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Subject: story: "Growing Up Big" Part 3b
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Growing Up Big
Part 3b
Mark and I got my dad's permission to set up a gym in the
spare room of the basement. It had been carpeted, but just
painted white and left by the builder. It had last been my
slot car room and then my Lego room. We started with a
single bar set and a bench. When my dad saw that we were
serious and hadn't lost interest in the fad, he bought me a
good bench with leg and arm extensions and extra free
weights for my birthday.
That was the summer going into seventh grade. Other than
when one of us had team practice or something, Mark and I
worked out together three afternoons each week for the next
three years until I moved. Besides working with Mark I
worked my chest and arms each day. Mark was never a
serious bodybuilder because it came so easy for him. I
worked as hard as I could trying to look like him, while he
tried to get his dick like mine. At the time we both
thought it was grossly unfair. In the end I could pump
pretty heavy weight and was just starting to get some
muscle definition. He would jerk the weights around like
they were toys and then stand up looking like a Mr. Olympia
contestant. Just to piss me off he would flex all the
poses that showed his definition. Just to piss him off I
would get even by just standing there and slowly getting
hard. On most days we would end up working on each other's
dicks.
Seventh and eighth grades were notably uneventful in my
sexual growing up. Brenda and I stayed together. When she
actually got to high school she found some really good
friends who ignored her reputation and saw her brain and
humor. The sophmores and juniors she now dated
occasionally would double with the two of us when she was
going out with me. My mom objected to the high school
parties. It was about this time that my dad came down one
night to talk to be about the "birds and the bees." (Yes,
he actually said that. Parents do.) He stumbled and
stammered and finally said "I wish your brother were still
home to help me with this." I laughed. "What's funny?"
my dad snapped at me.
"Dad," I said in my slow, aren't you a dumb parent voice,
"I've known about that stuff for years. Danny taught me
about most of that stuff in fourth and fifth grade. And
besides, I've been sexually active for at least two years."
My dad look dumbfounded.
"But what about safety, you know, getting a girl preganat
and AIDS."
"Here." I got up, grabbed my gym bag, and tossed it to my
dad. "Look inside. All fresh latex. All lubricated, all
with spermicide. And I never have sex with someone I don't
already know well."
"Oh, uhh ..." my dad hesitated, "does Danny get this stuff
for you?"
"Papa, Danny's at college," I shook my head in disbelief, "
any girl or guy can pick whatever condoms they want from
the display in Osco. Even the clerks don't laugh unless
you buy a whole box of each kind at a time." To my
knowledge my father has not been inside any store except a
tool store in my entire lifetime.
I told my dad (without all the gorry details) about having
a big cock since fourth grade. Somehow after the last two
years it was not hard to talk about. Because my dad is
such a cool (but often oblivious) person, he listened and
didn't interrupt. "How do you think I ended up going
steady with a girl who only dated high school guys before
she met me?" I asked. (When I called Danny later that
night we both laughed like crazy. It seems he had a very
similar talk from dad when he was a sophmore. He told dad
almost the same thing about he was OK, and it was two years
too late anyway. Obviously my parents had decided to get
ahead of things this time, but missed again.)
"Well, OK," said my dad finally, "but what am I supposed to
tell your mother?"
"Tell her that I am happy, safe, school did a fantastic job
in fifth grade sex ed (the teacher really did). Tell her I
promise not to get Brenda or anybody else pregnant. Tell
her I won't smoke and drink at any high school parties, and
I'll come home if there are any drugs at all." Well, that
worked. Except for some mild drinking later I have always
kept my part of the bargain. My mom even took me to
Brenda's that Friday where the other couple picked us up.
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