O where do I start. My name is Rick and I grew up in a small Midwest American town. Life was great till senior year of high school I suppose. I was just one of the guys. There was not a ton of pressure to hook up with girls until then. My problem, well I did not even know it was a problem. I almost made it to college before my little issue emerged. Thanks to a new presidential mandate, my high school was going to start taking health and fitness serious. We were going to have to really participate in gym class. This at first I thought was a good thing that was until my gym class was moved to the middle of the afternoon. This meant a shower after gym class was needed before returning to class.
At first I thought this was not a big deal. We had to run the mile. When we were finished we were supposed to shower and change for classes. The first day of new gym class came quickly and we all changed to our gym clothes and went outside to run the mile. I was not an athlete, so of course I was not in the group that finished first. I was done with the 2nd group of guys and headed for the locker room. That is when I first notice my problem. A few of the guys were heading out of the showers already as we came in. I am not a fag, or pecker checker, a group of us walked in as a group was coming out of the shower. That is when I saw two guys in my class, naked. They were huge. Well not like over all, just their penis. Like 2 times the size of mine. They were like 6-maybe seven inches. I was only about 2 inches when soft and 4 inches when hard. I measured one day when I was bored and alone. I looked away really fast and tried to ignore it. The other guys were stripping to hop in the shower, when curiosity got the better of me. I had to look. So, I bent down to tie my shoe and realized that all of the guys heading for the shower were hung much bigger than me.
What the fuck was the only thing I could think of, these guys were not hard and they were so much bigger than me. I mean bigger than me even when I was hard. I grew up in a strict religious home. We had no internet since my parents did not want me exposed to porn. I did not have the buffet of porn to watch that all the other guys seemed to. Here I was now terrified to take my cloths of thinking everyone would make fun of me for being so tiny. I was starting to sweat worse than when I was running the mile. Panic was starting to take over and I was breathing really hard. Just then I heard noise coming from outside the locker room. I used this as my chance to walk out.
Big John, the fattest kid in our class was sitting on the ground a few feet from the locker room. The mile run really took it out of him. He was breathing really heavy and his face was all red. I called for our physical education teacher Mr. Clark. He rushed over. He asked me to help him get John to the school nurse. We both helped John up as some of the guys starting leaving the locker room to head back to class. They offered to help but Mr. Clark told them it would be bad enough that I would be late for class and John was not going to class. He wanted them to go. I help coach walk John to the nurse. John had an arm thrown around both our necks and shoulders. John was so hot and sweaty I could feel my neck getting wet from his sweat and my own from the effort of helping move him. We got him there and the nurse took over.
Coach told me to head back to the locker room and get ready for class. PANIC hit me again. I had no choice I was sweaty from the run, sweaty from helping John, and had John's sweat on me. As I walked back the gym I was thinking which would be worse, being the stinky kid if I skipped the shower or being known as the tiny dick guy? When I got to the locker room my dread was still creeping up. Then, finally a break. Everyone was done and gone. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the showers. I dodged the bullet. The remainder of the day, and the drive home I could not think of anything else but tomorrow's gym class. How the hell was I going to avoid the guys seeing me naked? I got a ride home every day with my friend Neil. I was quiet the whole ride home, and finally Neil spoke was we got to my house.
"I heard Big John had an asthma attack," said Neil.
"O is that what happened?" I asked.
"Yep, he is not allowed to take gym for the rest of the year."
There is was my out. I needed to fake having asthma to get out of gym class. Hell it was senior year. If I got out class now I would not have to worry about it ever again. A plan was born right then and there. I would forge a note from my mom, hand it in and never look back.
"Dude we are here, what's up with you? You have been acting spaced out since we left school," said Neil.
"Yeah, Yeah. Sorry got a lot of home work. I, I'll see you tomorrow."
With that I jumped out of his car and went in my house. I know I was acting rude, but the day's events had really got to me. I was trying to make sense of it all. Maybe I was a late bloomer was what I wanted to believe. However, I was 18 so were all the other guys. I on the other hand was 5'7' which was two inches taller than my father, and 3 inches taller than my mother. I was the tallest person in my whole family. I just could not wrap my head around how it could be that I was so much smaller in the male junk department then all the other guys in my class. To top it off I came from a small town, so everyone at my school was white. I heard black guys were way bigger, but now I was seeing white guys I knew my own age were way bigger than me. I couldn't talk to anyone about this; I mean really who would understand. Hell, my parents never had the sex talk with me. It was all so taboo to them. Sex ed at the start of high school was when I learned about the birds and bees. I just went through with my plan got a piece of paper and wrote the note as neatly as I could to make it look like my mothers. Luckily I was never in trouble, so she never sent any signed notes to my school. So, no one would know it was me signing instead of her.
The next day at school, I went to see Mr. Clark first thing in the morning. I told him, my mom had heard what happed to John and told me to bring him this note. I handed it to him, and watch him read it. This was my fate right here. If he believed it no gym class and group showers for me. I could hide my shame. I watch intently as he read it. It was only a few lines, but it felt like forever before he finished reading. He looked at me with what seemed like a long pause. I thought I was busted. Then he finally spoke.
"Well, the school is worried about lawsuits. So it might be better for you to sit out of class. Maybe take a study hall during the period."
I nodded and left. I was saved. I could enjoy the rest of high school without anyone knowing. Hell I even got a girlfriend. Karen was a sweet. She was pretty with her curly dirty blond hair, big brown eyes and perky C cup boobs. She was the perfect girl for me. She was a prude and was waiting till marriage for sex. She let people know this. This kept all the guys away except me. She was perfect for me, no pressure from her to have sex. Also if it did ever come up, she had no experience to compare me to. We dated most of senior year and all through the summer before college. We had stuck to making out, when given the chance at the movies or rare occasion we were left alone. Her parents were stricter than mine. I did not have a car at the time, so we had to have our parents or friends drive us places. So there always seemed to be someone else around. However on summer day just before we went to college she told me she wanted to give me something special. She told me to get a ride to her house.