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The Kick Part 1 - As a Freshman
(Andrew finds high school much different than middle school, goes out
for the Track and Cross Country teams, makes friends with Jeff and
mistakenly buys some girl's panties.)
Man, is high school different than middle school - at least when
you're a Freshman - and not only being in a different school where at
least 75% of the other kids are older than you - but all of a sudden
you're sharing the hallways with these seniors that are at least a
foot taller than you are - and some of them weight over twice what
you do - and a lot of them have beards, the boys anyway - you get the
idea. But at least almost all of my classes were exclusively for
Freshmen, and maybe a couple of Sophomores - so I felt a little more
at home in the classrooms.
Geez - some of the guys, especially the older ones - are really
"big." Like, I guess that I kind of figured that my 3" dick was
normal. But, wow, the first time that I used the showers in the Boy's
Gymnasium, I'm, like, "Man, they're huge. I didn't know they could
get that big." There might have been a couple of the guys that were
the same size as me but most of the guys had dicks that were 5" or
even 6" in size. And they all had these big balls where mine were
just little swellings in the sack of skin at the base of my dick. Oh
well, I guess that some guys just mature faster than others, and it's
not like there are any exercises that I can do to make my dick
bigger. Well, of course, there's that one exercise that I do during
my morning shower almost every day. But while that's a lot of fun, it
doesn't seem to be helping me grow where it counts.
Of course, the embarrassing thing was that I had never taken a shower
with a bunch of naked guys before and the first several times in the
showers I got an erection. Like, it's one thing to have a hard-on
when you're jerking off in the privacy of the shower at home, and a
way different thing to be standing in a shower with a bunch of other
guys who can see what's happening to you. The first couple of times
it happened, some of the other guys were making comments like,
"Enjoying yourself Andrew?," and "Hey guys, don't bend over in front
of this kid." - you get the idea. But after the first week the boy's
showers seemed more "normal" to me and I stopped getting both the
erections and the comments from the other guys.
Now in middle school I had played a few sports - mostly stuff like
basketball and baseball - but mostly just for fun since sports at
that level weren't all that competitive. I wanted to do some sports
in high school but when I went to the orientation sessions for
basketball and baseball, I found that even in the junior varsity
teams, things were a lot more competitive and a lot of the kids that
were going to try out were bigger than me. Like, I don't consider
myself a runt or anything but at 115 pounds and 5' 6" I'm not in the
same category as the kids that are over 6' and look like they weight
close to 200 pounds. Now, I don't mind getting bumped a bit but I
don't want to get knocked off the court by some 200 pound opponent.
So for my Freshman year I just went out for Track in the fall and
then Cross Country in the spring. Actually, with my slim build I was
pretty fast and usually managed to turn in some of the top times in
my events.
I got to be friends with the other guys on the Track and Cross
Country teams and began hanging around with one in particular - Jeff.
I wouldn't say that Jeff was the opposite of me but he had a good 4"
of height on me and probably about 30 or 40 pounds of weight - and he
was a lot more muscular than I was. But he had a good sense of humor
and was just fun to hang around with. Jeff and I went out with girls
occasionally - we had even double dated on a movie once - but neither
of us had a "serious" girlfriend and as the school year wore on we
just ended up spending more of our free time with each other.
Oh, one other thing that I almost forgot to mention about Jeff - he
was really built - if you know what I mean. Like, I checked him out a
couple of times in the boy's showers and I bet he was a good 6" long
and really thick. And while I only had a small patch of light blond
hair in my crotch, Jeff had a thick mat of black curly hair down
there. When Jeff got dressed, it looked like he always put his dick
down the left leg of his jeans for you could always see the bulge it
made in the fabric. I think that the fabric must have gotten a little
worn over that area because it was a slightly lighter color. So while
I tried not to stare, it was pretty hard to ignore Jeff's "package."
One of the nice things about being in high school was that my parents
began to give me a little more freedom - way less than I'd like, of
course - but they now allowed me to do my own shopping and pick out
my own clothes. I'd never really chosen my own clothes before, except
for a time or two when I had been with Mom when she had been shopping
and she asked me whether I wanted a solid blue dress shirt or a
blue/white in a narrow stripe. So I had to pay more attention to the
styles of clothes that the different stores carried - and especially
what the other kids were wearing. Well, I didn't pay attention to
what ALL of the other kids were wearing - some of the guys just wore
ratty old jeans and grungy T-shirts that looked like they were hand-
me-downs from their older siblings. And while I got a few T-shirts
and jeans I also picked up some nicer tan chinos and some knit shirts
in different colors.
Of course, I did make an occasional mistake - like the time I was
shopping for some underwear and was in a hurry so when I saw a
display of what I thought were Jockey briefs on sale I quickly
grabbed two packages of what looked to be my size. I thought that the
lady at the register kind of gave me a funny look but it wasn't till
I got home and opened the packages that I realized that I hadn't
gotten Jockey briefs - I had gotten girl's white cotton panties! And
worse, while I thought that they were plain white, I found that the
panties beneath the ones at the top of the package were colored -
like pink and yellow and tan. Well, I'd opened the packages, and the
store had a no-underwear-return policy so I was stuck with them and
just shoved them in the back of the underwear drawer in the dresser
in my bedroom - hoping that Mom wouldn't notice them.
