## Archive-name: growing-up-big

From: an206682@anon.penet.fi

Subject: Growing Up Big - (1/2) (b/bb mast)

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Growing Up Big

I started writing this about a year ago. I was bugged about my life and being different from other guys. I was surfing the internet and found two posts that helped me feel good about myself. One was short, called "An Acquaintance" and the other was "Life With a Huge Cock." I traded e-mail for a while with both the posters, but they were both older guys and tour letters just kinda faded away. My teachers all say I am a great writer. I'm not sure about that, but I do love to write. I decided I could tell my story too, because there must be other guys out there feeling the way I do.

Chapter 1

When I was a little kid I didn't know I was different than anybody else.
I didn't know about sex and didnt really care. Some days I think it would be nice to be that way again.
I started learning about sex when I was 9 1/2. I was in fourth grade. My brother Dan was 16 and a sophmore. We shared a bedroom from as long as I could remember until he went to college. One night I was coming out of the bathroom from a shower. When I went to close the door my towel dropped. Dan was at his desk studying. He looked up. Suddenly he said, "Woah, Dave, come here a minute."
"Just a minute, let me get my pj's,"
"NO, right now!" he yelled.
As I walked over he went and sat on his bed. When I got there he took the ends of my towel and pulled them open to the sides so I was facing him. He looked down, smiled, and said "Just as I thought, you are getting big."
"Come on, I'm tiny compared to you," I said. I felt really embarrassed.
I had never seen any of my friends naked. Although I had never seen my brother jack off and didnt even know what it really was at the time, I had seen him naked a lot. A lot of times in the morning I had seen him really hard. He was huge.
My brother had hair on his dick for as long as I could remember, and to me he seemed at least ten times bigger than I was. I had asked him almost a year before in third grade why he was so big and had hair and I didn't. He told me not to worry, that it would happen to me about when I got to middle school.
"I think its time you learned what that thing is really for." As he said this, Dan reached down with one hand and cupped my balls with his fingers so my dick was resting out on his wrist. I remember how it felt tingly. I looked down and my dick was starting to get hard and slide out to his wrist.
Danny took his other hand and licked his fingers. Then he started rubbing my dick between his thumb and finger. It got even harder, and my muscles were getting hard all over. I remember blurting out "Stop, Ive got to piss."
Danny just laughed and said "No, just wait, it just feels like you gotta piss." All of a sudden I felt this surge inside. My ass muscles and my stomach muscles both jerked into knots. I saw my dick jerk up. I closed my eyes and this wave came over me and then I just started to relax all over, totally out of breath. I was panting. I can close my eyes and remember this like it was yesterday.
Danny smiled up at me. "Thats what we call jacking-off. Adults call it masterbation. You didn't shoot anything yet, but soon you will."
"What do you mean shoot? " I asked.
"Its what sex is all about. Cum shoots out of your dick. Its thick and its white. There is sperm in the cum which makes babies."
"Do you cum?" I asked my brother.
"Oh, yeah, every guy does when he's old enough," he answered.
"Let me see," I asked. My brother looked funny and didn't say anything for what seemed like a couple of minutes. Then he kinda shrugged.
"Well, OK," my brother answered, "but you can't tell mom or even any of your friends that we do this."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because people think its queer when two guys do it," my brother replied.
"Wait until your friends ask you first. See what they know. See what they show you. Then you can decide how much to tell them or show them." I thought this was cool. My brother wasnt ever mean to me or anything, but until then he hadn't paid a lot of attention to me. Now we had a secret to share between us.
My brother unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. He had tight shorts and they were bulgy in the front. When he pulled his shorts down his dick kinda popped out. It was as big as I had ever seen it. It looked ten times longer and fatter than mine. I tried to do exactly what he did. I reached under to cup his balls in my hand and squeeze them like he did to me. His balls were big and filled my hand. His dick slid halfway up my arm.
"With a big cock you need your whole hand," my brother said, "Spit in your other hand and then grab on like youre riding a bike." I did what my brother asked, grabbed his dick, and started sliding up and down. Each time I could feel his dick getting harder underneath. Finally it felt like steel under the sliding skin. My brother was groaning and breathing real fast and jerky.
I could see his muscles were all tense.
Through gritted teeth he kind of spit out "Now squeeze tighter and start going a lot faster." I could feel with my one hand that my brothers balls were squeezing up to his dick. I felt him jerk and white stuff shot out his dick and splattered on my chest. By reflex I let go of my brother's dick.
He grabbed it himself and kept pumping. Four different globs shot out and splattered on me. I remember thinking it was like wet gooy silly string.
My brother looked at me. His face was red and he was sweating all over.
He smiled and said, "Thats how to cum. Adults call it orgasm or climax.
Lets both take a shower and hit the rack, Sport."
That was the first of what became an almost daily ritual. My brother and I went to the shower and rubbed each other all over as we washed. We didn't ever play much in the shower, just rub. I remember how big and hard all his muscles were compared to mine and set my goal to be just like him some day.
When the shower was over we dried each other off. I put on my pjs, crawled into bed, and fell right to sleep.

