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I don’t want to get out of bed.
It’s the first day of my senior year and I’m dreading it. I squirm in the sheets, wanting to just sink into the floor into a bottomless pit and never ever get out. I try to keep my mind from drifting into the worst case scenarios. What if I fuck up my name at roll call and that’s what everyone calls me for the rest of the year and forever? What if my classmates catch me staring at them? What if my teachers catch me? What if I let slip my most embarrassing interests and that’s all people see me as? What if I get a--
That last thought is too mortifying to even finish. So terrible it jolts me out of bed.
Glancing at the mirror, I’m reminded of another of my countless insecurities. My long, lanky limbs attached to my almost emaciated body, without an ounce of fat or muscle. It’s not like I’m unhealthy. My dad cooks well for us and walking to school keeps me flexible. But no matter what I do, I still see my ribs through my skin, my hip bones jutting out awkwardly. And now that I’m looking at my hips, my eyes unfortunately drift to perhaps my worst insecurity.
My cock. All eleven inches of it.
I poke it, regretting the action immediately. I guess I forgot how sensitive I am. The jolt of pleasure from that single touch alone travels all across my body.
I open up my closet, first searching for a good pair of undies to accommodate for my unreasonably huge dick. Why couldn’t these inches have gone to someone who was actually going to use them? I’m too afraid of people to try and flirt with anyone, and if anyone tried to flit with me (which they don’t) it probably would go right over my head. My voice is too high and hesitant for dirty talk. And the only reason my refractory period is so short is because it takes almost nothing for me to cum. And last I measured, I could fill up a soda bottle with one orgasm. It gets so messy I can only masturbate in the tub, when I’m home alone. So I’m stupidly pent up on top of all of that.
I don’t even want to think about the one big reason my life is so hard.
I grab my trusty pair of briefs, tucking in my cock and feeling the head brush up against my hole. Believe me, I’ve tried to pleasure myself anally. It does nothing. I put on a pair of really baggy jeans to hide my bulge, and it’s luckily worked pretty well so far. I throw on an oversized shirt on top and I’m ready to go. Sure, everything in my wardrobe is two sizes too big, but what part of my body would I ever want to show off?
“Hey, man.”
And besides, showing off is more Barett’s style.
My brother claps me on my shoulder, ruffling the hair I spent ten minutes trying to tame down. Somehow, even our shared ginger locks look better on him than me. Maybe if I grew it out a little? But as I travel my gaze downward from his backwards cap to his arms and shoulders in his tank, I’m reminded yet again of my own inadequacy. He’s the epitome of a beefcake, a perfect blend of muscle and healthy fat. He’s even got a good seven inches of height on me.
I drift along the hallway and sit down at the table for breakfast and-- oh god.
My father stands at the stove, cooking up eggs and sausage. He’s wearing his glasses, a plain white tee…
And a tiny, red thong.
My dad is somehow even taller, beefier, and bulkier than my brother, huge muscles everywhere that are also incredibly soft to the touch, (believe me, you can feel it when he hugs you) without a lick of hair anywhere.
It’s not the first time he’s done this, but I’ve never gotten used to it. The worst part is how he and my brother act like it’s perfectly normal.
“Morning, buddy! Gimme a sec, just finishing up your breakfast.”
He does a little dance, humming to himself and shaking his ass. From this angle, his thong is wedged between those plump cheeks so far you’d think he was going commando. A bit of oil jumps out from the pan and lands on his leg, and he jolts back… making his ass jiggle. And I have to stop staring. I really need to stop staring.
I especially gotta stop staring cause now he’s turned around to face me, the bottom of his shirt falling just above that bulge. That perfect, normal-sized bulge.
“So I packed up your lunch,” Dad says, indicating a stuffed paper bag. “But just let me know if you get hungry later in the day, I’ll send you some money for a snack. Oh, and do you want a dessert since it’s your first day?”
“It’s oka--” I try to say.
“Know what? I’ll just throw it in anyway.” He turns back to the kitchen and bends over to open up a cabinet. I’m face to face with his ass, and I can just barely see the string of the thong traveling between them.
“It’s this one, right?”
He reaches behind him to wave a red plastic package in what he thinks is my direction. But my vision is solely focused on those cheeks, and I can almost see a hairless, pink ring of…
“No, that’s the strawberry. You don’t like the strawberry, your brother likes the strawberry. You like the blueberry.”
“I also like the peach.” Why did I say that. Why did I say that. Why did I say that.
“Oh yeah! You do! Wouldn’t you know it, that’s the last one.” He stands back up, carefully removing everything from the paper bag and placing it at the bottom. “Could you add it to the shopping list?”
“Yep.” I’m still staring, and on the shopping list I type “peahs,” then “eahch,” and finally “peach.”
“Alright, that’s it!”
He turns to me, holding out the bag. I dutifully take it, still in a daze from what just happened.
“Oh, you’re growing up so fast! Hey Hugo, I know that you’re a big boy now…”
You have no idea.
“…But would it be okay if your dad drives you to school?”
“Um, yeah. Sure.”
“Yes! Okay! Barrett! Come here!”
Barrett comes over, chewing on a microwaved breakfast burrito. “What, Dad?”
“Stand next to your brother, I wanna get a picture for your senior years.”
Barrett snickers, and throws a huge, heavy arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. He shoves the rest of his burrito into his mouth, using his now free hand to squeeze my cheeks.
“Senior year, little bro!” He says. “You’re gonna get so much ass, I know I did.”
I sigh, but put on a smile for the picture. My dad takes a bunch, getting us from every angle. “Oh, you two are just so handsome!”
Barrett snickers and finally lets me go.
“Okay, Barrett, you gotta go, you’re gonna be late for practice. And Hugo?”
“Yeah?”
“Finish up your breakfast, and then let’s go!”
When I’ve scarfed down my eggs and sausage (which I could’ve sworn my dad arranged to be in the shape of a penis and balls) my dad flashes his keys.
“Alright, let’s rock and roll!”
He’s… still wearing the thong.
“Um, Dad? Aren’t you going to change?”
He looks at himself. “Huh? I mean, I’m not going anywhere, I’m coming straight back home after… but if you think I should--”
“N-no, that’s okay.” Holy shit, he’s gonna go in public with that thing. It’ll be hidden by the car, but still.
We get to the car and drive off.
When we reach the school, my dad stops the car at the curb, but doesn’t unlock the door.
“Hey, kiddo. Just wanted to say…”
He looks lost for words.
“I know you’re a pretty shy kid. You have been all your life. And there’s nothing wrong with that! It’s just… You’re incredibly smart, and talented, and creative. You have this incredible ability to empathize with people I’ve never seen before, but I know that also makes you very sensitive emotionally. I just hope that this year, you can find someone who knows you, knows all of you, and loves it. I know I do.”
He looks like he’s in tears. I think I am too. “Thanks, Dad.”
He ruins the moment by pinching my cheek. “And, it doesn’t hurt that you’re just so gosh dang pretty!’ He lets go, but finishes me off with a big, exaggerated kiss on my cheek.
“I love you, Hugo. So much.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
He unlocks the car and I head off.