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Learning To Show Off My Cock in High School

Chapter 1: Whipping It Out In Public

I never knew I had a big dick, until I went to school one day wearing sweatpants with no underwear. It wasn't really on purpose, I just couldn't justify wearing dirty underwear yet again, and still hadn't done laundry, so I threw on some sweats and headed out. Part of me got slightly worried on the walk to school that a girl would see it, get disgusted by seeing the imprint of a cock, and then tell all her friends and ruin my chances with any girl at school ever dating me, but I pushed the thought away. Girls don't care, they won't look at dicks like that, I thought to myself.

I guess I was aware that my dick print was more visible, but I literally had never expected someone to actually look at it. Guys ignored other guys' dicks for the most part, except for the rowdy jocks. And girls, of course, wouldn't make a scene out of something like that, not in front of the guy at least, or so I would think.

Last period of the day was a joke, honestly. Some gen-ed lecture about not doing drugs, even though we were supposed to be in a geography class. I was bored as hell, and slouched so far down in the seat that my legs were half out into the aisle. I was always taller than my classmates, and at some point it felt like the desks weren't even made for my body. My knees were spread wide, giving an inadvertently clear view of the space of bunched of cotton holding my cock and balls, almost "tenting" my grey sweatpants even though I was completely soft.

One thing I did know about myself, was that I was not a grower. I was a shower. But at the moment, I wasn't thinking about anything except how many minutes were left in this dumb class, whether any of the girls in class were also going commando today, and whether I was hungry enough for lunch yet.

Then this guy Robert who was sitting next to me elbowed my arm and did a little chin-point down at my lap, silently chuckling.

"Bro are you pitching a tent right now?"

I looked down quickly, worried I had a surprise erection on the worst day. But my fears were cooled when I saw that it was just my bulge.

"No," I said plainly, turning my head back toward the front of the room.

"Dude that's like a mountain of cock. It's obscene."

"What do you mean?"

"I can like, fully see your whole business. You're too hung to wear sweatpants with no underwear. It looks like an apple on a pringles can, man."

I chuckled, and he was giggling slightly louder now. I felt my face turn hot and red.

"Shut up," I said.

"I'm jealous," he added, but I was still more embarrassed than flattered.

"Quit looking at my cock, homo," I said quietly, but it attracted the attention of some others nearby.

I reached down to adjust myself, doing my best to tuck all my meat and junk between my thighs, but that was too uncomfortable and I ended up with a still-present pile of meat in my lap under the fabric.

The whole back row was leaning toward me now, and Jemma, this girl I had done a group project with before and otherwise never shared a word with, twisted around in her chair and looked directly at my cock, the attention from which actually gave me a little jump down there, adding to the existing bloodflow that the attention from Robert had already given it, as much as I hated to admit that. Her eyebrows went all the way up.

"Is that a phone..." she whispered, realizing halfway through talking that it wasn't. I just shook my head slowly in response, unable to hide a nervous grin. I hated and I loved the attention at the same time.

When the bell rang, a group of guys came over immediately. Robert had texted them. I didn't even know he was friends with the rowdy football guys, but three of them came from the other side of the room to poke fun at my exposed state. They lost it as soon as they saw it, and I couldn't really do anything except sit there. I felt my ego elevating the whole time, seeing the mix of envy and spectator enjoyment on their faces.

One of them said, "No wonder you walk like that," and I laughed it off as I shifted my hips, crossing my ankle over my knee to kill the sightline, but that just made it bunch up between my thighs and stick out higher.

"You're a bunch of homos," I said in a completely straight way.

"No homo but I wanna kiss it," the tallest one of them said.

I'd had enough, and I stood up to get to my next class, leaving them behind, walking with my chest pushed out a little farther than normal. I felt about nine feet tall. I'd never had a girl do a double take at me for any reason before. I noticed some people doing side glances in the hall. Maybe I was walking different now, which I was suddenly self conscious about. But I kind of wanted people to see it. Let them look.