Chapter 2

After that first time Dan and I continued jacking each other off almost every night for most of a year. I would take a shower, say good night to my parents, then crawl into bed and try to stay awake until Dan had finished his homework. After he had said good night and we knew our parents wouldnt be knocking on the door, we would have our fun, always ending with a shower together. With two showers most nights I was really clean then. About the fourth or fifth night we were together Dan started inventing rules. He told me when it felt like I was going to cum, I should squeeze his shoulders.
When I did that the first time, he stopped stroking my dick. I reached down and started to stroke it myself, but he grabbed my hand away. "No," he said, "from now on, you are going to learn control from the very beginning."
"What do you mean," I asked.
"Every time you think you are going to climax, if it is you or me jacking, you stop and walk around until you have control again. We are going to see how long you last." Even taking breaks every minute or so, the best I could do then was five minutes. Dan could usually last for a half an hour. It hurt to stop in the middle. It was almost like teasing. I asked why we had to do it that way. "Because girls take longer to get off and have an orgasm," my brother said, "They like it when a guy can last longer. What I learned about the hard way you are going to know on your first date."
One night shortly after the first one we measured ourselves during these "breaks." Dan had a tape measure in his desk and when I squeezed him and said I'd had enough, he went and got it. I was 4 1/2" long and about 3" around. When it was Dan's turn I measured him at 7 1/4" long and 5 1/2" around. I was really upset and said "Its no fair, Im not even half as big as you are."
Dan laughed. "Youre probably twice as long and twice as thick as I was at your age. Just wait a couple of years."
I don't remember all the details in between. Just that I know now that Dan was teaching me everything he knew about pleasing another person - boy or girl. Some nights he would massage my chest with his hands and suck on my nipples. He told me girls were the same way, only their breasts were bigger, softer, but the nipples could get hard as rock. We rarely got together on Friday or Saturday nights, and sometimes one or two nights during the week.
My brother was going out on dates most times, and I would often sleep -over with my two best friends.
Some time during fifth grade I had a sexual growth spurt. We hadn't measured for a while in the summer, but after school started one night I was 6 1/2" long and 4" around. I didnt have hair yet, but I had begun to shoot thin wattery cum that August. That was in 1989 - the time of TIGHT blue jeans. With most of my pants, as I grew the outline of my cock and balls showed as a pretty clear bulge.
Our school had class camping for fifth graders for a week and I bunked in a cabin with my best friends Mark and Billy. Mark was the best athlete in school, a natural, and at the time a lot stronger than me. He was a bit of a show-off in everything and the best joke maker in our class. When Mark came back from the shower he was standing in the middle of our cabin with his towel. Billy and I were on our beds. Mark dropped his towel and said "Hey, look at my boner." Both Billy and I looked up. Mark really looked good, because he really had a great body. His muscles were already more defined than mine. It was the first time I had seen anybody my own age naked. His dick looked about 2 1/2 - 3" long and maybe 1/2" thick. His balls were really small and tight up to the bottom of his dick.
Mark started posing like a bodybuilder and smiling. "Try to match this, you two." Billy shrugged and said no way, but Mark wouldn't stop. "Come on, you guys, nobody else is around. See if you can get a hard on too. Or are you afraid or something?" I pulled my shirt off and got up with him. I wasnt as well built as Mark, but Ive always had a big chest and arms. I expanded my chest as much as I could and stood next to Mark. "OK, so your chest is bigger. Can you get a hard on?" I just smiled and looked over at Billy.
Billy had taken off all his clothes. His dick was sticking straight out and looked just like Mark's. On Billy's smaller body his dick looked bigger, but when he stood next to Mark they were almost exactly the same. Billy saw that and said "Look, I'm as big as you are, Mark."
"Oh, yeah, well we haven't seen from Mr Chest here. Whats the matter David?" I remembered what my brother had told me almost a whole year earlier about letting my friends start first. I looked from one to the other. They were both watching me, laughing and pointing. Mark said "Look, Billy, he's bulging just thinking about it." That one finally got me because I was purposely staying soft. It was my normal tight blue jean bulge. So I started to unbutton my jeans and slide them down. Billy was getting soft, but Mark had grabbed his dick and was squeezing it with one hand.
I climbed out of my jeans and stood in my shorts. I looked up and asked "Are you sure you want me to do this?" They both grinned, nodded, and said yeah, so I slid my shorts down and stood there. Hanging there soft I was easily 3" long and at least 3/4 " across. My balls hung down just about as far as the head of my dick. Mark dropped his hands to his sides. His eyes were huge just staring at me. Billy just bellowed "Jesus Christ David, you are as big as the two of us put together." Mark continued to just stare.
Finally he looked up at me.
"Can it make a boner?" he asked with a shakey voice.
"Sure," I said, "lets all jack off and you can see it." Mark just continued to stare at my dick and didn't move. Finally he looked up at me again.
"Can I touch it?"
"Soft or hard?" I asked back.
"Both." I nodded yes and grabbed Mark's hand. I pulled it down and let it rest on top of my dick. Mark squeezed a bit and kinda lifted it up and bounced it feeling how heavy it all was. Billy was watching all this and had gotten hard again. But he just stood there, so I took one hand and cupped his dick and balls just like Dan had done for me. Then I took my thumb and finger and gently started stroking him. I told him that he and Mark could both jack off that way with their fingers. I started to stroke mine slowly so that it would take a few minutes before I got fully hard.
Billy only lasted about two minutes. He started to jerk and moan and let go of his dick, saying "I gotta piss." I grabbed his dick and told him to stand still. After five or six strokes his muscles all tensed, he moaned, and I knew he had his first orgasm. He didn't have any cum, and sat flat down on the floor muttering "holy shit."
Mark had stopped to watch what I had done with Billy. Now he was stroking his dick again and looking over at me. "When those funny feelings start in my stomach do I just keep going? Ive always stopped there before."
"Yeah," I answered. "Just go all the way." In about two or three more minutes Mark also had his first orgasm. He was dry too.
"God, that was great," Mark said, "Ive never felt anything like it."
"Oh, it gets better," I said. "Just watch and see." I started stroking harder and began to bring myself up to full size. I was really turned on watching my two best friends. I wish Id had a ruler because I bet that was the first time I reached 7 inches.
Mark and Billy were glued to watching me. Billy asked "How long can you do that for?"
"Oh, probably a half an hour more at least. But I won't tonight. I'll cum in just a couple of minutes."
"Remember you said I could feel it hard," Mark said. I stroked a couple more times, stopped, and pointed down. I was sticking out just above straight with the ground.
"Go ahead," I said. Mark reached over and put two fingers on my head and pushed gently. "Grab it and squeeze," I said, "Grab it like a bike handle and squeeze hard." Mark grabbed and squeezed. He started to squeeze harder and I realized this was going to be another test of strength. Even though it started to hurt a bit I wasn't going to let him win this one. "Use both hands," I dared him. Mark grabbed with both hands but didnt squeeze any more. Instead he slowly stroked me moving the skin up and down my dick.
"Its like a steel bar inside," he said, "do you want to feel it, Billy?"
Billy followed Mark's lead and jacked me with both hands. Finally I pushed them both away and began to stroke faster.
"Back off so you don't get sprayed," I said. With three more strokes I jerked and started to cum. I shot three good spurts into the air. They fell on the floor about three feet away. "Thats what you both will be able to do when you get a little bigger. Now lets go to bed." Niether Billy nor Mark said anything more about it either that night or the next day.
I don't know if Billy or Mark ever told anybody else. They both say they didn't. It may just have been me getting bigger and outgrowing my clothes, but the very next afternoon when I was climbing a tree some kid from another class pointed up to me and said to his friends, "Look at that kid with the lump between his legs." The other guys did look and laughed and giggled.
When we got home from camp I was still upset. I told my mom that none of my jeans fit any more. Even my favorite pair that I had just got as a present. I asked her to take me to the mall and I wanted to buy new clothes.
She must have known I was upset about something, because she said she would pay halves. I bought all baggy pleated pants. They were in style, but up to then I always wore jeans. My brother had been wearing boxer shorts all year, so I decided to buy a bunch of those too. No more bulging jockeys.
Fifth grade went pretty good after that. I had a girlfriend and we kissed a lot, but I didn't put the sex part with the girlfriend part yet. Mark, Billy and I had sleep-overs at one house or another every couple of weeks.
We fooled around and circle-jerked most times, but I noticed after a while that Mark never made his challenges to me any more. He was still a show-off, he still challenged everybody else, but never me - even in things like leg wrestling that he could win easily. Two or three onter kids came in and out of our group that year. Each one was in at least one of our sleep-over play times, but none of them stayed with us.
My brother and I still played with each other, but it was getting less and less times per week. We had graduated to sucking each other off and sometimes 69, but mostly it was one of us at a time making love to the other one. After the first guy climaxed then it was the other one's turn. My brother had the same steady girl for almost six months, and I didn't think he wanted me as much as he used to.
School taught us sex ed in May. The teacher was my regular science teacher who was normally pretty cool and much less uptight about the class and questions than my homeroom teacher or my parents. When kids kept pushing the questions more toward dirty, he didn't blush and always answered. He gave us the street names for all the parts and then the scientific names.
Most of what he taught us was exactly what my brother had told me and what I had told my friends. My status went up again until the day Mark decided to disrupt class again. With about two minutes left one day he went up to Mr.

