The reason why I first logged onto Large Penis SUPPORT Group, Part 1

Part 1

When I was 12, my family moved home. We went to a nicer town, bigger house, better schools. I changed to the local high school and it all went pretty well. I made new friends and kept in touch with old friends in my old school which was only about 10 miles away. That year was a nice time in general - the local education authority had decided to invest some funds in the school and so the sports and exercise facilities were all in the process of being renovated. New locker rooms, rugby, soccer and hockey fields, even a climbing wall in the new gymnasium. One side-effect of this was that all Physical Education activities were suspended for the school year. Instead the school used P.E. classes to provide classroom education about fitness, diet and healthy living.

At 12 and 13 years old, I was completely aware about sex, but didn't have a lot of interest - there were far more interesting things than girls. My friends and I didn't discuss anything sexual aside from the occasional joke or two. There certainly wasn't any sexual tension between boys that I remember. At my old school we all showered together after sports practices and nobody thought anything of it.

At the start of my second year at the new school everyone was excited about the new facilities. We were going to have gym class and practices again, and the school was participating in a new amateur athletics league. The school organized its sports in the British tradition of "houses", so each student would be assigned to a house, and each house would train together and then participate in intramural competition to be named the top house at the end of the year. I was thrilled at this new and interesting concept (that hadn't been done at my old school). When my mother brought home my new P.E. kit, I fell in love with my house colours. My house was Cassio, and we proudly wore gold and black. The first practice was Wednesday afternoon.

That September afternoon rolled around. All morning the kids were buzzing about getting to see the new locker rooms and play on the pristine fields. Shiny new rugby boots were compared during French class, much to the consternation of Mrs. DuBois. After lunch, the house masters gave us a quick tour of the gym and fields, then the House of Cassio was told to get kitted up for a rugby practice.

Now that I look back on it, I'm not sure how I managed to escape notice during that first change of clothes in the locker room. I suspect that it was just that everyone was focused on getting out onto the field. But I remember running out into the late summer sunshine, the studs of my new boots thundering on the concrete, then falling silent as I sprinted onto the lush green rugby field.

After practice, fourteen or fifteen dirty, sweaty boys piled into the locker room; jostling, laughing and joking. The hiss of hot water and the scent of earth and shower gel filled the air. The showers were gang showers, a large tiled area with ten or twelve shower nozzles down each of the long walls and a row of drain grilles down the centre. I stripped off my black and gold and walked in, holding the bar of Shield soap that my mother had tucked into my gym bag that morning.

James Hedley was the first. I was almost done with my shower when I heard my name from outside the shower area. When I was finished rinsing off, I went to get my towel from the hook just inside the dry area. It wasn't there.

"Looking for this, Donkey Boy?" Hedley was standing near the lockers, three of his friends sitting on benches nearby. All four were looking at me. Hedley was holding my towel.

At first the insult didn't register. Used to the good-natured ribbing between teenaged boys, I smiled and held my hand out for the towel. Adopting an aristocratic accent, I made out like Hedley was my butler.

"Thank you Jeeves, you may take the rest of the night off."

Hedley didn't smile back. Instead he threw the towel in my face and snarled, "You'd better put that away before you step on it." His friends laughed, and I went to my locker, unnerved. I dried off and dressed without further incident, and then it was the end of school and I thought nothing much more of it.

Yes, now I need to talk about something that you have probably already guessed. The various stages of puberty hit at different times for different people, so while one boy might be short with a baritone voice and beard, another might be taller than his Dad and baby-faced. My first stage of puberty was the sudden and rapid growth of my penis. At 13 years old, I was quite a lot larger than my contemporaries, and even though I had no idea at the time, would end up larger soft than some adult males hard. It was compounded by my body type then - I was slim and light, and while some guys start out small when flaccid and grow a lot while becoming erect, I have always had a "big hang." In the showers, James Hedley had noticed and decided to hassle me about it in the locker room.

Donkey Boy. That phrase, along with a few others, would make me miserable for months.