Matt's monster cock, the cause of big problem
Matt said his big cock always got him teased by k**s his own age and unwanted attention from older k**s and adults. starting with his catechism teacher. He was a foster c***d in a large catholic family of 6 girls, whose family wanted a son. They picked him because he was "such big boy"
(the story as told to me by Matt) By tradition the catechism teacher was always the youngest priest. This year, the had kind of exchange student, Father John, from Quebec, his real name was Jock, and the head master of the school was old Father John so we called him Father Jock or just Jock. Another reason for his nickname, known only to the boys, was was the P.E. teacher and the assistant football, basketball and track coach, and after every practice every class he would shower with the students wearing a jock, which emphasized his perfect bubble butt. we asked why the jock strap He said because one of the sister's complained about his smell after class one day he was required to shower after each class, but it would be improper for a full grown man to be naked in front of p*****n and tweens, said I'd give you an inferiority complex. He was probably right, he was muscular and hairy and we were all scrawny hairless geeks or mama's boys waiting to lose our baby fat, I was the later which I hated I couldn't wait for my growth spurt, boy was I wrong. The summer before my catechism classes started, at church camp I shot up a foot, and what I thought were already too big, my boyish wiener went from 5 inches soft to 7 inches soft and got hard all the time fully hard I measured it at over 9 inches. My tight little ball sack with two "golf balls" were now the size of the track and field shot put and felt just as heavy. It was also that summer I realized I liked looking at naked boys not girls, which gave me giant erections. Afraid I'd spring a boner I dropped out of all sports and got a paper route after school, saying I sucked at sports and wanted to make money. Which my foster parents loved, and made excuses not participate in P.E. that required showering a twisted ankle during basketball, asthma attacks during track and field, later a doctors note from my dermitoligist got me out of it all together, but that's another story.
Back to father Jock, yes, he was our coach, teacher and a priest but to us HE WAS THE COOL YOUNG PRIEST. He could relate to the k**s being only 22 himself. During catechism class he told us he would hear confessions from us after class if we wanted to practice on him, he joked he was a beginner so save "planning to rob Fort Knox" and "stealing Porches for a high end chop shop" for father John but he could handle "cheating in algebra" or some "impure thoughts". A bell went off in my head, maybe father Jock could help me, my impure thoughts gave me boners and I wanted to stop beating off all the time, and he must have away to stop all that, because he was a priest and vows and stuff. Plus I was doing something else I needed to confess but not to father John, he'd make me make restitution, nope not for this.
The confessional consisted of two folding chairs and a sheet between them, in father Jocks tiny basement office. "This is just practice for us both since I know who you are, but I think it's easier to confess your sins when you don't have to look at father John." "Forgive me father for I have sinned" "Yes, my c***d" I told him about my impure thoughts and touching my self, he actually laughed then made me feel better. Saying every teen age boy goes through it, and as I get older I'll want to do it less and less and when I get married I won't want to do it at all. "But what do I do now" "Well when I was your age I would do it everyday, sometimes 3,4,5 times a day, but I got it down to twice a day, at bedtime I'd shoot a load into a dirty sock and throw it down the laundry shoot, easier to explain grungy sweat socks than sticky sheets, I had real issues with nocturnal emissions." Shocked by his candid reply I stammered "what?" "Those are wet dreams, you see, if you don't beat off every once in a while your jizz builds up till you ejaculate during an erotic dream. usually humping your bed, soiling your pajamas
or in my case sheets since I sleep nude. Even nights when I'd use both socks, if you get my drift, in the morning I'd be rock hard, this can be a piss hard on which can be relieved by emptying your bladder. It's hard to pee with a hard on but take a seat read the newspaper till it goes down enough and pee." With out thinking I blurted out "But when I sit down on the toilet my wiener hangs in the water." a real problem, even more so now. Dead silence, then he laughed hard, "yes, your a teenager now, false bravado, don't brag too much,some girl might believe you and you'll some explaining to do on your wedding night." After urination if you still have an erection or semi erection that's called morning wood, easiest thing to dois beat off in the shower, just aim for the drain, no muss no fuss. Do you share a bathroom?" "My dad and I shower in the basement, it's unfinished, so it's just a toilet, sink and shower all out in the open but NO GIRLS ALLOWED." Well I'm sure your dad would understand your need for a little privacy, ask him for a shower curtain, he might want one himself for private moments."
