Content note -- unrealistic proportions, excessive (really) cum.
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"Bye Jason! Take care of yourself!" Mum calls to me as she tugs her suitcase down to the car.
"You too! Have a great time!" I'm standing in the doorway, head ducked to see out and watch my parents leave. It's Friday afternoon and they're heading out for the weekend, going to some spa resort or something like that. My sister is also gone on a school trip, so I have the whole house to myself for the next few days. This has never happened, ever!
I would like to say I'm gonna throw some wild party, but I really don't have that kind of social circle. Or any social circle, really. I'm in my final year of high school, but I only have one real friend. I feel like I don't fit in with people, because I'm a freak. I'm 6'11" tall, and I always feel very self-conscious of my size. I try to stand back and away from things, sit at the corners or at least edges of classrooms and so on. It's kind of always been this way. My mum says I "hit a growth spurt the day after I was born and never stopped." I've always been way bigger than everyone my age, I grew taller than my parents when I was ten!
A couple years ago I tried going to the gym and fell in love with it, I'm there for a couple hours every single day now. The progression of lifting is fantastic, and I do some of every class they offer. I particularly enjoy the yoga and balance/hold sessions. My body has responded, like, a lot, which I can't deny is good for my self-esteem and confidence, but it does mean I'm even larger than before. I have to turn sideways to walk through most doors. Breaking chairs at school became a pretty regular occurrence until I learned the right way to sit on them. Not a great feeling to have everyone laugh at you as you fall to the ground.
I just got back from the gym in time to help them pack, so I head inside and go for the shower. Stripping naked, I contemplate my form in the mirror. Gym really has worked wonders -- I have a strong chest, distinct abdominal development, thick biceps and forearms, and muscular thighs. Dangling between my hips, though, is the truly freakish part of me -- my package. When totally soft, my uncircumcised penis hangs just over a foot towards the ground. It almost reaches my knees, so thick that I can just barely touch my fingers together as I grip it. Behind it, my sack hangs almost as low, weighed down and stretched by the mass of my balls. Each is the size of my two fists held together. This is what gets me teased by every guy in the locker room. Only a couple of them are actually mean about it, calling me a mutant or a freak, but everyone does it a bit. And everyone laughs at their jokes.
I get into the shower, setting it to steaming hot. The shower head is roughly at my nipple level, I have to bend down and lean around to clean my head and shoulders.
I basically never talk to girls either. They're all so hot, and I get hard so easily. I would hate to gross them out and be a creep, my massive cock bulging the front of my pants as I talk to them. And asking someone out? What could we even do? The thing is way too thick to fit even a little bit in, well, anywhere. Instead I just fantasise, jerking my ginormous penis while I think about kissing a girl, holding hands with her.
My only real friend is Emma. We've been neighbours since forever, though we've kind of drifted apart in high school since I've become obsessed with gym and she's, you know, made actual friends like a normal person. I haven't seen much of her lately, but she's still the one girl I can actually talk to comfortably. Thinking of girls and erections pulls my focus to my penis, feeling the hot water running over inch after inch before splashing to the ground. It starts swelling a bit, thickening and reaching further to the floor. I don't want to jerk off right now so I switch the water to full cold, shivering under the stream for a minute before getting out and drying.
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After relieving myself and drying off, I pull on just a pair of XXL sweatpants. I'll do some more balance and flexibility work in the living room, so it's good be unrestricted by clothing. I'm trying to push towards one-arm handstands now, but it's... well, very very difficult. I'm barely progressing on it at all. While warming up, I look up from a pose and jerk in shock, losing my balance. Emma is watching through the window! How long has she been there? We make eye contact and she grins, beckoning with one arm and walking up to the front of the house. I hurry around to open the door. "Hey, Emma! What's up?"
"Well, I know you have the house to yourself right now-"
"Wait, what? How did you know that?"
She twirls a lock of hair as she looks up at me. "Well, you know, my parents were chatting with yours and so on. What were you doing?"
"I was just warming up, gonna do some balance work."
"Ah cool!" She looks me up and down, grinning. "Wow, you have really been hitting the gym recently. You're huge! Nice abs."
I blush and rub the back of my neck. "Uh... thank you?" I trail off, awkward.
"So... can I come in? Or are you locking me out?" she giggles.
"Oh! Sorry, of course, of course, please, come in." As she walks past me I look her over. Emma is tall for a woman, a little shorter than a foot under my own height. She's very slender, with little in the way of curves, but a pretty face and lovely brown hair reaching halfway down her back. She's wearing a nice black dress that shows off her shoulders and chest a bit. It also looks like she has some makeup on? That's weird, why would she? Maybe I'm wrong, I don't really know much about it.
She steps into the hall and turns back to me. "So... can I watch you work out?"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to bore you!"
"Come on, do you think I would have asked if I thought it would be boring?" she teases me, smirking.
"Okay, that's fair, I guess-"
"I just want to see what you can do with that body! I mean, how much do you weigh anyway?"
I laugh and try to tease her. "Isn't that kind of rude? You wouldn't tell me-"
"I weigh fifty-eight kilograms."
"Oh. Okay. I'm just a bit over one-hundred twenty."
"Oh, wow..." she looks me over again, head to toe. "Yeah, I guess I can see it, but I wouldn't have guessed you literally weigh more than two of me."
I blush more, walking into the lounge room to avoid the attention for a moment. "I guess gym's really working for me." Emma follows me in, sitting on the couch and looking at me expectantly.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Well, today I was planning to work on my handstand pushups."
"Wow, that sounds... crazy. How close are you to doing one?"
I chuckle. "No, I can do them. I just want to get really good at them, get more stable."
"Okay, this I have gotta see! Go on."
I grin and turn away from her, kicking up into a handstand. Once I have my balance I start slowly grinding out reps, touching my chin to the floor before returning to full extension. My pace is very controlled and careful, trying to build up my stability and endurance. After about half a dozen of these I hear her cough, then again more pointedly when I keep working. I look up at her, seeing she's flushed a deep red and averting her eyes. "What's up?"
She gestures vaguely at my legs, still turning her gaze away, and I look up. My penis has flopped forwards, pressing against the front of my sweatpants to make an extremely prominent bulge. It's a heavy enough imprint that you can literally see the rim of my glans. I collapse to the ground in surprise, blushing profusely as I rearrange myself and get up. "Oh, I'm so sorry Emma, uh, I'll just go and uh change out of these-"
"No!" I stop still, looking back at her. She seems as surprised as me that she blurted that out. "No, wait, I don't want to come barging into your home, interrupt you, and make you change! Keep doing your thing. We're all adults here, right?"