I floated down the stairs and out the front doors into the afternoon with my chin up and my whole body feeling a bit lighter, like I was somehow more important now.

I stopped at a water fountain, and this guy I knew was bent over taking a drink. I stood behind him for a second, then without even thinking about it, I nudged him gently with my crotch. He stood up a second later and looked back at me, chin-nodding upward when he saw that it was me. Then he looked down at my crotch and I saw his eyes go wide.

"Bro, no homo, but what the fuck is in your pants?"

"My cock," I said, feeling myself start to smile.

When school was finally out, I had the urge to get home quickly. I wanted to spend the day naked in my room, taking pics, measuring, looking stuff up online and basically perving out over my newly found genetic lottery winnings.

The fast way home cut through this old city park, with lots of trees and shrubs. I usually went the long way home, walking with friends, but today I had a mission.

It's a decent park. Big old trees, a path that loops the pond, benches, that low brick bathroom building near the middle that's always sort of clean-looking for a park bathroom. Usually, if I took the path through the park, I would have my head down and my phone out, not paying attention. But today I walked with my head up and my phone in my pocket, still riding the high from the attention of the day, replaying the reactions I had gotten.

And I started noticing that people were noticing me here in the park too.

There were a fair number of guys around for a Tuesday afternoon. Older guys, mostly. Not old-old, just men, thirties and up, some on benches, a couple standing near the tree line, appearing to be doing nothing in particular. And as I came down the path one of them, sitting alone, sort of followed me with his eyes the whole way past. He did a full head-turn. When I glanced back he didn't even look away, just held it, unbothered. I'd have never called myself a guy who gets looked at.

But apparently my cock has superpowers.

Another guy, leaning against a tree, gave me a slow up-and-down that started at my face and moved downward, undressing me with his eyes. Yet another guy who looked like he could be my dad glanced up from his phone from a bench, looked straight at my crotch, and held the stare for a second before he went back to his phone. I wasn't even sure that he didn't take a pic of me. That, somehow, gave me a rush I never would have expected.

I didn't have the word for what this place was. I learned from an internet search later that night what "cruising" was, but at this point, if you'd told me that gay dudes came here specifically to find other guys to hook up with, I'd have laughed and not believed you. But I could feel the vibe of this place, and I assumed I had simply ignited it myself with the magic of my god-given lower endowment.

My blood was rushing. I could feel my pulse in my chest as I slowed down near the little brick bathroom building, because that's where more of them seemed to be loosely gathered, like they were casting a wide circle around it, even if they mostly weren't even talking to each other, just standing sort of near it with their hands in their pockets.

I stopped at the water fountain a few yards off, which I did not need, and pretended to drink from it, which barely worked because the button was broken. And I watched them watching me over the top of it.

I started to slow down, trying not to abuse my superpowers, and just pulled out my phone for a bit, standing there pretending to text people and wasting time. I had a few texts and messages on various apps from friends, including a couple referring to having heard about my "giant cock", which apparently some people were talking about at school now.

When the circling men had mostly dissipated, I felt ready to do something. There was a guy on a bench, maybe late twenties with big arms, in decent shape with a recent haircut, but way older than me obviously. It would be inappropriate even if I was gay, but I could tell he was looking at me through his sunglasses.

So, almost without even thinking about it, I hooked my thumb in the waistband of the sweatpants, angled myself so the bench guy had the view and nobody else really did, and I pulled the pants outward by a few inches, then straight down, letting him see my whole cock for just a second, in all its meaty wonder.

His whole face opened up. His mouth actually came apart. He sat forward off the backrest and looked at it, and then looked at me with this expression that I later realized was pure, lustful craving. He mouthed something I couldn't hear, and I snapped the waistband back onto my body, covering up the free show, and my stomach was suddenly full of helium.

I loved it. It was the same feeling as when Jemma's eyebrows raised at school, but cranked up a bit, because this guy wasn't being polite, this guy wanted it and I had it and I could turn him on and off like a light. The power was getting to my head.

