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Learning To Show Off My Cock in High School

Chapter 2: Human Pyramid

I got home and I don't even remember the walk. I remember pushing the door shut and hearing my mom yell something about me eating enough and me yelling something back, and then I went upstairs into my room and locked the door, all before I'd even caught my breath. I pulled my sweatpants off and let my dick out, and threw them at the hamper and missed. I sat on the edge of the bed naked and my heart was still racing, even harder than before. My hands were kind of shaking. I had been imbued with god-like powers and had no idea what the limit of this was yet.

Something had happened to me and I needed to know what it was. There was an itch. I'd walked out of the door that morning as a normal guy, and walked back home as a guy who had put his foot on a man's balls in a bush, and gotten a nasty, throaty orgasm as a thank-you for it. My dick was still hard from all of it, floating and throbbing, heavy and pointed forward and slightly upward from my body, pushing my balls down between my legs into the bed. I kept looking down at it like it was a winning lottery ticket.

I got my laptop out and leaned my back against the wall with my knees up, and started typing.

I started with simple mechanics. I needed to know averages, percentiles and all that. Based on my age and a bit of backwards math, I could even expect it to keep growing a bit more. I found charts and diagrams, and based on my estimate, I was confirmed gifted. I learned to measure it properly, but didn't have a ruler. I knew I was bigger than a monster can, by a fair bit, which put me in a winning position against dozens of guys I had seen post comparison pics online. I was so turned on, even from the basic information, I had to grip myself and slowly nurse it, just to keep the ache away, while my other hand kept scrolling. And I fell down the rabbit hole.

One tab became fourteen, the forums where guys posted about size, the slang easy to learn, a whole underground vocabulary I never knew existed for a thing I'd apparently been carrying around between my legs for years. And I learned about gay guys "cruising" at parks and other places. I read multiple threads about it with my dick in my fist and felt like an idiot and a genius at the same time, because I'd walked in blind and became king of that place without even knowing it was a whole thing already.

I made throwaway usernames on every random forum and subreddit I could find on the topic, and I started posting. I took pics of my cock on my bed mostly, then some sitting in my desk chair, some hard in my fist and some letting it hang loose, some comparing it to various objects, including the monster can. And I wrote captions like “Bigger than you”, and “Your little pinkie finger can't satisfy her”. I didn't know where that voice even came from, I just kept making shit-talking, big cock ego posts.

I peeled the sock off my right foot and placed the end of it on the head of my cock, in my home masturbation ritual now.

The feedback came in rapidly and avidly. I got comments, upvotes, DMs from usernames like hungadmirer4 and sizequeenprincess99 asking for more angles and inappropriate personal information. I read every single one with my fist wrapped around my throbbing erection, stroking slowly and rubbing in drops of pre-cum as they appeared, gripping and letting go whenever I got close again, refreshing the pages one-handed, gooning like a maniac over my own comment section. I hoped at least a few of them were women. I wasn't in denial about it though, knowing it was mostly or even completely dudes, but I kept refreshing anyway.

I sank so deep into it I almost forgot the park had even happened.

Then I found the other side of this thing, "sph". It took me a minute to even parse the letters, "small penis humiliation". There were whole communities of it, guys who wanted to be laughed at, guys who got off on being told they were inadequate, and the guys on the other side doing the taunting. I read one exchange, and then another, and my hand sped up on my cock. As much as I liked my cock being worshiped, I was leaking as I looked down on these grown men basically begging me to tell them they were pathetic, and they thanked me afterward and referred to me as the king that I am.

I thought about Brody's older brother at the park, with my foot on his balls, and when I said "good boy", and I suddenly jizzed right there on my bed, right into the sock, which I was lucky I had placed already, with my knees still up and the laptop almost falling off my bed.

I sat there breathing, another soft moment of clarity arriving, as it tended to do, however briefly, after each orgasm. But my hormones raged, and I was back on the swing of things within a minute, as I remembered whose brother that was in the park. I put his name into instagram and tried to find his profile, which only took a second.

