Today had been my first day of high school, and I was a senior. My mother homeschooled me until this year as I had begged her to let me go to public school, convincing her that it would be a great experience for me before college. I didn't want to be a weird, anti-social kid, so I signed up for the swim team as soon as I got the chance. I figured that this would be a great way to make friends, and I definitely didn't have the body type for football or basketball. I'm short for a boy, only five foot four, and am very slim. I had always enjoyed swimming and considered myself to be in good shape. I was so excited to join the team and have the first practice, so I arrived at the locker room about twenty minutes early. Full of excitement, I had gotten my suit on and been on deck before any other team members had even arrived.
The coach had placed me in one of the slower lanes, considering I didn't have the technique down. This didn't deter me, though. I have always been a quick learner. I was exhausted by the end of practice, and the coach said this would be the easiest one we would have! I must have looked pitiful trying to get out of the pool, because a large hand was held out to me in order to help me out. Looking up, I saw a man. Well, a boy I guess since he was only 18 like me. However, he didn't look like a boy. He was huge. The guy was about six feet tall, completely dwarfing me when he pulled me out. His body was hard and muscular, covered with masculine hair. It wasn't the ugly back hair, like the gross old men at the public pool, he had just enough hair on his chest leading down his happy trail that it was considered... sexy. If you were into guys anyway, and I was definitely straight. I don't know why, but I began to wonder if he was hairy... everywhere. I couldn't be sure, considering he already had a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You're new." Those two words oozed confidence. It was such a simple sentence, but it was also filled with power. I had never felt so little as I did in that moment. Despite his smile, I was intimidated. I had been homeschooled all my life, and I wished that my first one-on-one interaction would be with a smaller, less domineering person.
"Yeah. My... my name is Parker,"
"James." It was obvious that this was a man of few words.
"What year are you? Haven't seen you before."
"I-I'm a senior. I transferred today."
"Mid-semester?"
"Uh, yeah. I was homeschooled. But wanted to get that public-school experience. It took a while to convince my mom." Now I sounded like an idiot. Jesus.
"First year on a swim team?"
"Is it that obvious?" I was blushing from embarrassment at this point. He didn't bother answering my question, just turned his head to the locker room. Everyone had hurried off the deck at this point. He began to walk away without a word, leaving me to puppy-dog after him.
Entering the locker room, I was greeted with a roar of conversation. These guys had obviously known each other for a while, talking in random conversation in various states of undress, obviously comfortable. I quickly scanned the showers, looking for an open one before I changed. It was in that scan that I learned the harsh truth. I have never had a large penis,but I did think that I was average. Of course I had watched porn, who hasn't? But, I just thought that all the cocks in porn, even the at-home kind, were just abnormally big. I figured that only guys with big dicks would show them off online. However, now I had entered the swimming world, and being a swimmer meant there was no safety of underwear to protect me from the truth. Each dick I saw varied in shape and size, but they all had one thing in common. They were much, much larger than mine. Of course, each penis was soft, but even if they were at full size at this time, it was obvious mine was tiny. My penis was only two inches long when fully hard. When I jerk off, I only use my thumb and index finger.
I couldn't help but feel emasculated and really didn't want to shower, but my mom was going to be late picking me up. I didn't want to wait around the school, itching because of the chlorine on my soft skin. I decided to wait it out until I was alone. Taking my eyes away from the community shower, I took in the surroundings of the rest of the locker room. A few of the guys were already dressed, post-shower and packing up their stuff. Considering the swim team was made up of only ten guys, well eleven now including myself, there were only a few stragglers in the shower. There was only one other person that I hadn't made their way into the shower yet, and that person was James. He had been on the phone, and from what I could overhear in the now quieting locker room, he was speaking to his boss. He seemed satisfied when ending the call, which I was happy about for some reason.
"You got a ride?" A blush immediately spread across my cheeks, he had caught me looking at him.
"Yeah, no, kinda. Yes. My mom. She won't be here until six, though." I stuttered like an idiot, embarrassed.
"I'll take you home." It wasn't a question, just a statement.
"O-kay. I'll tell her." and I did. I hurriedly sent her a text, explaining that a friend would be taking me home. I received a quick response, telling me to take my time. As nervous as she was about public school, she knew how desperate I was for friends. Looking up from my phone, James was gone. I felt a bit deflated, until I turned and saw him walking toward the shower. We were now the only two here, and I couldn't stall any longer- considering he was taking me home. So, again, I puppy-dogged after him. He turned a shower head on, making the water cascade down his muscular back. I couldn't stop looking, until he turned around.
"You're going to shower, right?" I then realized how dumb I must have looked, standing in the entryway.
"Y-yeah." I made my way to the next shower head and set my toiletries on the ground. I had turned my shower on and slipped my speedo off, turned away and determined to hide my tiny penis from him.
