This is a sweet erotic love story about how we sometimes think our little imperfections are so devastating until we mature enough to learn to love them in ourselves and others. It uses some of my favorite weird kinks, inspired by this thread, including embarrassment (without shame or humiliation), premature ejaculation, dick size comparisons, and getting pee shy.
The story takes place in the senior year of high school, all characters are 18 years old, and it is entirely fictional. It's a self-contained story, I don't plan on adding to it. But due to length limitations, I did have to split it into two posts.
I would really value any comments or feedback you have. This is my first time posting any fiction.
---- For the Love of Imperfection ----
“Jake! JAKE! Are you listening?” My high school band director’s voice shook me from the trance I’d sunken into minutes earlier when Jeremy walked by.
“Yes sir, sorry.” I replied. “Don’t rush the tempo. I got it.” I added, trying to compose myself. I lifted my sticks to re-start the cadence we march to from the practice room to the stadium stands. My fellow snare drummers followed my lead and we marched the band to the stadium, just a few dozen yards away. The game would start in one hour, and all I needed to do was keep Jeremy out of my mind until the game was over. It was the opening football game of the season and I needed to get it right.
“Stay focused, Jake!” I told myself repeatedly.
Jeremy was a dream of a man. He was a jock, but he was also nice. Now in our senior year of high school, Jeremy and I had talked at different times. We were friendly, but I was way to intimidated by him to really develop much of a connection. Despite being the hot, popular athlete, no one had seen Jeremy dating anyone and he was quiet about his personal life.
“Stop staring at him!” I heard Zack’s voice from behind me. He shifted his trombone out of the way and slapped me on the back like he always did when he caught me daydreaming. “I’m trying, man!” I replied. I appreciated Zack’s acceptance of me, even though he was very straight. I’d never been attracted to Zack, but always did feel safe with him. We’d been friends since elementary school, and I had come out to him first. Even before my family. Like me and Jeremy, Zack was also a senior and approaching graduation soon.
“You know a hot jock like Jeremy isn’t going for your nerdy ass!” Zack joked. I laughed with him, but also, I knew it was true. A band nerd since 7th grade, my skinny build and academic prowess never really impressed the guys I was into. I was very thin and about five feet, six inches tall with curly light-brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.
Jeremy had to be over six feet tall. Maybe six-and-half even. He played wide receiver on the football team and our QB frequently connected to him on the field. Jeremy was our team’s number one scorer by far, catching passes deep into enemy territory and running them to the end zone. Jeremy was lean, strong, and very fast.
That distraction my band director had startled me out of earlier was from seeing Jeremy walk from the locker room shirtless, wearing only his tight white football pants. His biceps and pecs were so perfectly defined. His smooth, tan skin stretched tightly over his chest and stomach revealing every ripple of his abs. His arms seemed to go on for ages, and every vein was visible pulsing on top of his lean muscles. It wasn’t that Jeremy’s muscles were huge, it’s that with no fat on his body, every ridge and vein just popped with definition. I wanted to touch his body. I wanted to run my hands down his rock-hard pecs and lightly kiss his sweet red lips.
I managed to stay focused enough on the music through the first half of the game. Jeremy scored three times and our team was up at half time. We had played the fight song so many times I was starting to sweat and had been downing water like crazy.
At half time the team rushed off the field to the locker room and we took the field and performed the half time show we had worked so hard on. But during the whole show my bladder was bursting. I was trying to play, march, and not piss myself. When we finished the show, I rushed to the restroom to release the pressure. I unzipped at the trough-style urinal at our football stadium and let loose like a firehose. Zack came in and stood next to me.
“Put that hooded monster away!” Zack said pointing and laughing at my dick. It was an ongoing joke of his. We’d seen each other changing or at urinals plenty of times growing up. And he always said I had the biggest dick he’d ever seen in person. With piss still jetting out of my dick, I looked to my left as Zack unzipped and took out his dick. Zack had a pretty average circumcised dick. Smaller than mine for sure, but he always said it was more than enough to keep the girls happy. And, after hearing some things the girls said about Zack, I knew that was true. Zack was a bit of band nerd too, but he got all the beautiful female flute players anytime he wanted.