"But I get boners all the time." "That's natural too it's your body telling you to procreate and 300 years ago you'd be doing it. Throw yourself into a activity or hobby,use this eneergy to improve yourself, I really got into running, I'd get so hot and sweaty I needed that cold shower. I also made myself go to films with sub-tittles, french and american films, and now I am both my french and English have improved. That's also how I learned your American sports, learning the rules and watching your football, basketball and baseball helped me get this job. Before puberty I was all futball and hockey."
"There's one other thing, on my paper route this morning I stole a magazine from Mott's d**g store when I was setting up my papers, I feel so guilty because all my clients trust me to do it." "Well that is a sin, just return the magazine or offer to pay for it promise not to do it again, If you want I'll call them and make sure they don't call the police or your boss. Mrs. Mott's will listen to reason, I'm sure" "I can't buy it or I would have I swear but it's a dirty magazine and I'm not old enough and I can't return it, it's... it's soiled." Silence then laughter again "You are a honey little devil, give me the magazine and the money and I'll talk to Mr. Mott, now I'm going to tell him a little white lie and say an older teen did it for a prank or dare, so he won't suspect you. OK, our little secret."
Matt had to think fast, he'd stolen a copy of INCHES, he didn't want father Jock to think he was a fag, even though after looking at it he was pretty sure he was. It just made him feel normal to see other guys with 8, 9, 10, even 11 inch dicks, made him feel his 9 1/2 inches seem average. (There was a black man with 13 inches but he heard that was average for them) So he hated to trick father Jock, but he had swiped his dad's latest Penthouse(he didn't like the naked women but the letters were fun to read, and all penthouse readers had big cocks like him) from their MEN ONLY bathroom this morning, he could give that to father Jock and the money make restitution and pay for the book twice. kinda. Say some extra Hail Marys and feel better. So he gave father Jock the Penthouse magazine and enough money to pay for it twice. Father Tim took down the curtain folded up the chairs and said "We'll you've got a bus to catch and I feel like going for a run then a quick shower before bedtime for me. Get out of here you horny devil."
(the story as told to me by Matt) By tradition the catechism teacher was always the youngest priest. This year, the had kind of exchange student, Father John, from Quebec, his real name was Jock, and the head master of the school was old Father John so we called him Father Jock or just Jock. Another reason for his nickname, known only to the boys, was was the P.E. teacher and the assistant football, basketball and track coach, and after every practice every class he would shower with the students wearing a jock, which emphasized his perfect bubble butt. we asked why the jock strap He said because one of the sister's complained about his smell after class one day he was required to shower after each class, but it would be improper for a full grown man to be naked in front of p*****n and tweens, said I'd give you an inferiority complex. He was probably right, he was muscular and hairy and we were all scrawny hairless geeks or mama's boys waiting to lose our baby fat, I was the later which I hated I couldn't wait for my growth spurt, boy was I wrong. The summer before my catechism classes started, at church camp I shot up a foot, and what I thought were already too big, my boyish wiener went from 5 inches soft to 7 inches soft and got hard all the time fully hard I measured it at over 9 inches. My tight little ball sack with two "golf balls" were now the size of the track and field shot put and felt just as heavy. It was also that summer I realized I liked looking at naked boys not girls, which gave me giant erections. Afraid I'd spring a boner I dropped out of all sports and got a paper route after school, saying I sucked at sports and wanted to make money. Which my foster parents loved, and made excuses not participate in P.E. that required showering a twisted ankle during basketball, asthma attacks during track and field, later a doctors note from my dermitoligist got me out of it all together, but that's another story.
Back to father Jock, yes, he was our coach, teacher and a priest but to us HE WAS THE COOL YOUNG PRIEST. He could relate to the k**s being only 22 himself. During catechism class he told us he would hear confessions from us after class if we wanted to practice on him, he joked he was a beginner so save "planning to rob Fort Knox" and "stealing Porches for a high end chop shop" for father John but he could handle "cheating in algebra" or some "impure thoughts". A bell went off in my head, maybe father Jock could help me, my impure thoughts gave me boners and I wanted to stop beating off all the time, and he must have away to stop all that, because he was a priest and vows and stuff. Plus I was doing something else I needed to confess but not to father John, he'd make me make restitution, nope not for this.
