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I’m not gay. At least I don’t think I am. But sometimes you just have to accept that some guys are bigger, faster and stronger than you. Did I mention bigger? My name is Eric and this tale starts out when I was a senior in high school. I’m white, 5’8″ tall, average build, who’s just below average where it counts at four and a half inches.I went to a Catholic high school; St. Peter Secondary School. To graduate, I was required to complete one phys-ed credit. I pushed it off as long as I could, but now as a Senior, it was now or never. I’ve just been uncomfortable in locker room settings. You know, when all the guys are changing, and I was a little insecure about my penis size, and I didn’t want to subject myself to teasing and the other stuff that happens in locker rooms. Well, that was a pretty dumb decision. Because, now as a Senior, not only did all the guys go through puberty and become “men”, 95% of the guys who took gym class as seniors were athletes and were bigger, in all senses of the word. Now, the difference between me and my classmates in gym class became even more significant.I came to this realization on my first day when I walked into the locker room and with just my first glance, I saw cocks longer and thicker than mine when they were soft. Just instinctively, my eyes went straight down to look at their cocks. And just as quick as I entered the locker room, that’s how fast I walked out and left the gym. My cock became a little hard, but I just chalked that up to the adrenaline. I decided to skip the first day.The next day, I was more prepared. At St. Peter’s, we had uniforms both for regular school and for gym. So the next day, I changed ahead of time in the school washroom just outside the gym, and walked in with my shirt and shorts. At the end of class, I was leaving the gym, but before I left through the gym doors, I heard my gym teacher yell at me, “Hey, Parker! You change into your uniform before leaving the gym! I’ve got enough shit from the teachers for letting you guys walk around the school in shirts and shorts. I’ll let you off today, but tomorrow you change in the locker room!”The next day, I wore my gym shirt and shorts under my uniform, arrived early, and took my uniform off, before anybody else was in the locker room. After gym class I was pretty sweaty, but instead of taking off my shirt and shorts I just wore my uniform on top and went on to my next class.I kept this routine going all semester. Then one day, I was really sweaty, and I knew I smelt a bit, but still, I did what I continued to do. The next class after gym was AP Math, and I sat beside my girlfriend, Wendy. Wendy is gorgeous. She was 5’4”, had shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes, and a few freckles on her nose, with nice perky tits, and a nice, bubbly ass. A figure that I would compare to Scarlett Johansson.We met in the summer when we were both taking AP English in Summer School to get ahead. We both lived a blocks away from each other, and a couple blocks away from the school. First, we walked on opposite sidewalks, then slowly but surely, we started walking on the same sidewalk, and then side by side, İstanbul Escort and sitting beside each other in class.At the beginning of the summer, she told me she recently broke up with her boyfriend who was heading off to college, and I started out as her shoulder to cry on, but then we started to hang out more outside of school. After three weeks, I made my move, and I told her I really liked her, and she smiled, and kissed me. That was the start of our relationship. Eventually, we had sex.I lost my virginity to her, but I knew she had a bit more experience than me. I brought up my cock size to her, and she said, “It’s fine, it’s not a problem.”When we would fuck, she would lightly moan, but I could tell that she wasn’t having an orgasm, let alone enjoying it. When I would finish, she would get up and start to put her clothes on, like she was just waiting for me to cum.One day, as I was throwing the condom in the trash, I asked her, “Maybe next time we could try without the condom? I think maybe you would enjoy it more.”She giggled, “Oh, I’ve had sex without a condom before and I don’t think it would make a difference. Plus, this is safer.” I took her word for it. I didn’t even bother asking about anal, because I already knew the answer.Fast forward to that day when I sat beside her after gym, she said, “Jesus, Eric, if you smell this bad next time, I don’t think I can sit beside you.”I responded, “I’m sorry Wendy, I just came straight from gym class.”She sharply replied, “Yeah, but the guys change after class. I’m sure they’re not going around the school forcing everyone to smell their ball sweat all day.”She had a point. I told her, “Okay, babe.”The next day, I knew I was going to have to change in the locker room and it was in the back of my mind all gym class. We were playing basketball that day. I’m pretty good at basketball, but I can’t really jump that high or run that fast. I was running back on defence, and one of the older guys, Darrell, was dribbling the ball and running straight towards me. I didn’t know Darrell, he was black and 6’5” tall. He had graduated last year, and was supposed to go to a D-II school on a basketball scholarship. But there had been some issue with his transcript, and didn’t qualify for the scholarship, so decided to come back to St. Peter’s to get his grades up.Darrell was dribbling right at me, and it felt like my feet were in cement. I couldn’t move. So with my arms, I tried to strip the ball, but he switched hands, and instead of getting the basketball, I touched his crotch area! In that half a second, when my hand was there, I could just feel the thickness and length of his cock under his shorts, and I could tell he wasn’t wearing anything under his shorts. He blew by me, and dunked it.As he was jogging back on defence, he quickly said to me, “Next time, buy me dinner first,” and laughed while he jogged past me.That quick touch had taken over my thoughts for the rest of the class. How big was his cock? Had to be at least seven and a half inches. And it wasn’t even hard. It had to at least be at least double the girth İstanbul Escort Bayan of my cock. Whenever he jogged up and down the court, I looked down at his crotch to see