showers. Immediately, he seemed to know that he had stepped out of bounds but I laughed and otherwise ignored his red-faced embarrassment. When he threw out a name, “Gary Jones?” I responded with the well-known fact that Gary had the biggest, hairiest set of balls in the senior class. He cracked up! Off-color remarks, some were true, but others were thrown out just for the fun of making an off-color remark. “He’s got a big dick.” “His hard-on slaps his belly?” “He jacks off three times a day here at school.”

The guys’ dick sizing seemed to grow into a topic of mutual interest. I started a series of fantasies of Coach Tom’s dick size also, and that gave me a lot of intentional wet dreams of imagining Thomas-the-Tank-Engine with his clothes off. (He was not Carl Hardwick, but he definitely came from that same mold shop!) I imagined how Tom might look naked even though I had not even gotten close to seeing him that way. He almost always had full workout sweats on and he was seemingly modest as well. In a “wife-beater” he could cause my pre-cum to leak, but he would never have known that.

We got to the point where we would openly talk about the jock-guys, usually in a joking sort of way. “Bet that kid has a monster-cock when that thing gets hard”, he might say, and I might just agree with him, or might tell him, “Naw, I have seen him get a boner and it just gets harder, not bigger” and he would have great interest in how I knew that. One day he seriously asked, “Do all you guys get together to compare dicks or for circle jerks? You seem to know about everybody’s hard cock!” (Well, maybe not everybody!) And he seemed genuinely interested when I responded truthfully that lots of guys that I knew did get together for joint-jerk-off sessions but I had never been to a circle-jerk. I boldly asked if he had? He re-entered his gruff mode and said that he certainly had never done anything like that or “any of those things”. But I began to notice how he would shift a larger bulge in his crotch from side to side when we talked about jocks and cocks and that just made me want to explore his crotch in my own way. I also knew that any physical contact would probably be akin to suicide.

His curiosity had obviously been piqued and he started quizzing me more frequently, with deeper probing. He often got very specific with names, and would ask directly “Tell me about Adrian: have you seen his cock get hard?” I withdrew a bit, afraid maybe that I had told him too much and I did not want to be a snitch on any of the guys or to give away any of our little “puberty-into-full-manhood-development” experiments and escapades. But occasionally, I would drop a tid-bit that I knew caused him to take a breath deep. For example, once when I told him that a buddy Ron “blew loads like an elephant”, I could tell that he was getting really horned by some of these tasty comments. He also threw in a couple that had me breathing just as deeply, observations of guys with big dicks in the showers and even a couple of teacher stories.

Like when he told me that one of the teachers (that I thought was super-hot) had recently been circumcised at the age of thirty-two, and we both commiserated and sympathized