His name was Jake, Brody's older brother. It took me two tries to find the right account but then it was all there. He had a public profile, with a long highlight reel of a privileged, fratty life I did not have a way to relate to. A lot of shirtless pics on a beach holding a red cup, abs cut and defined like a model, his notable perfect jaw that even other guys would have to acknowledge was superior, a few pics of him and some hot girls and other guys on a boat or in his awesome Mercedes convertible. There were some of him at formal events, some of him in a suit with his tie loose. And there were so many hot girls in every other photo, hanging off his arm, smiling just to be with him, blondes and brunettes with their heads on his shoulder like he was a prince. He was the guy to be. 

This exact guy, the Mercedes-convertible guy who'd barely looked at me at Brody's before, who gets with the hottest girls, had been in the dirt on his knees a couple hours ago pulling my sweatpants down with both hands and gargling my cock and thanking me. I got so hard it hurt. The higher up he sat, the further down he'd come for me, and my hand kept moving on myself.

It was maybe eleven when a Snapchat notification appeared at the top of my screen.

Brody: hey

I stared at it. Brody, my actual friend, my age, who I saw at school every day. But we hadn't talked in a while. We weren't exactly close. I got kind of scared, not sure how to approach it.

I didn't open it. If I opened it he'd see the little seen tag and then I'd owe him a reply. And I didn't know what he knew. My brain ran through the worst version of what might happen, then a more realistic scenario, but I basically overthought it until I just decided to delete the notification and ignore it entirely.

My phone buzzed again, and it was from Instagram.

Jake: hey

What the fuck the whole family is hitting me up now.

Jake hadn't followed me on insta. He'd just gone straight for my DMs, nothing public.

I looked at the message for a minute. Then I typed back.

Me: Hey

The little bubble came up quickly, then went away, then came back again. Then the whole thread shifted, the background going dark, that lock icon at the top. He'd flipped it to "vanish mode",so the messages would disappear after we closed the conversation.

Jake: Do you know my brother brody?

Me: Yeah. I thought you recognized me. I've met you at your house.

There was a long pause. The typing bubble came and went away a few times.

Jake: I didn't realize. Sorry. 

Another pause.

Jake: You can't tell anyone. i'm serious. my brother, my parents, none of your friends, nobody. 

Jake: Please

Jake: I will literally pay you

I read each message, chuckling at his nerves. 

Me: No worries. I would never tell anyone about that anyway. Like ever.

I was still in awe of the situation. A couple hours ago he'd been the coolest person I'd ever stood next to and now he was begging a high schooler to keep his mouth shut. It went to my head as bad as the flashing had.

Me: I liked it though

The bubble came right up.

Jake: Me too

Jake: I've thought about it all day

Me: Good boy

Jake: This is crazy man

After a minute, Jake added: Can I see it again

Me: No

But I took the pic for him anyway. I was already hard anyway, and had taken a buttload of pics. But he deserved to see me in all my glory at that exact moment. I braced the phone on my knee and got the whole meat of myself in frame, with my hand at the base, snapped the pic, and hit send. The dot said delivered and I watched it change to opened.

Then he sent one back.

He was hard, and had a thicker than average member himself. Honestly it was not a bad dick, exactly proportioned to him. Not at my level, but still, not an SPH type of pickle.

Me: It's not small

Jake: You can call it small if you want

I chuckled, shaking my head to myself. I wanted to see what I could get him to do for me.

Me: Send me videos of girls you've fucked

There was a long pause. Then they quickly started coming in batches. And there were a lot of them. Apparently he was a bit of an exhibitionist, and a collector of videos of his conquests. This guy apparently had a phone full of it, vid after vid, POV stuff as well as various angles, from dorm rooms and I think some hotel rooms, some in the back of his convertible, out in public at night. Dude was a freak, and must have had a kink for recording things. 

Me: You like recording yourself

Jake: For men like you

That made me do a double take, since he was older than me, yet I had called him "good boy" and he called me a "man". I liked that.

I got off to it hard, one hand massaging my cock while watching this guy's greatest hits stack up in a thread for me.

Me: Nice

Jake: You like that?

Me: Yes

Jake: What else do you want to see

I got the sense he really wanted me to ask for specific things, but I basically refused by omission. I could also tell that Jake wanted to be seen in his videos. His amazing physique and confident demeanor clearly hid this whole crazy, kinky submissive side. He wanted to be dominated, but his day to day was showing an almost toxic level of masculinity and bravado.

