Family Circus – Ch. 1

At eighteen and some odd months, my senior year of high school, I was about the same height as I am now, thirty years later. I’ve added a few pounds, well OK, about twenty pounds, in the intervening years and while I was never much of an athlete I’m still in pretty good shape. My biggest concern as I developed into manhood was the size of my penis. It was obviously smaller than my peers and some of the meaner, crueler guys used to make fun of me in the locker room. All through high school I dreaded gym class and the then mandatory showers.

In early June, with only a week to go, I was looking forward to the end of my locker room torment. The closest I’d come to sex besides regular couplings with my right fist, was heavy necking and some petting in the back seat of my old Pontiac. That late May Thursday evening, I took my shower, including a nice leisurely jack, before brushing my teeth and going to bed. As I slid my naked body under the sheets I enjoyed the feel of the cotton against my skin and was asleep pretty quickly, thinking of my coming liberation from the smart assed remarks of my antagonists in the daily locker room sessions.

Startled awake in the darkness of the night, I realized there was somebody else in the room with me – I could hear breathing, slightly raspy, from across the room. Rolling over in my twin bed, I reached for the lamp on my bedside table and turned it on. Immediately I saw her, an old woman sitting in the chair at my desk, watching me intently.

“Who, who the hell are you?” I managed to stutter out after a couple of false starts.

“Doesn’t matter who I am, boy. Only matters what I can do for you,” she said in a soft but authoritative tone. “I understand the boys, the boys at school, they make fun of you?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Come on, boy. I ain’t got time to play no damn guessing games with the likes of you,” she nearly spat it out. “You knows exactly what I’m talking ’bout, boy. They been teasing you about the size of your damn penis. You stupid men, you’re all little boys when it comes to that. Always worried about the size of that damn thing of yours, ain’t you?” I could feel my face flush as she stood up from the chair and started across the room. With her standing up, I could more nearly make out her size and shape. She looked fairly short and heavy, wearing some sort of flowing, flimsy, gauzy gown that seemed to change hues as it moved with her. It was obvious that she had huge, pendulous tits that swayed behind the gauzy material of her gown as she walked toward me. Standing by my bedside, moving quickly she suddenly snatched the covers off of me and smiled as she looked down at my penis and testicles. “They are a bit on the puny side, boy, but I can do something about that for you.