"Is it true that the more you jerk off the bigger your penus will get?" he asked.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an206682@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 14 Jul 1995 02:49:43 UTC Subject: Growing Up Big - (2/?) (bb / bg)

Growing Up Big by David

Part 2

"No," said Mr. T-----, "that's one of those old tales. There is nothing at all wrong with masterbation. It doesnt hurt you, and most kids do it at some time."
"But I don't do it and I'm tiny," said Mark, "David does it all the time and he's this big (he held his hands 8-10" apart). He can make it go half way down his pants leg."
Most of the kids were leaving class but a couple of girls were standing there listening. Billy was there as well as Tim who had been at one sleep-over. I was getting real embarrassed. Mr. T----- looked over at me and I shrugged my shoulders and said "I'm not this big or anything!" I had held my hands over a foot apart and laughed when I said it trying to make a joke.
Mr. T----- said "well, almost everybody is about the same size until puberty."
Billy replied instantly, "Not David. David is bigger than anybody." I just shrugged and left, but after I got home I really told both of those guys on the phone. Besides Mark and Billy didn't know two things had happened in the last month or so. I had another growth spurt and had started to get hair. Soft brown hair around the top of my penus (we were being encouraged to use the correct terms) and about three strands of hair under each arm.

Chapter 3

Sixth grade was a big change in my life. Most of my friends were in different homerooms and I was with kids from all around four different towns.
Because it was middle school we had gym every day with suits, jocks, and showers. My first problem was my genitals size compared to my waist size. A boy's large didn't have a big enough cup. A men's small was too big around the waist. Finally I cut the waist band on the men's and sewed it up in the back. It didn't look too bad.
Taking showers and getting dressed after were the worst part of my life for almost a month. The only friend in my gym class was Mark, and he never said much or got near me when we were naked. It was a double class of 60 guys and he kept to the other side. Other guys mostly had heard rumors about me. Some pointed and giggled. Some made jokes. I three weeks I had heard every name one could give to a guy with a big cock - pony boy, horse cock, donkey dick, king kong. Guys kept asking to see it hard which I wouldn't do.
I just took my shower, kept my mad to myself, got dressed and went to my next class.
My brother was a Senior, staying out much later, and had little time for me. My friends were in other classes. I really felt like a freak.
Ex-friend Mark was the only guy I knew and he wouldnt come near me during gym. I felt like there was nobody in the world like me and I couldnt change things. And then one day after gym it got really bad. Everybody in the shower was teasing me about not being able to get hard. Some of them were handling themselves and a lot of them had little erections. One wise-ass I didnt really know laughed and said "My brother's a Sophmore. He says some guys can't get hard at all, that they can never get it on. Must be this guy." He pointed. Everybody laughed. From across the shower room there was a shout, almost a scream.
"Leave him alone. Its his dick. Just because he is man size and you guys are all puny is no reason to tease him." It was Mark, his face red in one of his best bulging muscle poses, ready to take anybody on. Everybody else got quiet, but the asshole who started it all wouldn't quit. He pointed to me.
"My brother says this guy probably doesn't get any bigger when he is hard than he is now - IF he can get hard at all."
Mark was over the edge. He just looked at the guy and laughed, "David would beat your brother in anything. Length, thickness, staying power, cumming. Anything."
The asshole gave his final challenge. "My brother fucked Brenda -----," he said, "let your show-off buddy try to fuck her and then she can decide for us. I double dare you."
There was dead silence. Everybody in town knew Brenda -----. She was an eighth grader who looked like a Junior. She wore tight clothes and had like 36 D tits. We heard she had been dating high school guys since seventh grade. The rumors were that she only wanted huge tough guys.
I looked up. No one was talking or taking a shower now. Every face was looking at me. I looked at Mark. He was smiling like I hadn't seen him smile in a year. Something in his smile said we were friends again. I looked at the asshole. He was glaring at me. I was scared shitless.
"I'll do it," I said, "If you and your stupid brother can set it up, I'll do it."

When I got home I looked for my brother. I asked my mom, but she said he was at an away tournament and wouldn't be home until way late. I went crazy doing my homework, not being able to think. I wrote my brother a note and left it on his desk asking him to wake me up when he got home. I fell asleep and the next thing I knew someone was shaking me. I looked up and saw my brother. I blurted the whole story out to him.
Dan told me to get up as he undressed. When he got down to his shorts, he slipped them off and started to jack himself. I started to pull off my pjs, but he told me to stop. "Go get the tape measure," my brother said, "then make me hard." I got the tape measure from his desk. We hadn't had it out in more than six months. I stroked my brother and it took only a couple of minutes to get him hard as a rock. "Now measure, " he said. I measured him at 7 3/4 " long and 5 1/2" around. I started in again on him, but he told me no. "Lets start you now," he said.
I slid my pants down and my brother gently lifted my dick out. I was already semi-hard. I concentrated on getting hard fast and my dick surged with each stroke he made. In record time I was hard. Dan took the tape measure and showed me as he laid it down. 8" long and 5 1/2" around. "Thats why we didn't do it together anymore. I knew that you passed me up." My brother continued, " I know the guy Brenda has been going out with. He's a pretty big junior, but in the shower he's not as big as you. Maybe he has fucked five or six times total. You've been working on sex every other night for almost two years. Thats over 300 times."
"But I've never done it with a girl," I replied, "I don't know what to do."
"Sure you do. Everything I practiced on you and had you practice on me is what you do. Remember that girls like it long and slow. Then relax and go do it. Most of what Brenda s had so far is slam-bang first-timers. You will be something completely different."

Chapter 4

The next day I actually looked forward to gym class. Mark saw me and said hi. When we were in the shower with an audience, the asshole came up to me and said, "Her house, 5:00 Thursday. Don't be late." Mark came over and put his arm around me. I looked at him close for the first time in months. He was still the perfect athlete with the perfect body. I looked down and realized that he had started his puberty. He had some hair, and was sporting about a 5" semi-hard erection. I looked up and my eyes met his. There was a twinkle in his.
"Maybe we can work on that thing some time soon," I suggested.
"Are you going to be OK?" he asked seriously.
"Yeah, I'm OK now," I said. "First I'm going to see Brenda, and then IF I survive it maybe you can come over Friday night and we can re-live it."
"Its a deal," said Mark.