The guy on the bench nodded toward the bathroom, and I just stayed where I was as he got up and went inside. I didn't actually want to follow him. I didn't want to see what he wanted to do with me in there. But he disappeared inside and didn't come out, and I shrugged and pulled my phone back out, until I noticed another guy, maybe forty-five with a dusting of grey on the sides of his hair, leaning against a wall not far from me. He hadn't exactly given me any attention, but I wanted to test my powers further.

So I did it for this guy too. I faced him from a few feet away until he looked at me, and then I did the same move, thumb in the waistband, quick tug, flash, gone. He went still all over and swallowed and I watched his hand drift to the front of his own shorts before he caught himself.

I was two for two with these horny men. My face was hot, and I was grinning down at my phone, pretending to text people back.

I did a slow lap of the building. Every pass I'd catch an eye, hold it, and if the guy looked hungry enough I'd give him a peek of me. It became a little loop I couldn't get out of. I'd show my cock, watch the reaction, feel the high move through me, move on, want more, do it again. I was there for probably an hour, watching guys come and go, giving a show every few minutes or so. Each one wound me tighter. I'd never in my life had this much of a single asset, this much attention on me that I was able to command. And every flash cranked my internal meter higher and made me want to see how far up the dial the thing went.

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That's when I noticed another guy, younger than most of the dudes I had been flashing all day, maybe younger twenties, still older than me obviously, but not a man-man.

He wasn't just standing around like the other guys. He was passing through like he was on his way somewhere. Something about his face snagged on my brain, like I'd seen him around before. His face was familiar, and I squinted as I tried to place where I might have seen him. I stood there and stared at him as he walked past, looking at his phone. Was it my friend Brody's older brother? Had to be. The one who'd been at Brody's a couple times when he was back from college. He drove a cool car, a Mercedes convertible, barely said a word to me. He had been intimidating, and so cool. I remember picturing the girls he must get with at college. Blondes with big tits, letting him do whatever he wanted to them.

And suddenly, he was looking right back at me.

A sane person, who was not full of mental helium, an ego-boosted delirium, would've nodded or said "hey". But I wondered if he was staring because he recognized me too, OR was he another gay dude, checking me out, and honestly in the state I was in, either of those two possibilities had completely collapsed my hormone-addled compulsive streak into one response: that just meant flash him. I wanted my friend's cool older brother to see that I was at his level, or higher, if maybe in a different way.

So I reached for my waistband, and he squinted at me from where he was. I whipped down my shorts quickly, showing the whole meaty length and thickness to him. I held this one for a beat longer than the others, wiggling my hips, giving him the whole "apple on a pringles can" show, an image I couldn't get out of my head. I was the alpha of the park, and this was my kingdom, and he was now one of my subjects.

His face did not do what the other faces did. His eyes went huge, like he was purely shocked by what he was looking at. His head jerked back a couple inches and his mouth made a shape like he was about to speak, but he didn't say anything.

And the helium left me all at once. My stomach dropped straight through the ground. Because if that was Brody's brother, if that was a person who knew people who knew me, I had just flashed my dick at him in a public park, and by tonight the entire group chat, everyone, Robert, Jemma, my mom probably, the world might know. I was already writing my own obituary, standing there with my heart pounding in my throat. Reality had caught up with me. I cursed myself, frozen in place, waiting to see what would happen.

Then he tipped his head toward the bushes.

It was small. A little sideways nod, his chin toward the thick, tall wall of dark green hedges that ran along the back of the building, and then he turned and walked into them and was gone, just like that, swallowed up with an implicit invitation extended to me to join him.

I felt a wave of relief. Okay, I thought to myself, he's a freak like the rest of these guys. My cock superpowers really do work. But my reality instincts were starting to return to the surface of my consciousness. I could just walk home and never come back to this park again, and I could feel that possibility right there, available, the smart one.

