I was an early bloomer. In fact, I was one of the only kids who brought a razor and shaving cream to 6th grade camp. I was (and am) larger than MOST, but some were (and are) larger than I. But looking so much older in other ways aside from what's visible only when naked, I felt more self-conscious about chest hair at 13 than large penis size. For a time at age 11 or 12, I would refuse to use the urinals at public restrooms, fearing making a spectacle of myself. By age 18 though, I was finally comfortable with being a hairy guy with a big penis, I just needed to learn to be comfortable with being gay. But that's another post... |