We kept texting back and forth as he showed me more and more of his action with the ladies, and I could feel the tension building in him with every message, the little offers, asking "what else do you want to see?", the videos where he crowded himself into the frame more and more, angling to get me to look at him. He wanted me to comment on him directly, but I kept him focused on the girls, one after another as I thumbed through the batches of his amateur, self-made smut. A lot of them were just quick cumshots of his dick squirting out onto a girl's body. 

After a minute, I really was watching him more than the girls. Some of the videos showed the sex from a few feet away, when he had propped the phone up on something to record. The muscles in his back tensed and flexed, and they were so manly. His arms and his adonis-level jawline were impressive. Yet he was a total submissive slut for me.

And somewhere in the middle of a clip of him railing some sorority girl over a hotel desk, with another dude jerking off aimed at her face, the math sort of clicked together in my head, the reason I liked this so much. Every girl in these videos had wanted him, and in one video there were two girls literally begging for him to fuck them. He looked like a statue from ancient Greece or Michelangelo. He was the winner of everything, the top of every ladder.

And he was under me.

In my head, I thought, it's the transitive property. It was the best real-life use of algebra that had ever come to me before. If all those girls were obsessed with Jake, thereby elevating him to high status, and Jake was begging me, a high schooler with a monster cock to call him a good boy, then I sat at the top of the pyramid of life. I had the highest status of any male I could imagine. I admit the entire concept was an exercise in toxicity, but the rush of feeling like I was winning at life was more than my hormones could handle. He was a golden god, an actual adonis, and he had knelt in the dirt for me, which meant I outranked a god. It was mogging on a scale that hadn't been seen before.

That got me harder than any of the actual images on the screen. I stopped scrolling through the videos for a minute and just held the idea in my head, touching myself as I pictured a human pyramid, with him at the top, worshiped, except he was holding a throne on his shoulders, and I sat atop that, adorned with the trappings of a pharaoh. I had to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from blasting all over my laptop when the image completed itself in my head. Not even his throat in the bushes had gotten me that close. This was my kink, whatever you would call it.

I told him to send more of them, and I kept looking at the male part of the screen, at Jake and his muscular body, the glutes that I would have to spend a year or more to achieve, as every ounce of masculinity he exuded only added to my ego at this point. Still, in my head, I believed this whole strange thing would wear off. But a part of me was wondering if this was just the start of something long-lasting, taboo, disgusting, and amazing.

I couldn't control my hand anymore, my balls bouncing and slapping against my thigh, and I crossed over the edge, having misjudged how close I was to the trigger point. I grabbed my phone quickly on instinct, as I had been recording myself for most of the day already. I filmed myself releasing. I don't know exactly why, except that he'd sent me a whole OnlyFans account's worth of juicy vids, and I wanted him to see what he'd accomplished. It was my way of saying "good boy" again. So I got my cock into frame just as I blasted off onto my stomach. I finished milking it, and sent him the video, while I was still tightly gripping myself, the last streak of cum creating a string from my stomach to my dick.

The opened tag came up almost instantly.

Then a response came through, and it was a video of himself from below, with no girls, just the chad from the beach photos on his back, with his own hand blurring over his dick, his abs clenching, and right at the end, releasing his load as he moaned my name into his phone. I chuckled, amused.

Then he sent a butt pic. He was showing it to me in the mirror, his back slightly arched. I didn't really remember in that moment that guys could actually fuck other guys, so it just made me think of when I made him eat my ass earlier in the day. I'd had his mouth on me just hours ago when he shoved his tongue up inside me as a show of submission. If he was thinking that I was going to lick him back at some point, then I had to nip that idea in the bud.

Me: I'm not eating that

The reply came fast.

Jake: You can fuck me if you want

I sat up, reading it again. It hadn't even crossed my mind before, but of course that was an obvious extension of what we had been doing.

I closed my eyes. And I pictured it. At the top of the human pyramid again, but as everyone else in the world worshiped him, I was fucking him in the ass, making him my bitch. My dick got so hard again that it hurt.

Me: I will

He hearted the message.

Then I suddenly remembered the other notification I had ignored earlier.

Me: Why did your brother message me today btw

His typing bubble came up right away.

Jake: WHAT