But I looked at the gap in the hedges where he'd gone in, and I got nervous because I hadn't started walking home yet. I was still here, in the chaos, in the mania of the day. I hadn't put it behind me yet, even after a close call. My mouth was dry. My pulse was up in my ears. I think I could literally hear it flowing.

And worst of all, my cock had gotten rock hard.

I was definitely getting blood flow all day with all the attention I was receiving. But had my friend's cool older brother actually just agreed to go look at my cock up close? Maybe even touch it? I didn't even know what goes on with the dudes when they disappear together. Do they kiss?

I still didn't feel gay, but I couldn't deny that the attention was more interesting than anything I was going to do at home. AND, now I had a boner that was even more obscene than my bulge had already been.

I don't fully know how to explain the pull of it, but the panic and the attraction to the idea were fighting each other, and I'd spent the last hour essentially getting rewarded with ego and dopamine every single time I did the scary thing instead of the smart thing.

I walked to the bushes. I checked over my shoulder once, saw nobody looking that mattered, and I pushed through the gap.

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It was cooler in there, shaded and dim, a little dirt clearing behind the hedge wall with the brick of the building on one side. He was already there. And before I could say anything, before I could ask if he recognized me, or explain myself or even say hey, he came in close to me and got down on his knees in the dirt in front of me. I paused and didn't react as he reached up and pulled the front of my sweatpants down to my knees.

My dick came out and he grabbed it quickly holding it as it reached just about its full size. He licked his lips and made a sound as he exhaled.

"Damn," he said. Not to me really, more to it. "It's so big. It doesn't look real."

And before I knew it, his mouth was on me.

I felt my body tense up at the sensation, as my hands both reached for his blonde, medium length, messy hair. I'd never felt anything like it. I'd only ever had my own hand, usually dry with the occasional baby oil lube if I felt like doing it "right", and the occasional finger in my ass in the shower. That had been the extent of my sex life before this day, and now I had a mouth on me. I didn't care that it was a dude. To be honest, it was the most high quality dude I could imagine, the intimidating guy with the cool car. And his mouth was on me, warm and wet and alive and moving, his lips working down the length of my sensitive shaft, and his tongue going flat against the underside, and my knees nearly buckled right there in the dirt. I put a hand on the rough brick of the wall to keep myself up, and he pulled off just to breathe and looked up at me with my dick still pushed up against his lips.

"I've never seen one this big," he said. "I swear to God." Then he took me back in and went further down, and I felt myself hit the back of his throat, and it felt even better, like a tight, wet, hot space made solely to pleasure my cock. He held it there, working his tongue on my skin, his hand wrapped around the base of my dick, his fingers failing to reach around fully as he gave me slow strokes on the part that wouldn't fit inside him.

I started making sounds I didn't recognize. My whole body was lit up. He came off me again, breathing hard, stroking me with a slick hand, which felt amazing and threatened to make me finish early. He looked up at me again.

"You're such an alpha, dude," he said. "Fuck. I feel so lucky right now. You have no idea."

He said it like he meant it, like I'd done him a favor by letting him do this, even though he was basically giving me the best pleasure I had ever known, and then his mouth was back on me and I stopped being able to think in words at all. He got a rhythm as he seemed to learn my cock step by step. He went deep and slow, and then fast and shallow, rubbing his lips raw and red against me as he put every ounce of effort into pleasuring me. He seemed expert at keeping me on the edge, never making me tip over into orgasm, making me more and more desperate with each swirl of his tongue. He kept one hand on my shaft, and one either braced on my thigh or tugging on my balls.

Every time he moaned around me, I felt it buzz up through my whole shaft, like my cock was a divining rod. The tingles ran up my spine, and I started pushing into his mouth, driving my hips forward as I held his head. He pressed his face down to meet me and swallowed the whole thing, and I watched his neck bulge out obscenely as he made wet gagging sounds. And he kept coming right back for more like he was grateful for it.