if I could get any more information on his cock as if I had X-Ray Vision. But you didn’t need X-Ray vision to see his cock and balls doing jumping jacks under his shorts.The coach blew his whistle, time to change.As I entered the locker room, I went into the corner where I left my stuff. I made sure I took my shirt off first, dried myself off, re-applied some deodorant and put my uniform dress shirt on. I knew I couldn’t wear my gym clothes under my uniform again, but I wasn’t ready to take a shower in front of all those alpha-males.I took my shorts and briefs off, and before I could quickly put on a new pair of briefs and my pants on, I saw Darrell come in, and as he was walking in he took his clothes off and was soon standing completely naked beside his locker except for his socks and shoes.When Darrell came in, I needed to add a visual to what I felt earlier. However, he was turned the other way, so all I could see were his hairy but muscular legs and ass. I had my pants in my hand, staring at Darrell, waiting for him to turn around so I could get the full view. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only ten seconds, he turned around, and I could see the monster he had between his legs.What I thought was seven and a half inches, was at least eight. What I thought was double the thickness of my cock (If I could call it that), was at least triple, maybe quadruple. He was cut, and I was uncut. To give it perspective, my cock was three inches soft, and about as thick as a Sharpie-and-a-half put together.Wendy always teased me saying it was like a pencil, and she said, “Maybe I can write my next test with it.”Darrell’s was almost as thick as a water bottle, but not as thick. As I looked at his package, I quickly realized he was walking towards me. A couple seconds after, I shook out of my trance, and quickly put my pants on. As he got to me, I never realized how much bigger 6’5″ was than 5’8”.He put his hand on my shoulder and said jokingly, “Looks like you bit off more than you could chew with that reach-in during the game.”I chuckled back and said, “Sorry about that, I was going for the ball.”Darrell replied, “Yeah, and you grabbed the wrong one. Haha,” as he grabbed a handful of cock and balls with his right hand. He then said, “So, this is the first time I’ve seen you in here, did you need a map?”I fake laughed and replied, “Haha, no, I’m just in a rush to get to my next class.”He could tell I was a little insecure, and he put his hand back on my shoulder, the same one he grabbed his balls with just a second ago. I could smell his essence from his hand that was ten inches from my face.He said, “Don’t worry, there’ll always be someone smaller than you, and always someone bigger than you.”That did give me some relief and I nodded in agreement.Just before walking away, he remarked, “Tell Wendy I say ‘hey’.”As those words came out of his mouth, I could feel my eyes widening, but Escort İstanbul also my throat drying up, leaving me unable to speak, and only to nod my head, to show that I heard him. And as I nodded, he whispered in my ear, “You might wanna take a seat before you leave, you don’t want the guys getting the wrong idea.”As he walked away, I had no idea what he was talking about, until I felt the blood rushing down my body, and a 4.5 inch “sharpie” trying to poke a hole in my pants. I quickly sat down, and waited till my hard-on went away.As I left gym class, the questions were swirling around my head. How did Darrell know Wendy? Were they classmates? Was she his tutor? Did she fuck him? Could she take it all? Did he make her scream? All these thoughts circling around my head, and just as my hard-on went away, it came right back.Fuck! Did the Alpha of Alphas fuck my girl? Do you think he told her that I touched his cock? That I couldn’t stop staring at his cock? That I got hard when he mentioned her name? I tried not to think about it, but it was a futile task. I made my way to Math class and sat beside Wendy.She took a quick sniff, and kissed me on the cheek, “This is much better.”Before I could say anything else, I said, “Darrell said ‘hey’.”Her smile quickly vanished and she asked, “Oh, how do you know Darrell?”I told her he was in my gym class. She was surprised, and remarked, “Oh, I thought he graduated.”For the rest of the class, we barely spoke, both knowing the unspoken. At the end of the day, I walked home alone. It was a Friday, and I was just looking forward to the weekend. Later that night, Wendy texted me to meet her at the back of the school tomorrow at eight a.m.. What? Tomorrow is Saturday. I didn’t really think much of it and went to sleep.I showed up at 7:45a.m. and no one was there. Around 8:10, I see Darrell coming out of the back gym doors. He’s wearing a tank top and some basketball shorts.He spots me and says, “Hey Eric, what are you doing here?”I tell him that I’m just getting ready to go for a jog, and I ask him what he’s doing at school on a Saturday.He says, “Coach gave me a key to the gym so I can shootaround and practice whenever I want. You’re pretty good, you wanna help me practice?”I looked down at my phone, and there was no text from Wendy, and I saw no sign of her, so I figured she slept in. I actually did like to shoot, so I took Darrell up on his offer. When I got inside, we started shooting around separately.After about ten minutes, he said, “Coach said I need to work on my post-defence; can you try posting me up?”I almost never posted up in basketball, I was too small and too weak to ever try posting up in the paint in a game. I told Darrell that posting up wasn’t really my thing.He responded, “So you can get some practice in too. Stop being a pussy.”I wasn’t a pussy, and I wasn’t going to let him call me a pussy, so I accepted the challenge. I started in the post, and tried doing some quick turnaround hookshots.Darrell instructed me, “Try backing me down first and get deeper position.”So I tried backing him down, and I could feel his cock pressing against my side every time I tried backing him down. As I tried turning and shooting, like a Pogo Stick, Darrell was already in the air with his balls and cock right in front of my face, and blocked my shot. We did this a couple more times, and I could feel his cock getting harder each time. I thought I had enough.

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