It must have been several months later when I was getting dressed
when I realized that Mom was behind on the laundry and I didn't have
any clean briefs. At first I just skipped the underwear bit and just
pulled on my jeans but that felt really weird to feel my dick and
balls rubbing against the rough denim fabric of my jeans. I didn't
want to go to school dressed that way, but we didn't have Phys. Ed.
that day so I just pulled off my jeans, grabbed a pair of the white
cotton girl's panties, pulled them on, and then put my jeans back on.
Other than being a little loose around my rear end, and a little
tight in my crotch they didn't feel all that bad. And after a couple
of minutes it didn't feel all that different to be wearing panties
instead of briefs. When I went into the kitchen to have breakfast I
was, like, "Man, I hope that Mom and Dad can't tell that I'm wearing
panties," but I guess that my jeans weren't so tight that you could
see the outline of my panties through them so neither of them noticed
anything.
The only real problem at school that day was that the panties didn't
have this "flap" in front that you could pull your dick through when
you wanted to pee. But as long as I was a little careful not to let
the other guys see what I was doing I could unzip my jeans, reach
inside and push my panties down and then pull my dick out through my
jeans when I had to pee. And the funny thing was that when I was
sitting in English class and it was kind of boring and I started
daydreaming and all of a sudden the thought popped into my mind that
I'm sitting there and wearing girl's panties - and nobody could tell!
Man, I was getting a little turned on and I started getting an
erection and I sure didn't want to draw any attention to myself so I
started thinking about boring things, like Latin ("Latin is a dead
language. It's as dead as it can be. It killed off all the Romans.
And now it's killing me."), and pretty soon my "problem" went away.
So anyway, after that first time wearing panties, I'd occasionally
put on a pair, eventually working up from the white ones to the tan,
and then yellow, and eventually even the pink ones, and getting so
turned on by the feel of them and the thought of what I was doing
that I'd reach down and masturbate into them.
Of course, whenever I wore panties I'd be careful to keep them
separate from the regular laundry and wash them myself so that Mom
wouldn't know that I was wearing them occasionally. What I hadn't
counted on, however, was Mom's passion for spring cleaning. Shortly
before the end of the school year when I went to get dressed one
morning, I found that all the clothes in my dresser had been removed,
washed, neatly folded, and carefully placed back in my dresser -
including my panties! For a couple of days I was, like, "Oh crap, SHE
KNOWS! Is she going to say anything to me? Should I say anything to
her? What kind of excuse can I cook up?" But Mom didn't say anything
to me and I was way too embarrassed to say anything to her, so after
a couple of weeks of just wearing my briefs and pretending that I
didn't have any panties in my underwear drawer, the desire to wear
panties overcame my embarrassment and I started wearing my panties
again, except that now I just tossed them in the hamper with the rest
of my dirty clothes, and Mom kept washing them. A week or so after
school was out I got a real surprise when I went to get dressed -
most of my boy's briefs were missing - oh, there were still three or
four pairs left but most had been replaced by girl's panties - and
not the plain ones that I had mistakenly bought. No, the new ones
were different styles, including some low cut bikinis, and different
colors, and some had lace trim on them. And what's more, the new ones
weren't all cotton but some of them were this smooth, stretchy
fabric. So when I got dressed that morning I pulled on a pair of pink
spandex ones with white lace trim on them. I was going over to Jeff's
that morning to shoot some baskets so I just put on an old sleeveless
T-shirt and a pair of cutoff jeans. I thought that Mom smiled at me a
little when I walked into the kitchen to have breakfast but she
didn't say anything so I didn't bring up the subject. Later on, while
Jeff and I were shooting baskets, I could feel my dick and balls
rubbing against the smooth fabric of the panties and that was such a
turn-on that I got this erection. Luckily, the cutoffs were loose
enough that Jeff couldn't tell what was happening to me.
Jeff and I had started going to the community swimming pool several
times a week. And once toward the end of July I really embarrassed
myself. We had gotten to the pool and gone into the Men's Changing
Room to change into our suits when I realized that, "Oh Shit! I had
forgotten and put on a pair of panties that morning!" So I'm standing
there trying to figure out a graceful exit when Jeff says, "What's
the problem Andy? You getting changed or not? I'm not going to stand
here all day while you mentally masturbate or whatever it is you're
doing." I looked around and found that Jeff and I were the only ones
in the room so I thought, "What the shit. He is my best friend, after
all." So I pulled off my shirt and dropped my jeans, revealing the
white bikini panties with the yellow embroidered butterflies that I
had picked out that morning.
"Cute," Jeff said.
"Fuck you," I said
"Bite me," Jeff replied as I pulled off my panties and pulled on my
Speedo. And we went swimming.
Mom's been calling me "Drew" lately instead of the "Andrew" that she
used to call me. The first couple of times I ignored her but after
about the fourth or fifth time I asked her, "Mom, what's up with this
'Drew' instead of 'Andrew'?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's just that 'Drew' is shorter and a little less
formal than 'Andrew' sounds," she replied.
"Yeah, but 'Drew' is more like a girl's name. Like, I don't know any
guys at school who are named 'Drew' but several of the girls are," I
complained.
"Oh, don't be so fussy," she responded, "Plus I'm the only one who
calls you 'Drew' so don't make such a big deal out of it."
Well, once Mom makes her mind up there's no arguing with her. And
after I thought about it for awhile, 'Drew Andrews' did sound a
little better than 'Andrew Andrews.' Later on when Jeff picked up on
it and began calling me 'Drew' it didn't even bother me and after
awhile it seemed so natural that I even began signing my name as
'Drew Andrews' instead of "Andrew Andrews.'
(to be continued)
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