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Rodin - WMASG - 11-15-2025
I was a typical Brit-Anglo schoolboy: blond hair, brown eyes, pale complexion. Fairly fit and pretty strong, though I was small. I loved playing rugby. And I was good, even though small. Half-back, of course. Lots of kids who played against me said I was way stronger than I looked. I earned good grades, was good looking, and fairly popular. Girls liked me due to my prowess on the field as well as my grades and my looks. I had plenty of friends and was sure I was going to have a popular dating life. Things were great!
By the time I was twelve, in the seventies, I was masturbating and had a little hair around it, sort of like peach-fuzz. I loved playing with my own little cock. I couldn't wait to start dating and getting some action. I was having wet dreams (about girls) and wet orgasms. I know I was having wet orgasm when I was still living at home because Mum talked to me about the stains I made on my pillow - probably the most embarrassing event in my life so far!
I used to make a little indent in the pillow with my finger, and then put my little cock in the space, and I would pretend it was my prettiest girl classmate and hump it. So, at night, alone in bed, before I left for school, I had trouble sleeping if I didn't.
At that time, I won a rugby scholarship to a very exclusive private school. I got that scholarship because I was very good at footy and very bright as well. They would pay for my fees, tuition, board and food. My parents and I were so hugely proud and pleased. My friends were so glad for me, though we were a bit sad that we wouldn't be going to classes together any longer.
The other boys at the private school wouldn't know I was on scholarship. I was glad of that! They probably wouldn't believe it anyway, because I was so small. And they'd probably hate me for not being from the moneyed class. That was my only real concern about attending that school. I was popular and well-liked enough that I wasn't worried on the social front - only that I would be discovered as a"poor kid"on a scholarship.
Before I attended the private school, everyone wore speedos or briefs under our footy shorts and we all showered at home. Now, at this school, they had excellent changing rooms with great shower and spa facilities, and we were all expected to change and shower there. I wasn't all that worried about it, until we all stripped the first time. I didn't look around, as I wasn't interested in boys at all. But, suddenly, they were all making fun of how small my cock was. I didn't understand until I looked around. I loved my little cock, and thought it was pretty great, but when I looked around, I saw why. My tiny one hung above my balls, and my little peach fuzz was nothing. These guys almost all had way longer cocks, and much more hair, with way bigger balls hanging down. I was just a boy by comparison.
I wasn't the only one who had a smaller cock. Some of the other boys also had small dicks too. Some boys were still twelve, like me, though most were thirteen or older. The difference was that the other boys with small dicks didn't have any hair at all, while I did have a small patch of peach-fuzz around mine. I guess that made mine seem so small.
I was being teased about my lack of size by the bigger boys in no time. I really hated that. Here I was, a skilled player at a great school, and I was being treated like a little kid. They teased me in the changing room after every practice. I wasn't used to that at all. I'd always been popular and liked before. Now I wasn't the"big man on campus."In fact, I was the"small boy on campus." And having it pointed out every day was painful.
I still made some friends, it wasn't all bad or horrible or anything. Even the guys who teased me in the changing rooms still treated me fairly well on the field and around the school. They pretty much had to! I was good. Too good to piss off and make me quit. And I was a nice guy. I got along well with others, and won over many. But they still joined in teasing me, for the most part. Some more than others.
One of the guys who didn't join in on the teasing was Terry, the team captain. He played outside-center, and he was a star player as well. He was that ideal male, you know? Extremely handsome, athletic build, great muscle tone, black hair, blue eyes. Well tanned. Extremely quick. Very serious. Very popular. He was thirteen, barely a year older than me, but he was so much more developed and masculine. His cock wasn't the largest in the showers, but it wasn't anything like as small as mine. And he had a lot of black hair around it. Even his balls hung nicely.