Thursday afternoon came quickly. I was in a daze all day. I found myself walking to Brenda' house from school. She lived in town in a really expensive neighborhood. I had heard that her parents were never around, that they had some business where they traveled a lot, and she lived mostly with a maid and cook. I spotted the house, but wandered around a bit until I walked up and rang the bell at exactly 2 minutes to five. The maid opened the door.
She looked me up and down and kinda sneered. "Im David," I said, "and Im here to see Brenda."
"How old you," she asked in broken English.
"Im eleven, why?" I responded. She just shook her head and pointed.
"Up stairs, across balcony, second door, knock." and she vanished. I followed the route, looking down at a beautiful living room, knocked at the door.
"Come in," the voice sounded friendly.
"Im David," I said timidly.
"I know," she said, "Come in and close the door." She was lying on her bed with a sweater and pants on. No shoes, sipping on a coke. I walked over close to the bed and just stood there.
"Do you know why Im here," I didn't really know where to start.
"Yeah, Ricky told me about you." Then she said something like "So show me what you got, little man," and started to pull off her sweater. Her huge breasts were bulging in a half lace bra. I started to unbutton my shirt, but she leaned over and stopped me. "Let me do that for you" and she finished and pulled off my shirt. I leaned closer and gave her my best French kiss.
I kept the kiss going and rubbed her back with one hand and her ass trhough the pants with the other. I felt her body shake just a bit and released.
"Wow," she looked at me, "was that beginner's luck, or did you know what you were doing." I didnt answer. Instead I smiled, took a deep breath, and tried my best kiss again. This time I used both hands on her back and unhooked her bra. I broke the kiss and started kissing down her neck, her tits, and finally one nipple. I sucked one nipple while rolling and pinching the other. Danny had made me practice so many times sucking and chewing with my lips and not my teeth. We would practice on each other and get our nipples hard. It took longer and there was much more to lick and suck, but I was in heaven. I tried everything I knew because I wanted to prove I was as good as anybody else.
Brenda kinda wiggled out of her pants as I worked my way down. I sucked her and licked her for a long time. She had been biting my neck for a long time. I knew what a hickey was, but never had one before. Brenda was moaning and begging for 69 before I even got my pants off. I was concentrating on staying soft so she sould suck me hard. So when I got up and unbuttoned my pants, she saw me soft first. She started to shake. Her voice was almost a whine as she said "God, its awesome." She leaned over and sucked my head in and kept sucking. She sucked me all the way in and started tickling me with her tongue. I started to grow in surges.
I leaned over on top of Brenda and stuck my head down between her legs. I opened her slit with my fingers. I rubbed my thumb on her clit as I stuck my tounge in her slit as far as I could. I could hear her moan each time I moved my tongue. Her slit was wet with juice and I sucked real hard. Then I sucked on her clit and tickled it with my tongue. Meanwhile I was still getting hard and she had backed off to sucking just the head of my cock and playing with my balls. I rolled off her.
"Let me fuck your beautiful big tits," I said as I kneeled on top of her.
I slid my cock between her huge tits and pushed them in tight with my hands.
On each stroke my cock slid up her chin and over her mouth. It was a great feeling fucking and getting licked at the same time. The whole time Brenda had one hand down playing with her clit. After about ten minutes of the tit fucking she arched her back up, shuddered, and let out a yell. I realized that this was the first time I had made a girl have an orgasm.
Brenda started whispering "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I got up from the tit fucking and reached into my pants pocket for a rubber.
"Help me put this on," I said. Brenda sat up and rolled the r I could finish this faster, but there are probably five or six more chapters to finish before we get to now.)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an206682@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 17 Jul 1995 02:09:09 UTC Subject: Growing Up Big - Part 3a (1/2) (bb / bg)

Growing Up Big - Part 3a (1/2) (bb / bg ) by David

This is the third part of my story roughly getting me through sixth and seventh grade. This part was supposed to get me to high school, but it only gets to the start of eighth grade because I got crazy with details. I actually called both Mark and Brenda this week to go over details of what we did back then. There probably will be two more parts instead of one to get to now (the present day).

