Every time she is really pissed at me she calls me 'pencil dicked shithead'. Even though I have now, as an 18 year old senior in high school, filled o...t into a 6'2" 210 pound hunk of solid muscles she still calls me that. Trouble is, I no longer have the pencil dick that I had as a baby boy, instead I now sport a solid eight inches that is as big around as my wrist! (If I measured it down the underside to my balls it is nearly 11 ½" but that is probably cheating to measure it like that.) My. I was still nervous every time I walked up to his door. Once inside, I tested the waters, so to speak, of being his “bottom.” I took a chance and nervously stepped to him, I put my arms around his and ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Looking down at the floor, I shyly leaned in and kissed him on the lips. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body when I felt his lips kissing my back. Who would have ever thought kissing another man could be so thrilling, so. Over the years I had had several experiences, kind of like this, but never on the same level. Once, when I was in primary school, my mother had freaked out at the teachers because my school photos had come back showing me with black hair instead of my natural sandy blond look. Another time I had been facing down one of the many school bullies, only to find that in a matter of a few minutes I was in fact looking down on him, instead of up.My personal favourite of these was when I had lost my. My penis twitched with excitement.“There,” he said. “It’s gone now.”I rolled back over and stared up at the ceiling. My penis was super hard and pointed straight up along my stomach.“You don’t have much hair around your dick yet,” Brian observed. It was true – I hadn’t yet grown much pubic hair, and the little dark hairs I did have were almost invisible. “I have a little,” I said defensively, looking down at my crotch and admiring the sparse hairs around my penis. I glanced over and saw that.