In this world you get tall people, average people, and short people. In this wide range of people I fit into the third group, although I am hoping that a late growth spurt will push me up into the second group. At eighteen it's just a little embarrassing to be five foot six. I suppose that if I stay that height I'll adjust and accept it but at my current age it's irritating.
I am quite athletic but have never made it into any of the teams. When coaches are looking for people to pick for team sports their eyes never drop low enough to even see me. I also didn't have much joy in single person sports for the simple reason that, while I'm good, a good big person will tend to beat a good small person. Unfair, but that's the way it goes.
I'm good at acrobatics but I'm also a rather solid man. To really star in acrobatics you need to be the slender willowy type. I was stung again, I suppose, being too large when I needed to be slender. The one area where I did do really well was in martial arts as skill counts for a lot with size not having anything near the impact as in other sports.
Being a perpetually broke teenager I worked odd jobs. One of these jobs occurred when I was lucky enough to get hired as a jack-of-all-trades to help the school janitor. I could change light globes, adjust clocks, change washers on taps, oil hinges, etcetera. Little things that could be time consuming for the janitor that tended to get put off, which also tended to annoy students and staff. I'd attend to these things after school, helping the school and earning a little cash.
One Thursday I checked to see what work I had in store and was handed a bag full of boxes. Looking at one box it stated that it was a rose for a shower. Not just any rose but a fancy water saving rose -- quite expensive by my understanding.
"Since when had the school lashed out on this sort of stuff?" I asked. "Admittedly they're a good idea if you're into water saving and all that, but I wouldn't have thought the school would fork out for them."
"You would've been right," agreed the Janitor, "but the Government, in its infinite wisdom, has decreed that everyone had to use this type of rose from now on and are giving them away. They asked how many showers we had, I told them, and they gave me the requisite roses, plus a few spare. You, you lucky lad, now have the job of going around and fitting them."
"No worries," I said, and I meant it. I mean, it's just a case of unscrew the old rose, wipe the thread clean, wrap on a bit of plumber's tape to prevent leakage, and screw on the new rose. Turn on the tap to make sure that it works without leaking and on to the next shower. A five minute job per shower.
I seemed to have quite a few roses and so I asked the Janitor where all the showers were.
"The female teacher's bathroom, ditto the male teachers. The female change room, ditto the male change room. I think you'll find that's fourteen showers."
I came down to earth with a crashing thud. Female teachers, no problems. I'd just have one of them check the bathroom, put out my maintenance board and do the job. Male teacher's bathroom and male change room, no problem. Just waltz in and set to work. Female change room, big problem.
I started with the teachers bathrooms and had no problems. Roses changed and working. On to the male change room and changed the roses for the showers, again with no problems. Even though it only took five minutes or so to change each rose the time added up. By the time I finished the male change room about an hour had passed.
The chance of finding stray students in the school an hour after school had finished for the day tended to be slim to none. Ditto where teachers are concerned. I knocked loudly on the female change room door and got no answer. I kicked loudly on the door and still got no answer. I opened the door and yelled.
"Maintenance coming in. Anyone home?"
No answer so I used my 'maintenance in progress' sign to prop the door open and headed in. Seeing no signs of life I headed for the showers and set to work. Twenty minutes later I was finishing off the last shower when high pitched voices caught my attention.
"Maintenance here," I yelled out, and the voices stopped. I had just enough time to test the last shower when three girls appeared, giving me a 'do we see a slug' look. The three of them, being of the same age as me, were in the same year as me and they knew me.
"What are you doing here, you little turd?" came the demand.
"And good evening to you Becky. If you ask one of your friends I'm sure they would have read out the sign I put at the door," I said helpfully. "I've been putting in new shower heads so you can enjoy a more refreshing showering experience, assuming that you do shower."
"I bet, you pervert. How do we know you weren't putting cameras in them?"
"You don't, I admitted, but they are sealed units with not much room for extras. Also I suspect that any camera in a shower head would lose its electronics pretty quickly, what with all that water."
"Hmph. You were probably hanging around hoping to see us get changed."
"Give me a break. School finished over an hour ago and there were no scheduled practices for today. I should hang around for an hour on the off chance that you might come in late and get changed? Although," I added, running my eye over the three of them, "I'll bet it would have been worth it."
"You are a sleazy little man," Becky snapped.
She had a point with the little. All three girls were my equal in height, dammit.
"Go easy with the little," I complained. "I'm big enough where it counts."
"Like I said, sleazy," repeated Becky looking very irate and flicking a glance at my groin. For some reason I had a knack of pissing her off.
"I'm talking about my brains," I told her. "You've seen my test scores, haven't you? What were you thinking I meant?"
I received another filthy look and then Becky turned and said something to her friends. Lou and Shelley laughed and moved past Becky to stand either side of me. They then both grabbed an arm and held on like grim death. Seeing they were clutching my arms to their generous breasts I saw no reason to complain or to try to free myself.
"Let's see how small you really are," sniggered Becky, already undoing my trousers.
So some girls wanted to admire my tackle. Why should I worry? I was an innocent party in all this. Up to this point, anyway.
The speed at which Becky undid my trousers and pulled them and my briefs down suggested to me that she'd done this sort of thing before. She nodded to the girls and they pulled my shirt and singlet up, ensuring I was properly exposed.
"Oh, how cute," cooed Becky. "Look, the poor little thing is trying to stand up."
I had no objection to getting an erection. I knew what I had and I wasn't ashamed of it. Possibly a little embarrassed, but with reason.
The three of them were regarding me, watching as my cock went into semi-tumescence, and started swelling into a full erection.
"What the hell," gasped Shelley.
"That's not right, is it?" was Lou's contribution.
"Fuck!" was all that a rather stunned Becky could say.
For some reason I was rather well endowed where genitals were concerned. While not noticeable while flaccid once I had an erection I had around nine inches standing proudly forth, with quite a bit of meat on the bone(r).
