I had a facial growth that necessitated regular shaving as well as the beginnings of some bodily hair growth. Pubic hair grew in a tight knot above my male member. This was also seemingly well grown for, after games, my friends would all look on in amazement at not only the length but the thickness of it. Modestly comparing it with my closer friends (as one does at that age), I would judge it to be at least twice as thick as theirs and nearly half as long again. I was educated up to the age of seventeen at Cockshall Manor in Arundel, under the excellent tutorship of Professor James Bagshott-Coleman. At the end of one particular term of schooling, I returned home after the final, rousing game of footer between the two top houses. Being a big chap, I was the captain of my house and led the team to victory. I thus returned home rather dirty, streaked with the mud and sweat of a good, hard-fought game. I came back with my school report sealed in the ominous brown envelope, conveying either a good summer, being treated well by Papa, or a miserable one spent swatting at the subjects in which I was least good. Thank goodness my report was a good one. Papa was pleased that I had done well in the classics and in sport, winning the junior Victor Ludorum that year as best all round sports chap. Thus praised, I went off to have a soak in a well-deserved bath that Alice the upstairs maid had drawn for me. Papa told me to join the rest of the family on the lawn for tea when I had bathed and changed. After my luxurious soak in a steaming bath, I dried myself off in front of the mirror, feeling very pleased with myself and really looking forward to a super fun summer break. As I dried myself, I lightly stroked my member, which instantly caused it to spring to life, it almost having a will of its own. I found that it would grow and swell very rapidly to its stiff proud self at the slightest stimulation. As I have intimated before, it had developed into a weapon of inordinate size and when proudly erect was measured by my closest friend, Terence, to be nearly one foot in length. Its thickness was at least twice that of my nearest rival. As I was standing there admiring myself, I saw in the mirror that the young maid Alice was standing to one side of me at the doorway, staring at my body. I hurriedly grabbed a towel to cover myself, when she came into the room and quickly locked the door.