Chapter 7: Don’t Forget My Cock

‘Then just over three weeks ago, Mrs Rutter was out shopping when she was knocked down by a car and killed. I assured mum I’d be fine and not to worry about leaving me. I think she might well have done so, except that when we went next door to give our condolences to Mrs Rutters son Barney who lived with her, he told mum not to worry as he would carry on popping in each Wednesday just like his mum had done.’

‘Mum was clearly relieved and thanked him. I didn’t feel it was necessary, but it didn’t bother me, I knew Barney well enough, and whilst we’d never seen that much of each other, I felt comfortable with him because I’d known him for years.’

‘Two days later, on the Wednesday, Mum went off to grans and I did everything I’d usually done. Nine o’clock came and went without any sign of Barney, so I assumed he’d got tied up or even forgotten. After all, he had just lost his mum.’

‘So, I went up and had a shower before going to bed. I never heard him come in, but when I stepped out of the shower, completely naked obviously, there was Barney sitting on the toilet lid looking at me. I immediately put my hands over my cock.’

‘He was holding the bath towel. He stood up and brought it over. As he dried my hair, he told me, ‘I’m sorry I’m late, but when I heard you in the shower, I thought I’d come in and see you into bed.’ Barney was a good three inches taller than me and very strong.’

‘He is very confident, and although I’d never had any problems with him myself, rumour had it that he’d come very close to being arrested for violence on several occasions. So, I just said, ‘It’s ok, I can manage, thanks.’ But when he ignored that, I didn’t argue.’

‘He dried me all over, stopping me taking hold of the towel. As he dried my cock, he told me it was the smallest one he had ever seen. ‘But I suppose you’ve still got a few growing years left yet,’ he said. ‘I’m stuck with what I’ve got now for life.’

‘He didn’t sound happy about that, so I wondered how big his was. He was in his mid-twenties. I wasn’t happy about being treated like a baby, but at least he was gentle, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by me that although he had commented about the size of my cock, he hadn’t laughed or made fun of it. In fact, he had sounded quite sympathetic.’

‘Being in an empty house, or so I had thought, I hadn’t taken any night clothes into the bathroom with me. When I was dry, he hung the towel up and said, ‘Lead the way.’ As I walked naked into my bedroom, I was feeling pleased that he was behind me and wouldn’t be able to see my cock.’

‘At this point I felt embarrassed, but not in any way scared. In my bedroom he asked me what I wore to sleep in. I pointed to my T shirt and shorts on the pillow. He sat on the side of the bed, picked up my shorts and held them out by the waistband, evidently expecting me to step into them.’

‘Knowing he’d already seen my cock and hadn’t laughed, I decided to humour him. I put my feet into them as he held them. Then he started sliding them up. But before they reached my cock he stopped and took hold of it. ‘It’s a real cute size,’ he said, ‘But it’s no fun being small, is it?’

‘No,’ I agreed as he pulled them all the way up. Then he did the same for my T shirt. ‘Get into bed now,’ he instructed, ‘And I’ll tuck you in.’ He did, then instead of going as I expected, he sat back on the side of the bed. ‘Do you get teased at school about your size?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I admitted.’

‘I did too,’ he told me, ‘But I’m a fighter, I soon put a stop to that. But you’re not, are you?’ ‘No.’ I agreed. ‘When you look at me,’ Barney asked, ‘What do you see?’ ‘A big strong man with a good body.’ I told him, which was true.’

‘So, you’d think I’d have a cock to match wouldn’t you. How big would you expect my cock to be?’ ‘Looking at you, I’d say large or even very large,’ I told him, ‘Although from what you’ve told me, I suspect it’s not perhaps as large as I think it should be.’ ‘I haven’t got a girlfriend,’ he told me, ‘Because I’d be too ashamed to let her see it.’