Chapter 5

The big event had happened. My first girl. I told my brother all about it that night. That night seemed to change something between us. We still played around once in a while (and still do when he comes back home) but it became less and less. He wasn't my teacher any more, but we were sort of equals when we talked about sex. I told him what I did and he told me what he did - kind of like sharing notes. Even when he went away to college we called each other and talked a lot. Now we e-mail each other. Even though he is almost seven years older, by brother now is one of my best friends.
I remember crashing without even looking at my books and sleeping like a rock until my brother woke me up Friday morning. As I showered I started to get scared thinking about what school would be like that day. I hadn't done my homework (OK, but it was and still is a big thing to me.) I wondered what Brenda would be like. Would she pretend she didn't even know me? Would she tell her friends or worse yet, my enemies the asshole and his friends? Would guys in gym tease me and ask me questions? Did other kids in my homeroom know? I started to get sick.
My brother whispered to me as he was leaving for school. "Don't worry, Kong, you're just having afterthoughts." At first I thought I thought he was making some dumb Donkey Kong joke.
"Thanks alot," I groaned, "just what I need is you teasing me." But when I looked up he just smiled.
"No tease," he said, "just wait and see. King Kong, not Donkey Kong."
He messed-up my hair and left. I went through breakfast on remote control.
As I sat in the car while my mom drove me to school, I had a huge knot in my stomach. When I got out of the car I kept looking both ways, thinking everyone was watching me. I almost crawled down the hall to the sixth grade homeroom wing.
That Friday in school turned out to be one of the funnest days in my life! Brenda *was* waiting at my room to give me a kiss before school. She said in a loud voice, "Pick me up at my locker at 2:40," and turned to walk away, leaving no doubt who had invited whom. I will never forget she had on one of her usual tight sweaters (beige) and a tight stonewashed jean skirt.
She swayed her butt away torward the eighth grade wing with a walk that said - wouldn't you other guys like to try and fuck me! I remember I was blushing but I didn't care. I just kinda walked around in a daze smiling all day. I don't even remember eating lunch, but I must have.
By the time gym class came word must have gotten around the whole school. Nobody said nothing. *Nothing*. Not hi. Not how was it. Mark came over to my gym locker and said "Hi, Dave, we still on for tonight?" I popped out of my daze and realized it was the first time anybody but a teacher had spoken to me since Brenda before school.
"Sure, mom says we can have pizza and rent some videos," I answered. My old house had the greatest TV room in the basement with a 45" rearview TV.
When one of us had friends over on a non-school night, we could stay down there with sleeping bags and be pretty much left alone. My parents would stay up in their den. "I'm gonna walk Brenda home from school, but you can come to my house anytime after six." By the time we were ready for our showers, the shower room had cleared to one end. Three showers that worked the best were all on one wall. No one was near them. Everybody was bunched up at the other end, so Mark and I took them. In fact, we took them for the next three years. It became a silent reward. Still nobody said anything to either of us.
The asshole who started all this (I refuse to use his name or even make one up, he was and is simply "the asshole.") was an overweight bully. Kids told me that nobody in his grade school ever talked back to him, he was a dirty fighter, and had pulled a knife on a kid. I looked to see what I was in for. He had evidently skipped school that day. I later found out that as word got around school he had gotten 'sick' before gym and went home at the end of fifth period. I never had trouble from him or his brother again, even when I started going to high school parties and ran into his brother.
Brenda was waiting for me at her locker after school. There weren't a lot of kids in the halls, but a few. She said "Well ???" I looked dumb.
She said, "Give me a deep kiss." I gave her a good but quick French kiss.
She held out her books. I took them. She put her hand around my waist and said lets go. She was leaving no doubt in the minds of people left in the hall. As we walked to her house she asked me if I would stay for a while. I told her about making the sleep-over plans with Mark. She laughed. I asked her why. "Well, we both have our old lives to go back to. I have a date with Mike tonight that I didn't break yet. (Mike was her HS guy). And now you have one of your sixth grade buddies. Is it OK with you if I go out with Mike this one more time?"
I was shocked. Brenda was asking me if she could go out with an older guy. "I guess its up to you," I stammered, "Is it OK that I have Mark sleep-over? Do we need to decide for each other?" I had really never had anything more than a hold-hands relationship with any girl before. I didn't know there were rules for those parts.
"Lets do this," Brenda said. "Lets both do what we planned for tonight.
Lets think about what we want for after and talk about it Sunday night. OK, Will you call me Sunday night?"
"Sure."
"Meanwhile, when you gotta be home tonight?"
"About 5:30, Mark's coming at 6:00." We had reached Brenda's street.
"Good," said Brenda, "that gives us more than two hours. My parents still aren't back. We can duplicate what we did last night, or see if that was just an accident." She giggled and squeezed my dick. (Actually Brenda
makes jokes and laughs a lot. She always was a lot smarter and more subtle than her 'easy' reputation.) I must have looked devastated because she quickly said "Joke."
"Huh?" I still wasn't too clued in.
She kissed me. "Its my sense of humor, big guy," she said, "I would never tease about how you perform if you weren't the best I know."
"Oh," I said, but I still didn't get it (and she teased me along for a couple of months, explaining each time she did it.) We went right to her room and repeated almost everything we did the night before. It was the second time of what became our normal date routine - maybe a half-hour of playing with each other, some gentle fucking to her next climax, and always ending with exausting hard, deep fucking. I thought I was in heaven as I kind of wandered my way home.