Zack stood at the stadium’s trough urinal next to me and a few other older dudes came in and stood on the other side of him. Still taking the longest and strongest piss of my life, I looked down at Zack’s dick and he was the only one at the urinal without a drop of piss coming out.
“You just playing with yours?” I asked him with a laugh as piss continued to flow from me.
“Shut up!” Zack replied, “you know I’m pee shy!” We laughed more, and finally my piss slowed and I shivered as I started to shake the drips off my long dick. I always had to stand there and squeeze it from base to tip like a toothpaste tube to get all the last drops out. The other dudes left the bathroom, and finally after what seemed like forever, pee started to slowly dribble out Zack’s dick which he had continued to stand there holding awkwardly at the trough. Hesitantly starting and stopping a few times before finally reaching a normal stream, Zach let off a huge sigh of relief. I laughed as I adjusted my long dick back down the right pant leg of my blue band uniform pants and zipped up.
When I was younger, I just thought that the rest of my body was so small and skinny that my dick just appeared big by comparison. But then one day after Zack had seen it at a urinal and laughed at how huge it was, I decided to measure it. Even cold and soft it hung 7 inches straight down and was about ten-and-a-half inches hard. It was thick too, but I didn’t even measure the circumference. At the time I was a little ashamed of it and didn’t really want anyone to see how big it was. When you’re a teenager you just want to be normal and accepted.
Zack and I washed our hands and got some snacks at the concession stand before returning to the stands to start the fourth quarter. After a few more touchdowns, the game was over and the band all walked back to the practice room as the football team also walked that same direction, headed to the locker room. I walked just a few feet from Jeremy and felt like I could almost smell his body. His white football pants accentuated his perfectly round and firm ass. I picked up the pace a little and looked down and to my left. I could see Jeremy’s bulge. It was dark outside but under the lights of the parking lot I could barely make out the head of Jeremy’s circumcised dick pressing against the inside of his white pants, still a little wet with his sweat.
“Oh fuck!” I thought to myself as I could feel my own dick growing in my band uniform. I had to quickly divert my thoughts from Jeremy’s perfect tight body. I didn’t want to get hard while wearing this band uniform, in front of all the other band members and football team. It would be so obvious to everyone, and I’d have no way to hide my massive boner. It wasn’t working though. I wore my snare drum against my abdomen, so I hoped no one could see my pants clearly starting to tent outward as my long dick kept growing under the snare drum. I slowed down to drop back behind the group, all of us still walking toward the building. I looked around to see if anyone noticed my now throbbing boner pressing my pants outward.
When I looked to my left, I saw Jeremy, with his eyes locked directly on my crotch.
“Fuck this is embarrassing” I said to myself, unable to do anything about what was happening other than feel completely mortified. Now Jeremy knew I couldn’t control myself and, based on the tent that my pants had become, he also knew I had a freakish dick. Jeremy’s wide eyes moved up from my crotch and our eyes met for about one second as his face turned red and a bashful smile crossed his lips. He diverted his gaze quickly and went into the locker room as I entered the band practice room and quickly took a seat to avoid any more attention and let my dick settle down.
In the weeks after the boner-gate, I tried to avoid seeing Jeremy at school. The next Friday was an “away” game and the band didn’t go with the team to those. But even while my embarrassment was keeping me away from him, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. That mushroom head sandwiched between his white football pants and his body was as an image I recalled often and jacked off to daily.
On the Friday of the next home game, I had just finished math class and was walking to the lunch room with Zack. We usually ate lunch together before going to our fifth-period English class.
“Did you hear about your crush?” Zack said with a chuckle.
“No, I’ve been trying to keep Jeremy out of my head” I replied, even though I had actually just masturbated to thoughts of him the night before.
“Well he’s not playing at the game tonight. Can’t dress out. Has to sit on the sidelines!” Zack said.
“What? Why?” I asked in confusion.
“Apparently he’s failing biology and is ineligible to play until he gets his grade up.” Zack said, proud to have provided this bit of gossip that I had not heard yet.
