Chapter 1

Peter had just turned fourteen when he learned that he was a freak of nature. It all began when one of his sisters walked in on him in the bathroom. He’d just stepped out of the shower and was standing in the middle of the room, both hands over his head, toweling his hair. She couldn’t have had a clearer view. The fifteen-year-old froze, then apologized and backed out of the room, her face red with embarrassment. He cursed himself for forgetting to lock the door, then went on with his ablutions. He had forgotten about it by bedtime. The same could not be said of his sister, who’d been shocked by what she’d seen.

Peter’s father had died when his mother was pregnant with her fifth child, Peter’s youngest sister. She’d never gotten over her firefighter husband, and had not dated or remarried, so Peter was the only boy in a household of females. Small for his age, He’d shied away from sports and other typical masculine activities. As a result, he had no idea just how unusual he was.

The boy was thrilled when his uncle Pete came for a visit the following weekend. His favorite relative lived on the other side of the country and visited only when he had business in the area It didn’t occur to Peter at the time, but his godfather had never before made the trip without at least two or three months planning.

Pete had arrived Friday night. Saturday morning he made a show of asking for a volunteer to help him with some errands. He’d looked to each of Peter’s sisters first, as if there was any question that his namesake would be his co-pilot. Each had shaken her head so he said “Well, I guess I’m stuck with young Peter. You sure you know your way around town?”

Peter grinned, quickly rinsed his dishes, and put them in the dishwasher, then led the way out to the rental car in the driveway. This was one of the many reasons he liked his uncle: he always drove really nice cars. This time, it was a Mazda MX-5 convertible; red, or course, with all the bells and whistles. `Only the best for my uncle,’ he thought as he slid into the leather passenger seat.

In truth, Pete had grown up in town and didn’t need a guide. He’d always taken his responsibilities as his nephew’s only living male relation seriously. This, he reflected, was one such mission for which he was singularly qualified.

They drove around town, completing a series of utterly unnecessary tasks. This didn’t seem unusual to Peter. He’d long known that one of his uncle’s purposes in visiting was to spend time with him. He loved it. Around noon the man looked at his watch and suggested that they stop for lunch. He didn’t even wait for a response before skillfully swinging the tiny car into a space in the lot of a restaurant Peter had always wanted to visit: Hooters.

Wide eyed, Peter followed his uncle to a booth at the back of the restaurant, near the kitchen. He couldn’t help but stare at the servers as they came and went. He tried desperately to pull his eyes from their chests, but then noticed that the women, most of whom appeared to be eighteen- or nineteen-years-old, smiled back at him. None said, “My eyes are up here, perv,” as one of his sister’s friends had done.

Uncle Pete grinned as he gestured toward the bench seat facing into the restaurant, from which his nephew would have the best view. “Don’t worry, Peter. I told your mom I planned to bring you here. She’s okay with it.” He made a point of examining the menu, leaving Peter free to continue avidly scanning the restaurant.

Peter started to realize that the girls didn’t have any one look or “type.” Some had large breasts; some small. Some were tall; some short. Some, he noted with surprise, were almost flat-chested. Some were strikingly beautiful; some a bit plain. Some were even a bit overweight, though they were in the minority and still very pretty.

A particularly well-endowed young woman brought them two glasses of water. She pulled out an order pad and stood there, as if unaware that she wore a tiny pair of red “booty shorts” and that her breasts were almost bursting out of her low-cut half-tee-shirt. Peter couldn’t help but stare, and stammered when she asked for his order.

Chuckling, his uncle ordered cheeseburgers with onion rings for both of them, a chocolate milkshake for Peter, and a beer for himself. He plucked the menu from the nonplussed boy’s hands and handed it to the server. She smiled but remained in place for a few more seconds, as if to give the boy another look at her assets before going to place their order.

Pete cleared his throat to gain the boy’s attention. “I love places like this. Everybody’s so comfortable about sex and sexuality. None of these girls ever make you feel bad for looking. It’s not like it’s our fault; it’s how we’re programmed.” He paused, then added, “Even gay men can’t help but look at women’s boobies!”

Peter listened intently to his uncle. He always did. He wondered, though, if there was some subtext he was missing. ‘What,’ he wondered, ‘did he mean about our being programmed to look ... and what about the gay men thing?’ Aloud, he said only, “Thanks for bringing me here, Uncle Pete; but ... umm ... why are we here?”

Pete didn’t miss a beat; He’d been prepared for this question, and had decided to jump right in. “Your mom and I figured it was time for me to have a talk with you.” He paused. “You know -- about sex and your body and stuff like that.”

Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat but said nothing. Not only was this topic embarrassing, but his half-hard penis was twisted painfully in his jeans and he didn’t feel he could adjust it without drawing embarrassing attention. This had been a problem for him in school of late, as he needed to stand to complete the necessary maneuvers.

Pete was unsurprised by the boy’s discomfort, both emotional and physical. He had a special insight into the latter, which he planned to share. “I know, buddy. This is a tough thing to talk about, but we figured you’d rather it be me than your mother.” He grinned and looked around. “Besides; what better place could I have picked for this discussion?”

Peter laughed nervously as he followed his uncle’s gaze out into the restaurant. The waitress picked that moment to bring their beverages. When he turned his head his eyes fell directly onto her breasts. She leaned forward as if to give him a better view of her cleavage, and then lingered for a moment as she adjusted the drinks on the table. Peter moaned softly as she walked away, his eyes now on her swaying hips and rounded butt. He started to wonder if she was deliberately torturing him.

Uncle Pete leaned forward, his voice almost inaudible over the sound of the music. “Look, dude. I found out this week that you and I have a...” He paused to consider his next words. “ ... a problem in common.” He laughed, and then added “Of course, most guys wouldn’t consider this to be a problem, and it really can be a good thing.” He paused, realizing that he was on the verge of babbling.

The waitresses forgotten for the moment, Peter looked concerned. “Problem, Uncle Pete? What problem?”

Pete momentarily lost his nerve and vacillated. “Well, you know how your mom always says you got your looks from your dad?” Peter nodded. “Well, you seem to have gotten at least one thing from your mother’s side of the family.”

Peter looked around, confused and a bit frustrated. His uncle was usually straight with him, but today he seemed almost evasive. He blurted out “Can you get to the point, Uncle Pete? You’re driving me nuts!”

The man’s laughter was tinged with nervousness. “Okay. I’ll just say it. Apparently, you’re hung like a horse.” When he was met with a blank expression, he explained “Your sister reports that your penis hangs almost to your knees.”

Peter turned bright red and looked down at the table. He silently cursed the fifteen-year-old, remembering how she had walked in on him in the bathroom. Then his mind started to whirl. `That,’ he thought, `was only a few days ago. Uncle Pete flew out that quick just to talk about my dick?’

The man rushed on, still talking around the main topic. “How long do you think the average penis is?” Smiling nervously, he clarified “On a human, that is.”