"It's huge!" I thought to myself.
I stood next to James my team mate in the shower. We had just finished wrestling practice showered afterwards. James and I were seniors on the team and in the final year of school. We weren't really close friends but were senior team mates. Plus being from diverse ethnic backgrounds, we hung around different friends; him with his black buddies and me with my Asian pals.
I hadn't really notice before but James had a black monster hanging between his legs. It hung semi-flaccid easily 8 inches.
"It's over 9-inches hard."
I shook my head and looked up at James. At 5 foot 10, the heavy weight fighter stood a couple of inches taller than the "light-weight" me. "Huh? What?" I stammered.
"My cock. You're staring at my cock. It's over 9-inches when I get hard." James repeated and pointed to mine. "Maybe you can get one when you grow up. I'd let you play with mine, but I'm not gay."
I looked between my thighs and saw a shriveled, skinny, 3-inch thing.
That afternoon at home, I went to my room, stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror. I played with myself until I was hard so I could measure it. "Four freaking inches!" I groaned. "God, I wish it was big!"
"Timmy, I have..." My bedroom door flew open. Sarah my older sister stood there with my laundry in her arms. At 20, she was a year and a half older than I was. "Oh! I am so sorry Timmy!"
She stared at me and paused embarrassed. I could see her mind racing. "Should I drop his stuff or ... " She quickly turned and left and shut the door behind her.
"Fuck!" I muttered to myself. I pulled on some sweats.
About five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Timmy, can we come in?"
It was my Mom's voice.
"Yes, I'm dressed now." I called back. "You can come in."
The door opened. In walked my Mom followed by Sarah.
"Timmy, I am so sorry about walking in on you like that." Sarah apologized. "I didn't mean..."
"It's fine." I cut her off. "Just knock and wait for an answer next time."
Sarah turned and walked away. Mom moved to sit on the side of my bed. She patted a place beside her. I sat on my desk chair instead.
"Timmy, Sarah told me what happened. She IS really sorry." Mom told me.
"Yeah it's fine!"
She looked at me with her concerned blue eyes.
"Hummm..." She expelled and paused. "Sarah said you were measuring yourself."
"What! She told you that!" I exclaimed.
"No... Yes... No... I mean it's okay! Really." Mom stumbled. "I know boys are concerned with how big they get and whether or not it can... umm... satisfy a girl. I'm not sure if you are having sex with Marsha and if you are, I hope you are using protection, but ..."
Mom looked at me.
"Look at your Dad. From what Sarah told me, I think you're about the same as your Dad and he has always been able to satisfy me."
Dad and I were pretty much the same height and weight. Both of us were not what you would call handsome but we weren't ugly either. Mom on the other hand was gorgeous. Blue-eyed, blond with pouty lips and a shapely body. How Dad bagged her, I could never figure out. Sarah luckily took after Mom except she had bigger boobs.
"Just don't worry about it. That's all. Okay?" Mom stood up and left.
That night in bed, I thought about what Mom had said but the image of James in my mind kept appearing. I fell asleep wishing "I just want to be bigger."
Next morning, I awoke not really thinking about the day before. I went to the can and pulled out my dick to pee. I had to check twice. I felt heavier and "Was it really bigger?"
I shook off the last few drips and ran back to my room. I pulled down my pajama bottoms and looked at myself. It definitely looked bigger. I grabbed my ruler and measured. "Holy fuck! Seven inches!"
"Timmy! Breakfast!" Sarah called out.
I quickly dressed and ate my bacon and eggs before taking off for school.
All day I could think of nothing else but what had occurred. Fortunately this Friday, we had no wrestling practice but we did have to review film about our evil arched enemies from a competing school. Next week we had a competition and I couldn't concentrate on anything strategies Mr. Paul discussed.
Afterwards I ran home and stripped down after making sure no one was home. It looked even bigger than before. I measured it. "Eight and a half inches!"
I started stroking it with my right hand. It got harder and bigger. I palmed my sack with my left. My balls felt big and heavy. I measured it again. "Jesus! It's over 9-inches!"
I was amazed by it and continued stroking it. I needed to cum. I laid on my bed and stared directly at it as I stroked myself. I was so hyper-sensitive that it didn't take too long for me to cum.
"Oooh... fuck!" I grunted as huge wads of white goo spurted out from my piss hole. "Uuuh! Uuuh! Uuuuuh!!"