Chapter 6

When I got home I was shocked back to reality again. My mom was standing in the kitchen all dressed-up. Mark was sitting at the kitchen table eating a piece of cake. "Where have you been," my mom started in on me, "Mark has been here for fifteen minutes waiting for you. I just gave him a snack to tide him over." My mom is always like that - a stickler for times. Two minutes late to her is a disaster! She's good in business, so I guess that is important. Mark was grinning at me behind her back. She kept at it, "It is so good to see Mark over here after so long, and the first thing you do is forget about him. And us."
"Mom, I walked a girl home from school (true), and we just sat around outside her house talking (lie) and I forgot about the time. I ran home when I realized I would be late." It was the best I could do considering the shape I was in.
"Well, you do look a little exhausted," my mom went on, "Your dad and I decided we would go out tonight since it was Mark coming over and you wouldn't be alone. There is money on the counter to order pizza." I had grabbed a glass of milk and a plate and was sitting down next to Mark.
"So what really happened, " he whispered. I glared at him, hoping my mom hadn't heard him, but she was busy messing in her purse.
"We did it again," I quickly whispered back, "tell you later. Mom," I raised my voice, "can we walk uptown and charge some videos before we order dinner?"
"Only two, and nothing more than PG-13," she replied. My mom already knew that at least one of the clerks, a friend of my brother Danny, would let me charge R movies to her account. Since I didn't know she could get a print-out of all her rentals, I had been burned bad enough over the summer so I wasn't going to try that again anyway.
"Thanks, mom, we'll camp down in the TV room and sleep in tomorrow."
"OK, dear, the phone numbers are on the board." My mother is cool, but she would not go anywhere without leaving her complete itinerary. Now days she has a car phone, a purse phone, and a message beeper.
At last Mark and I were alone. He started in on me right away, too, "So tell me what happened yesterday. And at school. And this afternoon. And ..."
"Hold it," I said, "lets go get some videos first. I want to think what I want to tell you and how much I tell you before I do." I started heading for the door
"Why?" asked Mark.
"I don't know. I just do." I kept walking fast toward the street with Mark following. "Its like I'm not sure how to talk about it yet."
"Not sure? Not sure? You open your mouth and words come out, dipshit."
"Dipshit! Look who's calling who a dipshit, fuck face."
"Listen, Mr. Gargantua, the whole school - probably the whole town - is talking about you, and you don't know what to say. Get real"
"OK, tiny boy," I teased, "I will tell you, but not until we are back home and I've got some pizza in me to restore my strength." I really was beginning to enjoy this. This was the first time Mark and I had bantered like this in almost a year. It was another unspoken sign that we were friends again.
We ordered our pizza. Spread out our sleeping bags on the couch cushons and put in the first video in while waiting. After the pizza came and we ate I shut off the video. I don't remember what it was, just that it was stupid. I started to get undressed. "What are you doing?" Mark asked, "its early yet."
"I know," I said, "but I'm tired. Besides, if I'm going to tell you about sex I'm probably going to get hard and want to jack off." I dropped my pants and was down to my boxers which is usually what I slept in. Mark shrugged and started to undress himself. As he pulled his T shirt up I had a strange twinge in my stomach. I really loved the way his muscles always rippled, even when he was relaxed, and wished even more that mine could look like his. When he dropped his jeans I was surprised. Mark had always worn jockey shorts. "When did you start wearing boxers?"
"Tonight. I saw that you wear them. I got these to wear tonight for you. So now tell me about Brenda."
"No," I said making up my mind about something, "first you have to tell me why you've treated me like shit for a year. Its great you stuck up for me in gym. Its great you're my friend again, but what if you dump me tomorrow."
"Don't you know?" Mark looked at me in disbelief.
"Duh, no, thats why I'm asking, dipshit."
"Remember that night at outdoor ed last year when you let me hold your dick and you jacked me off?" Mark was looking very serious.
"Sure," I answered, still not getting it. Mark looked relieved.
"Sometimes I thought that night was just a dream. Billy refuses to talk about it at all. Like it didn't happen for him. I've dreamed about holding your dick almost every night since then. When I made those cracks in sex ed it was because I was jelous and wanted to embarrass you. When you never got mad at me, I just gave up and didn't talk to you. When I saw those guys teasing you in the shower I just couldn't stand it any more." This had all burst out in a single stream. Mark actually had tears in his eyes. Then he shrugged and hung his head down like he was totally spent.
"Marco," I reached over to him.
"I'm sorry. I'll get dressed and call my mom to pick me up." I laughed loud.
"You will do no such thing," I shouted, "You will shut up and listen for a minute. Every time I see you with your shirt off I get excited. I've been wishing all year that I could have muscles that looked half as good as yours.
Everybody gets to see your body, you know, and only a few people get to see my dick."
"Come on," Mark perked up a little, "even your muscles have gotten bigger than mine this year. Everybody knows that, too."
"Maybe I'm bigger," I said, "but I don't look like you. I've got fat everywhere. When you just sit there you look like you're flexing." And then I just leaned over, grabbed the back of his head, and gave Mark the same kind of French kiss I gave Brenda. When I let up Mark just looked stunned. I was grinning hugely and pointed down to his boxers. His dick was sticking straight out the flap. "Looks like at least part of you liked it," I joked.
