"Do it in the kitchen, shrimp."

"Fuck you!"

"Watch your mouth or I'll come out there and fuck you."

Ben went outside to piss. What else could he do? Tim was tough. Tim was so tough he'd been to reform school twice. Tim always carried out his threats, and since Ben didn't particularly want Tim massacring his tender asshole, Ben swallowed his pride and stepped out into the cool, sunny, early morning air of his fenced-in back yard.

The grass sparkled with sun-filled dew. The wet grass felt good between his toes, made him feel sexy. He pulled off his jockey briefs and stretched naked under the sun. The sun felt good, like a warm hand caressing his long body. As he stretched upward, arms reaching for the blue sky, the sparse golden hairs of his armpits bristling in the morning breeze, he let his piss flow.

The piss hissed out in a long golden stream, steaming in the cool air, it felt so good to be rid of the hot stuff at last, and his piss hard-on began to go down some. But even as his dick sank from its proud forty-five degree angle, piss slit pointing at the sky, down to a ninety-degree angle, piss slit pointing straight ahead, the massive size of his cock remained the same – too big!

Why had he been cursed with such a freakishly large cock? It was embarrassing. All the guys in the locker room pointed at it. He had to wear baggy pants to hide it. He'd never measured it. He was afraid to. Why couldn't his cock be the same size as his three brothers – just slightly larger than average? Or as big as his best buddy's, Willy Manners'? Willy claimed he'd trade cocks with Ben any day, but Willy just didn't know the problems involved in having a cock the size of a donkey's.

Ben milked the remaining piss from his cock. As he stroked the big dick he couldn't help but stimulate it. The sensitive cock jumped in his hand. Well, at least the overgrown thing felt good – he'd give it that much. Then he wondered whether the added size made for added sensitivity. Maybe because his cock was bigger than any of the other guys'. It was also more sensitive. Maybe it felt better than any of the other guys' cocks. Ben smiled. Why not? There had to be some consolation for all the problems his dick gave him. He continued stroking his cock. He was really getting horny now.