“Wow. That’s not good for the game tonight.” I said.
[continued in next post]
The story takes place in the senior year of high school, all characters are 18 years old, and it is entirely fictional. It's a self-contained story, I don't plan on adding to it. But due to length limitations, I did have to split it into two posts.
I would really value any comments or feedback you have. This is my first time posting any fiction.
---- For the Love of Imperfection ----
“Jake! JAKE! Are you listening?” My high school band director’s voice shook me from the trance I’d sunken into minutes earlier when Jeremy walked by.
“Yes sir, sorry.” I replied. “Don’t rush the tempo. I got it.” I added, trying to compose myself. I lifted my sticks to re-start the cadence we march to from the practice room to the stadium stands. My fellow snare drummers followed my lead and we marched the band to the stadium, just a few dozen yards away. The game would start in one hour, and all I needed to do was keep Jeremy out of my mind until the game was over. It was the opening football game of the season and I needed to get it right.
“Stay focused, Jake!” I told myself repeatedly.
Jeremy was a dream of a man. He was a jock, but he was also nice. Now in our senior year of high school, Jeremy and I had talked at different times. We were friendly, but I was way to intimidated by him to really develop much of a connection. Despite being the hot, popular athlete, no one had seen Jeremy dating anyone and he was quiet about his personal life.
“Stop staring at him!” I heard Zack’s voice from behind me. He shifted his trombone out of the way and slapped me on the back like he always did when he caught me daydreaming. “I’m trying, man!” I replied. I appreciated Zack’s acceptance of me, even though he was very straight. I’d never been attracted to Zack, but always did feel safe with him. We’d been friends since elementary school, and I had come out to him first. Even before my family. Like me and Jeremy, Zack was also a senior and approaching graduation soon.
“You know a hot jock like Jeremy isn’t going for your nerdy ass!” Zack joked. I laughed with him, but also, I knew it was true. A band nerd since 7th grade, my skinny build and academic prowess never really impressed the guys I was into. I was very thin and about five feet, six inches tall with curly light-brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.
Jeremy had to be over six feet tall. Maybe six-and-half even. He played wide receiver on the football team and our QB frequently connected to him on the field. Jeremy was our team’s number one scorer by far, catching passes deep into enemy territory and running them to the end zone. Jeremy was lean, strong, and very fast.
That distraction my band director had startled me out of earlier was from seeing Jeremy walk from the locker room shirtless, wearing only his tight white football pants. His biceps and pecs were so perfectly defined. His smooth, tan skin stretched tightly over his chest and stomach revealing every ripple of his abs. His arms seemed to go on for ages, and every vein was visible pulsing on top of his lean muscles. It wasn’t that Jeremy’s muscles were huge, it’s that with no fat on his body, every ridge and vein just popped with definition. I wanted to touch his body. I wanted to run my hands down his rock-hard pecs and lightly kiss his sweet red lips.
I managed to stay focused enough on the music through the first half of the game. Jeremy scored three times and our team was up at half time. We had played the fight song so many times I was starting to sweat and had been downing water like crazy.
At half time the team rushed off the field to the locker room and we took the field and performed the half time show we had worked so hard on. But during the whole show my bladder was bursting. I was trying to play, march, and not piss myself. When we finished the show, I rushed to the restroom to release the pressure. I unzipped at the trough-style urinal at our football stadium and let loose like a firehose. Zack came in and stood next to me.
“Put that hooded monster away!” Zack said pointing and laughing at my dick. It was an ongoing joke of his. We’d seen each other changing or at urinals plenty of times growing up. And he always said I had the biggest dick he’d ever seen in person. With piss still jetting out of my dick, I looked to my left as Zack unzipped and took out his dick. Zack had a pretty average circumcised dick. Smaller than mine for sure, but he always said it was more than enough to keep the girls happy. And, after hearing some things the girls said about Zack, I knew that was true. Zack was a bit of band nerd too, but he got all the beautiful female flute players anytime he wanted.