Mark's hands had dropped to his sides and he just stood there waiting for whatever came next. I slid his boxers down and reached under for his balls just like I had done the year before, and just like my brother had always done for me. "It looks like you've really grown in a year," I said. Mark really had grown had was about 5", not real thick, but hard as a rock. His balls had doubled in size. He had some soft light hair above his dick.
Without waiting, I bent down and sucked him in all the way to his hair.
I could feel his whole body shiver. I slowly stroked and sucked as hard as I could. Up until then I had only done that a couple of times to my brother, but loved it when he did it to me. I tried to duplicate everything I could remember. I remember how quick Mark had come off when I jacked him. I thought sucking the first time would bring him off quick. It seemed as if I was sucking forever. After almost ten minutes I felt his balls tighten up and his body shudder. He tensed up, jerked, and I could feel his cum shoot past my lips and tongue into my throat. He actually had a lot for his size.
It was the only cum I had tasted other than my own and my brother's. It tasted sweeter.
"Holy shit, Dave-o, that beats everything. It sure beats what you did last year, and it sure beats my hand." Now Mark was the one with the shit-eating grin from ear to ear. "Did Brenda teach you that?"
"No, Danny did, but Brenda does it just as well or better. There's also lots of other things she does, too."
"Now let me jack you off," said Mark, "I don't know if I can suck like you do, but I"ll try."
"No," I said, "first you have to do something for me."
"What's that?"
"Pose," I said. "Just stand in the middle of the room and flex your muscles as many ways as you know how." Mark kind of strutted over to a low coffee table and jumped up on it. His dick now hung down semi-soft and beautiful. First he tightened his stomach to show me groves. Then both his biceps. Then he put his hands behind his head, juttout his chest and sucked in his stomach. He held this pose while turning his back to me. Then he flexed his biceps again. I had never seen him flex from the back. His back was just ribbons and ropes of muscle. Slowly he slid his right leg out and down, bending over with hhis hands now folded over his left knee. He was so stretched-out his dick and balls were touching the table. Although he wasn't any professional bodybuilder, it was obvious that he had watched them and practiced. His show had really turned me on. I had slid my boxers down and let myself get semi-hard. I started to clap and cheer. "Beautiful! Mr. Muscle Stud."
Mark turned around and stared at me. "Jesus, David," you look even bigger than I remember."
"I am, " I answered. "I grew maybe two inches since you last saw me hard. Now its all here for you." Mark came over and sat below me on his knees. He grabbed my cock with both hands and slowly squeezed toward him.
Then he went back to the base and squeezed out again. Each time I got a little bigger and harder. Mark reached out with his tongue and took a tiny lick, just touching my slit. My cock jerked and it startled him. "Opps, sorry," I said, "but I wasn't expecting that and it felt really good. If you want to try, you can probably suck my head in. Then you can slide you tongue along the bottom. That's probably as far as you want to go. Then you can jack me at the same time."
Mark was a quick learner and did everything I asked him to. While he jacked and sucked me, I told him all the details of what Brenda and I had done that afternoon and the day before. I told him how to alternate between two-handed jacking and using one hand while fingering my balls with the other. Most of the time I brushed my hands through his hair and rubbed his back. Every once in a while I would slid my hands up and squeeze his biceps.
Finally something hit me, and I looked down at him. "By the way, dipshit, you really do this well for somebody who's never jacked-off before."
Mark stopped and popped his mouth of my cock. He laughed. "I lied," he said. "that was part of my getting even with you at school. I've jacked-off almost every night since camp. I have three pictures of you that I look at when I do. One thing Mr. T----- was right about, though. Jacking every day didn't make me as big as you." With that he sucked me in and kept going.
"No," I laughed, "but it didn't shrink you either. Besides I notice that not only were you hard as a rock, but you lasted twice as long as last year." Mark lifted his mouth off again.
"Oh, I can last lots longer than that," he said, "Its just that I was so excited having you do it to me. When I do myself I do it exactly the way you told me last year. Get almost to blast off, then get up, walk around, relax and start again. Next time I'll be better and show you how long I can last."
He kept stroking through this and went back to his sucking. After a while I had told Mark all there was about Brenda and I was fully erect and hard. I asked him if he wanted me to cum in his mouth. He nodded up and down.
"There usually is a lot the first spurt," I said, "you don't have to swallow it if you don't want to, but I don't want you to gag. Speed up a bit and give me a dozen or so strokes. Then squeeze my balls when I start to cum. Then just keep stroking." Mark did this and I let loose. I could see him swallow, but he didn't flinch and kept pumping. Considering I had been fucking that afternoon, I had a pretty big load and three seperate spasms.
After the second some cum started to dribble from Mark's lips. He let loose of his grip and we both just laid down on the sleeping bags and rested.
Mark and I played off and on for the rest of the night. We measured our dicks and measured our muscles. I remember that my bicep then was 12 1/2".
Even though Mark was right and his was smaller (by only 1/2" though), when he flexed his arm all of his muscle peaked up into a ball like the bodybuilders - mine was just kind of a blob. On his thinner athletic frame it was an incredible turn-on for me. We put on the second movie and actually watched it twice. I won't forget that one. It was called Iron Eagle, and we both decided we wanted to grow up just like Jason Gedrick, the teenager who played the main part. I think it was this night that I started getting really obsessed with my own body.

