not bad, right, guys?”
Silence. I moved my right hand all the way down my shaft, my knees shaking and my ass twitching as I did, and backup. I did this very slowly to control myself, grinning like an asshole as I did, watching the other guys slowly drop their mouths as they took in the whole size of the thing.
Fryer was the first to collect himself. “Tommy, that’s the biggest fucking dick I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I glanced at Hank, and saw that he was already working his hand on his dick, looking at mine. He met my eyes for a second and said, “Tommy, dude. That’s unbelievable.”
I felt bad for him, sporting a monster like that, so I said, “Hey, Hank, you’ve got a giant steak there yourself. You must be, what, eleven?”
He looked a little relieved, and recovered a little cockiness when the guys transferred their attention to him, even if they looked back at my python a few seconds later. He said, “Eleven and a half, actually,” smiling again, and working his dick a little faster.
Simms shook his head, blinking. “I don’t believe it. These two… fuck it, should they even…”
Fryer rounded on him. This was, by the way, hilarious. All six of us were stroking our penises slower or faster by now, and Fryer and Simms were glaring at each other even as they pumped their cocks. Fryer’s ten inch pole dwarfed Simms’ eight, and Fryer reached down to squeeze his balls as if to emphasize their larger size, both of them masturbating and grunting softly even as Fryer said, “Shut it, Simms, you know… uh… Everybody does the week!”
Simms looked down, shamefaced, even as he slid his left forefinger onto the hotspot under the head and twitched. “Sorry, Frrrry.”
Fryer turned back, satisfied. “Tommy, Hank, you boys… you’re gonna be… hsss… you’ve got a good career. Now, I’ve had… uh… a boner for twenty minutes, and I’d like to cum. So, ready… uh. set… stroke it!”
I always have looked back fondly on this first experience with the Raiders. Hank, Fryer, and I all grabbed our dicks with both hands and started to piston. Simms couldn’t fit both hands on his shaft, although I saw him try to do it a couple times when he looked over at me, so he spent a lot of time pinching his nipple. The two sophomores, who looked like someone had just kicked them in the balls from the revelation of Hank and my sausage, barely had erections. The larger one (with seven and a half pathetic inches) actually didn’t. He was manfully jerking his noodle dick, but he was staring back and forth at me and Hank, and he obviously felt too emasculated to get it up. The other guy, with only seven, had his eyes closed, apparently refusing to pay attention to us at all, and had a passable boner, though it still looked pretty floppy to me.
Simms had lost some wind from his sails from me and Hank, too, so it was pretty much the three big dicks racing for that twenty note. Fryer and Hank and I were grunting and moaning softly as our hands pistoned on our shafts. I was tempted to bend over and swallow my head, but even in my lust-drunk state I figured I should keep that one under wraps until I got a sense of how other people felt about my new hobby. I did spend a lot of time twisting the skin of my head, though, and I was barely able to stay upright, fighting as I was to keep my roars under control.
We were building towards a crescendo when the door opened and a small freshman from my English class walked in carrying his backpack. He turned the corner and saw a sight that must have haunted him for years: six extremely muscular guys standing in a circle with no pants on, rapidly masturbating, loudly expressing their pleasure, the bathroom loud with the noise of their hands on their dicks, pumping away, and three of the dicks over ten inches long. Fryer looked up, both his hands working in opposite twisting patterns as they moved in opposite directions to meet in the middle (Have to try that out later, that looks great) and grunted, “Raiders business, needledick!” That’s a harsh insult for any high school guy, but coming from a man with a ten inch erection throbbing on the verge of orgasm, it’s gotta sting much worse. The kid vanished.
Fryer moaned. “Holy shit, I think I might win my own…”
Suddenly I hit my peak. “Watch out, Fryer, I…” But I couldn’t talk any more, and my ass clenched forward as my dick swelled to it’s full size. The eye of my head opened and spat a shot of semen. I desperately forced my eyes open from the orgasmic convulsion, pleasure thundering through my body, and watched in horror as the rope flew four… six… seven feet, heading straight for Fryer, whose eyes were closed as his own balls rose up in a tight scrotum and his own dick expanded… I tried to say something…
Fryer roared, his hands blurring on his dick, and fell to his knees as his huge dick fountained out semen on the floor for feet in front of him, and as my first rope flew over his head instead of splashing on his cock, splattering on the wall against him. The relief made the next spasm all the more fantastic. Though it was still risky, this next one just splattered down in Fryer’s own puddle.
I kept my hands working, squeezing it out, and suddenly Hank moaned, “Oh, fuck yeah, yeah, here it, here it…” And then he was spurting like a cannon too. Fortunately he was aimed between Simms and the larger sophomore, because he had as much distance on that shot as I had, and he squirted the wall twice, even. I was impressed.
Fryer laughed, and sighed, and gave a little hoot as a post-orgasmic shudder hit him. “Well, that was great. And Tommy, I think I owe you a twenty.” I grinned. “I think you do, Fry.”
Fryer looked sternly over at the other three. This was almost as hilarious as before, seeing this huge guy on his knees, still limp from his orgasm, still fondling his dropping dick, reprimanding three other guys still working away at their dicks. “And don’t think I’ll forget about you. Simon, that dick is an embarrassment to the Raiders. You’re still not even hard. Do you want to have Titsmoreson mock you in class?”
I hadn’t ever felt so happy. I looked at my hand and grabbed a paper towel from the counter, waddling in my trousers around my ankles, and threw the roll to hank. I said, “Uh, Fryer?”
All five of them looked over at me, and then down at my dick. It was fading back to soft pretty rapidly, that was for sure, but it was still unbelievable. “Hank I need to get back to homeroom.”
Fryer seemed not to hear me, staring at my dick which still must have been about nine inches as it softened, and then shook his head. “Yeah, you guys split, I’ll watch these fuckers. Or not-fuckers, based on this performance. Jesus, Tommy, that dick is unbelievable. You’re like a fucking horse on two legs. And Hank, Christ. I don’t know what the cheerleaders are gonna do with you two. Christ Almighty. We’re gonna have to change a lot of shit around.
There are a lot of nice things that can happen to you at the start of a bad week. Having one of the coolest guys in your high school tell you that your dick is the start of a new era is one of them.
Hank and I pulled up our pants and split for the door. Fryer yelled, “Hey, see you guys tonight, right?” We yelled back affirmatives as we left. Conscious of how late we were, we were sprinting for homeroom when Hank skidded to a stop. I stopped slightly in front of him and looked back. “Come on, dude, we’re gonna get…”
Hank looked so happy I thought he would burst. “Hang on, Tommy. Is it just me or was that the coolest thing you’ve ever done?”
I paused and reflected. “You know what? I think you’re right, Hank. And I think that you and I might end up being pretty awesome friends.”
He grinned wider. “Me too. Horse.”
And just like that, I had my nickname.
“I think I might surpass it for cool when I meet Catherine Anne for fourth period, though.” I said.
He looked like I had slapped him. “Catherine Anne? Dude, don’t do this to me, I don’ t have time to beat it again!”
We laughed and I slapped his back as we turned and sauntered in true Raider style towards homeroom.
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