It made me curious what else I could "do" to him. I pulled out of his mouth as he sucked in his cheeks, and it made a wet popping sound. I turned around, and I don't even know where the idea came from, but I held his head and pushed his face into my bare ass. I had only seen it in porn, and joked about it with my buddies, about doing it to girls, but it felt degrading, and perfect in the moment.

"Eat my ass," I said, looking over my shoulder at his face.

"What?" he said, hesitating with his chin already touching the skin of my ass, his lips all swollen, red and shiny.

I just pushed his head more firmly against me.

He was older than me. Twenty-two, twenty-three, something like that, but I had the control, and he leaned in and pressed his face right into the valley of my ass. His stubble scraped the inside of my butt cheeks, and then his tongue pushed flat and wet against my hole. My other hand shot forward to the brick wall to hold myself up.

"Good boy," I said, and he groaned into me and dug his face in deeper, his hands rising to grip a cheek in each hand as he spread me open like a Christmas ham. The dude was suddenly starving for my butt, and I achieved a new level of godhood in that moment.

I was drunk on the power I had, but I was still sane enough to know that. Seeing what I could push this dude into doing, and watching him obey every command, only made me want to push it further.

And I loved the feeling in my ass. I didn't even know what to expect, but a warm tongue dancing around only kept me on the edge. It felt unbelievable, his tongue working a part of me nothing had ever touched.

But I wanted his mouth back, so I turned around, grabbed his jaw, and fed my dick into him again, and this time I fucked his face hard, my hips fully smacking his face, forcefully pushing past the opening of his throat with no mercy, because he didn't need any. He moaned and groaned around my mass, struggling but doing well as he took everything I gave, my young body going into overdrive to get an orgasm inside this man. He gripped my thighs and took every stroke, his face emanating sloshing sounds as I got closer to finishing. His joy was evident in the tent in his pants, which stuck out clearly as he spread his knees and lowered himself almost all the way to the ground.

I put my foot down onto his bulge, feeling it with my foot. I pressed the sole down into his balls, feeling his boner throb under my foot, and squished gently, just enough to watch him squirm, groaning desperately as I held his head down to the hilt on me. The sound he made around my dick buzzed all the way up my spine and pushed me right to the edge.

"I'm gonna," I got out, which was all the warning I could manage, and he moaned like that was exactly what he'd been waiting to hear and pushed himself down further, his throat clenching onto me.

I finished in his throat, almost confused at how good the orgasm was. I had never had a climax that wasn't from my own hand before. My whole body clenched up and I squirted into him in these long pulses, emptying me out. He swallowed around me and kept his lips locked, moving his head to stroke out every last bit of my seed, until I was shaking against the brick and had to push his head back gently when I couldn't take any more.

He sat back on his heels. Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at me with this glazed, satisfied look, breathing hard.

I stood there catching my breath with my dick still out and my sweatpants down and no clue what was supposed to come next. I remember thinking, in a sort of scrambled way, that there was probably an expectation of a "next part", that maybe he thought I was supposed to go down on him next, which I had no intention of doing.

But then he just stood up, wiping his face. 

And my friend’s cool older brother’s eyes were bloodshot as hell, his face wet with sweat and tears and spit. He was rock hard in his shorts, but he seemed confident in his demeanor as he reached down and shoved the head of his dick upward into his waistband. He gave me one last look, up and down.

"Thanks," he said softly, sniffling and adjusting his shirt and pants, giving himself one last once-over.

I chuckled internally, that he would thank me after all that, but it went along with the superpowers I was still learning to wield.

And then he stepped through the gap in the hedge and was gone, his footsteps fading quickly across the grass, leaving me standing in the dirt with my pants down, my wet dick pointing outward as I waited for it to go down, sort of "airing it out" in a way. My heart was hammering with post-nut clarity and the real world setting in, and I felt like I had absolutely no idea what had just happened to me.

I pulled my sweatpants up after a minute. It was very quiet back there in the bushes.

"Okay," I said, quietly, out loud, to nobody.