Chapter 7

I called Brenda that Sunday. First she told me that she did it with Mike on Friday night, but I was better. She said he was almost as big, but he just rubbed her tits for a couple of minutes, fucked for ten or so, and then shot his load. She said she wanted him that one more time to be sure.
She asked if I wanted to go steady. I really didn't know what that meant at the time. Going steady to me meant tradinig rings or bracelets or something.
Going steady to Brenda meant a lot more - regular dates, regular sex. I also had Mark back now. I told her about how we were best friends, but it took me over a year to tell her that we still had sex with each other.
We didn't resolve anything in that first phone call. We called each other every night that week, and I went to her house again the following Thursday. Things calmed down quickly at school for me. I didn't know then that it was a lot rougher for her. She wanted me, but she didn't want to loose her fast-lane connections at the high school. I wanted her, but I just was feeling happy again about being eleven and not being teased, and I didn't want to give that up either. To me now that two year difference seems so insignificant. At the time it meant we were worlds apart.
What we ended up with was that we could both go out with other people if we wanted, but not the same ones. No other steadies. And we had to see each other at least once each week. Since Mark was a buddy and not a date, that was never a problem for Brenda.
My parents were excited when they found out that I had a steady girl, but got upset when they found out she was an eighth grader. My mom kept telling my dad that I was much happer now that Mark was around. She said she was worried about me having an older girlfriend. That was the first time I realized that she didn't want me to grow up. At least not fast. Danny came to my rescue. He said I should invite Brenda over for dinner. I thought he was crazy. He told me to wait and see. He also told me to talk to Brenda and tell her how my parents felt.
Brenda came to dinner two weeks later. She was great and so were my parents. Being home alone a lot made Brenda act very mature when she wanted to, yet very shy in some ways. She really likes my parents, and started to hang around a lot. I don't think my mom ever liked us dating. I heard her and my dad arguing about it one time. But they didn't stop us, and actually drove me to a couple of parties that year.
I had other dates for the next year, but they really never got beyond the kissing part. Some girls evidently heard about me and wanted to see what a date with me was like. Most of them had no more idea about sex than most sixth graders, so kissing and dancing was the extent of a date. I had read enough to know that they weren't ready for any real sexual experience, and didn't try anything.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an206682@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 17 Jul 1995 02:09:05 UTC Subject: Growing Up Big - Part 3b (2/2) (bb / bg)

Growing Up Big - Part 3b (2/2) (bb / bg ) by David

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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