Zack stood at the stadium’s trough urinal next to me and a few other older dudes came in and stood on the other side of him. Still taking the longest and strongest piss of my life, I looked down at Zack’s dick and he was the only one at the urinal without a drop of piss coming out.
“You just playing with yours?” I asked him with a laugh as piss continued to flow from me.
“Shut up!” Zack replied, “you know I’m pee shy!” We laughed more, and finally my piss slowed and I shivered as I started to shake the drips off my long dick. I always had to stand there and squeeze it from base to tip like a toothpaste tube to get all the last drops out. The other dudes left the bathroom, and finally after what seemed like forever, pee started to slowly dribble out Zack’s dick which he had continued to stand there holding awkwardly at the trough. Hesitantly starting and stopping a few times before finally reaching a normal stream, Zach let off a huge sigh of relief. I laughed as I adjusted my long dick back down the right pant leg of my blue band uniform pants and zipped up.
When I was younger, I just thought that the rest of my body was so small and skinny that my dick just appeared big by comparison. But then one day after Zack had seen it at a urinal and laughed at how huge it was, I decided to measure it. Even cold and soft it hung 7 inches straight down and was about ten-and-a-half inches hard. It was thick too, but I didn’t even measure the circumference. At the time I was a little ashamed of it and didn’t really want anyone to see how big it was. When you’re a teenager you just want to be normal and accepted.
Zack and I washed our hands and got some snacks at the concession stand before returning to the stands to start the fourth quarter. After a few more touchdowns, the game was over and the band all walked back to the practice room as the football team also walked that same direction, headed to the locker room. I walked just a few feet from Jeremy and felt like I could almost smell his body. His white football pants accentuated his perfectly round and firm ass. I picked up the pace a little and looked down and to my left. I could see Jeremy’s bulge. It was dark outside but under the lights of the parking lot I could barely make out the head of Jeremy’s circumcised dick pressing against the inside of his white pants, still a little wet with his sweat.
“Oh fuck!” I thought to myself as I could feel my own dick growing in my band uniform. I had to quickly divert my thoughts from Jeremy’s perfect tight body. I didn’t want to get hard while wearing this band uniform, in front of all the other band members and football team. It would be so obvious to everyone, and I’d have no way to hide my massive boner. It wasn’t working though. I wore my snare drum against my abdomen, so I hoped no one could see my pants clearly starting to tent outward as my long dick kept growing under the snare drum. I slowed down to drop back behind the group, all of us still walking toward the building. I looked around to see if anyone noticed my now throbbing boner pressing my pants outward.
When I looked to my left, I saw Jeremy, with his eyes locked directly on my crotch.
“Fuck this is embarrassing” I said to myself, unable to do anything about what was happening other than feel completely mortified. Now Jeremy knew I couldn’t control myself and, based on the tent that my pants had become, he also knew I had a freakish dick. Jeremy’s wide eyes moved up from my crotch and our eyes met for about one second as his face turned red and a bashful smile crossed his lips. He diverted his gaze quickly and went into the locker room as I entered the band practice room and quickly took a seat to avoid any more attention and let my dick settle down.
In the weeks after the boner-gate, I tried to avoid seeing Jeremy at school. The next Friday was an “away” game and the band didn’t go with the team to those. But even while my embarrassment was keeping me away from him, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. That mushroom head sandwiched between his white football pants and his body was as an image I recalled often and jacked off to daily.
On the Friday of the next home game, I had just finished math class and was walking to the lunch room with Zack. We usually ate lunch together before going to our fifth-period English class.
“Did you hear about your crush?” Zack said with a chuckle.
“No, I’ve been trying to keep Jeremy out of my head” I replied, even though I had actually just masturbated to thoughts of him the night before.
“Well he’s not playing at the game tonight. Can’t dress out. Has to sit on the sidelines!” Zack said.
“What? Why?” I asked in confusion.
“Apparently he’s failing biology and is ineligible to play until he gets his grade up.” Zack said, proud to have provided this bit of gossip that I had not heard yet.
“Wow. That’s not good for the game tonight.” I said.
[continued in next post]
