Chapter 1: I Stopped Getting Hard

‘I don’t remember my parents,’ Taffy told me, ‘I was only four when they died. I was sent to live with an aunt and uncle who were asked by the authorities to look after me. They were lovely and within a year I was thinking of them, and calling them, mum and dad.’

‘I was happy at home and at school. But when I was twelve, dad had a heart attack and died. It hit mum really badly and she was never the same after that. I did what I could to help around the house, but she really struggled to cope. But we seemed to be managing.’

‘Then one day I came home from school and there was a man of around thirtyish sitting in the lounge with her. She introduced me to him as Clive, her nephew. I didn’t really take to him, but he was nice enough. He shook my hand and told me he was going to move in with us to help my aunt look after everything.’

‘We lived in a three-bedroom bungalow, so he took the third bedroom. For a while everything continued as normal. Clive took over the household finances and mum seemed to improve as result. Clive was a few inches taller than me, broad shouldered and looked very strong.’

‘I remember thinking I wish I had a body like that. For the next three months, nothing really changed, other than having an extra person in the house. When I asked him about his job, he was always very evasive and I wondered at times if he actually had one, he seemed to be at home so much.’

‘One day when he was out, I asked mum. She told me he was between jobs and was hoping to get one soon. She had no idea what he did either. Mum always went to bed at nine o’clock and I knew she was a heavy sleeper, seldom disturbing before six am.’

‘Just after my thirteenth birthday, I’d gone to my bedroom one school night at nine thirty as I usually did. I was sitting at my desk finishing off some homework before going to bed, when the door opened and Clive came in. ‘You look busy.’ he said.’

‘I wasn’t pleased that he’d just barged in, but I didn’t comment. ‘I’m just finishing off some homework for tomorrow.’ I told him. ‘I was never very keen on school,’ he told me, sitting himself down on the side of the bed. ‘How do you find it?’ ‘I quite like it,’ I said, ‘And everyone in my form gets on pretty well with each other.’

‘I used to hate having to get changed with everyone else.’ he told me. ‘I do too,’ I said, ‘But I wouldn’t have thought it would bother you with your body. I get teased a lot about being so small and skinny,’ I told him, ‘But I don’t suppose anyone ever did that to you.’

‘No one dared say anything to my face, certainly,’ he said, ‘But I knew what they were thinking.’ ‘I don’t understand.’ I said puzzled. ‘What do they tease you about?’ he asked. ‘How skinny I am.’ I told him. ‘They tell me a gust of wind would blow me away.’

‘Do they tease you about any particular part of you?’ he asked. ‘I must have gone red because he said, ‘They tease you about your small cock, don’t they?’ ‘Yes,’ I admitted, ‘How did you know?’ ‘Well, someone with such a lovely trim body as yours would be likely to have a small cock in proportion to your body.’ he said.’

‘I know that a crowd of kids seeing someone with a cock smaller than everyone else’s would be bound to tease him unmercifully. You don’t strike me as being a fighter,’ he said, ‘So I guess you just put up with it?’ I nodded.’

‘When you look at me, big and strong looking, how would you say my cock would compare with yours?’ He asked. ‘It seemed a strange question for someone his age to ask someone my age, but I answered as best I could. ‘Probably three or four times bigger.’ I told him.’

‘I must have sounded sad, because he told me, ‘Not so. The size of your cock doesn’t always match the size of your body. I only have a tiddler. I was never teased, but only because no one dared. But I’m sure they laughed at me behind my back.’

‘I also noticed that the boys in the form that were very well hung, always seemed to be deliberately letting me see their cocks. Almost as if they were saying, ‘Look how our giants compare to your midget.’ ‘I know what you mean,’ I said sympathetically, ‘That has happened to me too, although not so much now.’