The confessional consisted of two folding chairs and a sheet between them, in father Jocks tiny basement office. "This is just practice for us both since I know who you are, but I think it's easier to confess your sins when you don't have to look at father John." "Forgive me father for I have sinned" "Yes, my c***d" I told him about my impure thoughts and touching my self, he actually laughed then made me feel better. Saying every teen age boy goes through it, and as I get older I'll want to do it less and less and when I get married I won't want to do it at all. "But what do I do now" "Well when I was your age I would do it everyday, sometimes 3,4,5 times a day, but I got it down to twice a day, at bedtime I'd shoot a load into a dirty sock and throw it down the laundry shoot, easier to explain grungy sweat socks than sticky sheets, I had real issues with nocturnal emissions." Shocked by his candid reply I stammered "what?" "Those are wet dreams, you see, if you don't beat off every once in a while your jizz builds up till you ejaculate during an erotic dream. usually humping your bed, soiling your pajamas
or in my case sheets since I sleep nude. Even nights when I'd use both socks, if you get my drift, in the morning I'd be rock hard, this can be a piss hard on which can be relieved by emptying your bladder. It's hard to pee with a hard on but take a seat read the newspaper till it goes down enough and pee." With out thinking I blurted out "But when I sit down on the toilet my wiener hangs in the water." a real problem, even more so now. Dead silence, then he laughed hard, "yes, your a teenager now, false bravado, don't brag too much,some girl might believe you and you'll some explaining to do on your wedding night." After urination if you still have an erection or semi erection that's called morning wood, easiest thing to dois beat off in the shower, just aim for the drain, no muss no fuss. Do you share a bathroom?" "My dad and I shower in the basement, it's unfinished, so it's just a toilet, sink and shower all out in the open but NO GIRLS ALLOWED." Well I'm sure your dad would understand your need for a little privacy, ask him for a shower curtain, he might want one himself for private moments."
"But I get boners all the time." "That's natural too it's your body telling you to procreate and 300 years ago you'd be doing it. Throw yourself into a activity or hobby,use this eneergy to improve yourself, I really got into running, I'd get so hot and sweaty I needed that cold shower. I also made myself go to films with sub-tittles, french and american films, and now I am both my french and English have improved. That's also how I learned your American sports, learning the rules and watching your football, basketball and baseball helped me get this job. Before puberty I was all futball and hockey."
"There's one other thing, on my paper route this morning I stole a magazine from Mott's d**g store when I was setting up my papers, I feel so guilty because all my clients trust me to do it." "Well that is a sin, just return the magazine or offer to pay for it promise not to do it again, If you want I'll call them and make sure they don't call the police or your boss. Mrs. Mott's will listen to reason, I'm sure" "I can't buy it or I would have I swear but it's a dirty magazine and I'm not old enough and I can't return it, it's... it's soiled." Silence then laughter again "You are a honey little devil, give me the magazine and the money and I'll talk to Mr. Mott, now I'm going to tell him a little white lie and say an older teen did it for a prank or dare, so he won't suspect you. OK, our little secret."
Matt had to think fast, he'd stolen a copy of INCHES, he didn't want father Jock to think he was a fag, even though after looking at it he was pretty sure he was. It just made him feel normal to see other guys with 8, 9, 10, even 11 inch dicks, made him feel his 9 1/2 inches seem average. (There was a black man with 13 inches but he heard that was average for them) So he hated to trick father Jock, but he had swiped his dad's latest Penthouse(he didn't like the naked women but the letters were fun to read, and all penthouse readers had big cocks like him) from their MEN ONLY bathroom this morning, he could give that to father Jock and the money make restitution and pay for the book twice. kinda. Say some extra Hail Marys and feel better. So he gave father Jock the Penthouse magazine and enough money to pay for it twice. Father Tim took down the curtain folded up the chairs and said "We'll you've got a bus to catch and I feel like going for a run then a quick shower before bedtime for me. Get out of here you horny devil."
10 years ago