Surprises From My Body (Patreon)

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I had seen my friends’ dicks plenty of times, either for jokes or just changing, but I had only seen mine from the top, on myself. I had never taken a dick pic. I guess I just didn’t have a need for that since I was too shy to talk to girls who would want that anyway. 

I was at my friend Rich’s house when it happened. His bathroom had this big mirror that covered the whole wall behind the sink and the toilet. I whipped out my dick to pee, and midway through I looked up, and saw my dick in the mirror. I had never seen it from that specific angle, and I had to do a double take. 

“Oh shit,” I whispered out loud to no one. 

My dick looked really big. It was soft, but the other guys my age still came nowhere close to where I was hanging. It only hit me now that I had a size up on these guys. Were they all small, or was I just a hung fucking horse of a boy?

I walked back into Rich’s room like I was walking on a cloud. I was restless for a few minutes, until he finally asked me, “What’s up are you ok?”

“Yeah, just a little hyper,” I said.

“Wanna do something?” he said. He was always an active one. He was down for throwing the football around or riding our bikes out of town into the woods. 

“Let’s see if the bike trails are dry,” I said.

“Yeah, if the mud is gone it should be good.”

As we rode, I thought about my big dick. I thought about what Rich was packing. I had seen it before, not hard, but I saw that it was there. I never really looked close or anything like that, but I had seen it at least.

It started to sprinkle just a little while we rode. We never discussed canceling the trek.

An hour later, we got there. Rich and I each let out a big sigh at the same time.

Mud.

The ground was more water than dirt. 

“There is no way to bike this,” he said, looking at me. 

Then he chuckled. “We might as well just leave our bikes and do a slip’n’slide.”

I laughed. “That would be hilarious.”

It was only a joke, but then he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I got a nervous smile. We came to a telepathic understanding as we let our bikes fall the ground on either side of us. We took off our shirts, shoes, and pants like we were racing to do so, the rain picking up around us in real time.

Rich was disrobed first, and he dove down the trail head first like a madman, in just his red and white checkered boxer briefs, his ass tensing as he slipped down the slope like he was on a sled. 

We met at the bottom of the hill by the running water, sliding on our bellies and covered entirely in wet mud. We couldn’t stop laughing.

“This is funner than bikes!” I yelled.

“Yes!” he yelled back. 

We raced back up to the top and met at the bottom again a few more times. I attempted a flip, but just hurt my neck instead. I brushed it off and tried again, this time landing it and sliding down the rest of the hill on my bare feet like I was on a surfboard. I think Rich got jealous, and tripped me right near the end. I maneuvered to avoid landing on a rock, and landed right on top of him instead. 

To get him back for tripping me, I wrapped a leg around his head in a headlock. We basically mud wrestled in the rain for a minute before getting tired. Honestly, I was afraid of accidentally drowning in the mud and puddles. 

When we both relented about the same time, we sat up and heaved, catching our breaths and laughing maniacally.  The rain was still mild, and doing nothing to get the mud off of us.

“Let’s rinse off,” I said, looking at the running water. “In the stream.”

He nodded, and I stood up.

I dropped my underwear. 

It was the first time I had taken them off since my realization that I was bigger than the average guy. I wanted him to look, and see it, and know.

He just giggled when I did it, turning toward the stream and dropping his own muddy underwear, his little butt right in my face. He didn’t even look down at my dick. 

I smiled at myself, realizing that I was slightly disappointed.

I jumped into a deep water-hole in the stream, and he dropped in next to me. The water went up to our necks. Still feeling the energy from wrestling, I kicked his legs under the water, making him fall over. But he got a footing, grabbed the middle of my body and lifted me out of the water, throwing my naked body over his shoulder, his arms a bit stronger than I realized.

“When did you get so strong?”

It wasn’t exactly common for us to wrestle naked, but he didn’t seem to even register that my dick was rubbing all over him, even when I started to get hard out of nowhere. Of course, I was suddenly aware that I had grown a decent monster, so when it touched his shoulder, it was all I thought about.

Within seconds, thinking about the growth in that part of my body while it was rubbing against Rich’s shoulder made me achieve full downstairs liftoff. Naturally, I got boners randomly, at any provocation, but this was still a tough predicament.

“You should let me down!” I shouted, my naked body flailing around as he twisted..

“No way,” he said. I could hear the deviousness in his voice. He was thinking about what to do with me now that he had leverage on me. I still kind of wanted to show him my dick, so I just blurted it out.

“I’m getting a boner,” I said. “It’s on your neck.”

That made him flinch, and I got off of him quickly. He stopped wrestling me and rested against the other side of the water hole, a half nervous smile on his face. We were still only a couple feet away from each other. Our bodies were naked under the water, but obscured by the ripples. All I could see was his pale skin in a blur.

“Sorry,” I said. “Mind of its own.”

“I know,” he said. “Happens to me all the time. I can never hide it. I just sit down until it’s gone.”

“Mine never go away,” I said, “and I can’t hide them.”

“You think yours is hard to hide,” he said, looking down at his body through the water. “Whenever I sit behind Olivia G. in math I almost bust all over the place right under my desk, dude.”

We started laughing. 

“It gets so hard it hurts!” he added.

We laughed some more.

“I know that feeling.”

“I just sit there after class sometimes,” he said, “Like an idiot. Mr. Roberts is cool about it.”

I just shook my head. “Random boners are the worst. Mine’s still here.”

“I got one too, from talking about it,” he said.

I smiled. We were comrades on this now.

“How big are you?” I asked. “Hard, I mean.”

He looked a little shy. “I don’t know, normal sized. You?”

“I’m big,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

I pulled myself out of the water, sitting my bare butt on a rock, letting myself hang out for him to look at. I turned my eyes down toward my crotch, too nervous to look at his reaction. My firm pinkness stood straight out, thick like a cucumber.

“Wow,” he said softly after a moment.

“See?” I said, finally looking up. I recognized the same awe in his eyes that I had that morning, when I looked in the specifically positioned mirror at his house.

“Yeah, it’s big.”

“I just noticed myself,” I said, looking him in the eye. “I think I’m the biggest among our friends.”

“You’d have to compare hard,” he said quickly.

“Should we?” I said, hearing the nerves in my own voice, suddenly scared of what I could tell was going to happen.

He crawled out of the water silently, sitting on a rock across from me, revealing his firmness to me through the shame.

“Yours is bigger,” he said quietly.

“A lot bigger,” I said. He looked sort of seriously at my body.

“I know.”

“A man’s dick.”

He was silent for a second before he stood and walked in the water over to me, stepping close and looking down at his boner. I looked down at it too. It was red and angled upwards, compared to mine which doesn’t have a curve.

“I’ve never seen another guy hard up close,” I said.

“Me neither.”

I stood up, and our dicks touched, and neither of us pulled away. 

“You’re so much bigger than me,” he said.

Being a couple inches taller than him, I just saw the curly brown hair on his head as he looked down at our dicks. I didn’t move as he slowly reached up and touched my shaft. 

An even bigger surprise than having a big dick, was whatever unspoken thing was happening between Rich and me right now.

I felt tense when he squeezed it, but I held still, watching with awe how a simple gesture with my buddy’s hand could make me feel so strangely good.

He rubbed it up and down once. “Do you jizz a lot, then… because of the big dick?”

“I don’t know if it’s a lot,” I said. “I wouldn’t even know how to answer that.”

He paused for a moment, and I realized I should probably return the favor.

“We’d have to compare,” he said quietly, even though he didn’t have to say it at this point. 

I stroked him to the tip, and unlike me, he flinched hard, then humped forward back into my hand. The rain started dropping harder, and he inhaled sharply at the sensation of my hand on him as I squeezed more tightly, making him hold onto my dick firmly. 

The sensation was too good, and I suddenly started to cum, basically a premature ejaculation, but maybe normal for my first handjob, if you could call it that. He started stroking up and down again when I started cumming, and he aimed it right at his dick. I rubbed him hard, listening to the squishy, wet sounds I made as he quivered under my touch. He almost fell over, putting a hand on my shoulder for balance. I wrapped my other arm around his back, holding him upright as I watched his dark red dick get more and more excited in my fist.

Even though I had never seen a dude jizz before, I just knew. I could tell he was about to finish.

Instead of him warning me, I whispered into his ear, “You’re cumming.”

He squirted onto me, and I let it land wherever it landed. 

We slowly let go of each other, both still hard, and started chuckling. We looked at the mess we had made on each other.

“I think yours was bigger,” he coughed out between giggles, turning to step into the water. 

“No,” I said as I put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “I think you won.”

“No, you did. But it wasn’t a bet.”

He ran a couple fingers through the cum I had released onto his stomach.

“It is a lot.”

“I’ve never actually cum that much before,” I said. 

“Me neither,” he said.

We were looking down, recognizing that our dicks were still rock hard, pointing at each other, mine dwarfing his. 

“So that’s what a handjob feels like,” I said, almost under my breath.

“Don’t say that,” he said, suddenly bashful again, putting a hand on my hip. It was a more tender touch than we had ever shared, even more than jerking each other off. It was finally confirmed that we were doing something more than just hand-related experimentation.

I put a hand on his hip too, mirroring him, and our warm crotches came together, pushing our dicks upward between our stomachs. 

He looked up at me, a look of fear in his eyes, but also hope. I didn’t have the emotional maturity to know what it was, but we shared some core, universal feeling in the moment. I leaned down and kissed him. His face pushed back onto mine. I felt the breath from his nose, his soft, warm skin radiating heat onto my cold cheeks.

He held my body tentatively, and I squeezed his hips, keeping him in place in front of me, as the rain rinsed us off, clearing away the events of the day.