Boys In The Attic

(Part 2 from 4. Fiction.)
Our conversation became even more intriguing as we began
debating our various concerns with regard to certain parts of
our individual anatomies -- those physical characteristics
that made us feel insecure. One of the reasons I felt I was
so reluctant to be with a girl was that I felt that I had a
rather small penis. David insisted I was probably being far
too critical of my manhood. He pointed out that we had a
great deal in common when it came to our insecurity with
girls -- yet I was saying I had a small penis and he divulged
the fact that he had always feared his was too large. But in
the same breath, he refused to recognize cock size as being a
justifiable reason for my feeling of inadequacy.

I didn’t totally agree with David. I was quick to point
out by his own admission, he had a rather large cock. So how
could he sit there and pretend to know how inferior I felt
when someone saw me naked? I had always felt that I was
different from most of the boys I knew. I wasn’t
circumcised, as the majority of them were. There were a few
other boys who were uncircumcised, like me, but their penises
were all much larger than mine. I discovered back in junior
high odd little things did make a difference. Back then,
most of the guys were proud to display their recently
sprouted bushy crops of dark, kinky pubic hair. Not me. I
had pubic hair all right, but it was blond, so blond it was
hardly noticeable. I had always been fair-skinned and blond,
but it wasn’t until junior high that anyone ever called me
“Blondie.” I knew what they meant -- that’s why it had been
so damned embarrassing.

David said he envied me for not being circumcised. He
said he had always wondered what it would be like to have a
foreskin. And as for my blond hair, he said he had never
seen anyone with truly blond hair down below.

Choosing his words very carefully, as if he were taking
into account my shyness, David asked if I could mind showing
him my blond pubic hair. If it had been anyone other than
David, I would have flatly denied his request, but I actually
didn’t mind showing David. I knew he wasn’t going to
ridicule me. It was a simple matter of him wanting to
satisfy his curiosity.

From where we sat it was impossible for us to be seen by
any of the neighbors. I unfastened my jeans, pulled down the
fly and lowered the front of my Jockey shorts enough to
expose my rather modest crop of dense, blond pubic hair.

David seemed intrigued, I felt a little embarrassed, but
for as long as his eyes were interested, I felt compelled to
keep his point of interest exposed. David agreed he had
never seen hair down there that was so blond.

I caught my eyes wandering to David’s crotch. I hadn’t
been surprised when he said he was well-hung. I had noticed
a sizable bulge in his pants on numerous occasions.


David requested I pull my shorts down a bit further. A
surge of reluctance swept over me. If I pulled my pants down
any further I would be exposing the base of my cock, but then
I got the impression that was exactly what David had in mind.

My momentary reluctance made David very nervous for some
reason. He insisted if I’d rather not it was perfectly all
right, he understood. He even began apologizing for asking.

I could sense David was suddenly feeling very foolish.
His guilt made me feel bad. The last thing I wanted to do
was to make him feel as if he had offended me. It wasn’t
easy, but slowly I pulled down the front of my shorts and
allowed my cock and balls to pop free.

David grinned appreciatively as he viewed my manhood.
“I don’t think your penis is small at all,” he said. “In
fact, I think you have a very beautiful cock.”

It was strange listening to another guy compliment me on
having a very attractive cock. It wasn’t that I didn’t
appreciate the compliment. I did, very much as a matter of
fact. But it just didn’t seem like it was something one guy
should be saying to another. It made me feel warm and
peculiar inside, as if I were somehow excited by the fact
that David found my body pleasing to look at. He made me
feel attractive and desirable. I was not accustomed to
experiencing these feelings; they were powerful and difficult
to control.

“Perhaps it would be a good thing for us to compare
anatomical parts,” David said to me.

Without waiting for my answer, David unfastened his
pants and removed them completely. He had a fantastic body.
His legs were long and slender, but well—muscled and covered
with short, curly hair the color of sand. The crop of pubic
hair surrounding the base of his enormous male organ was the
same color and texture as the hair covering his legs. His
balls were huge and blanketed with a sparse growth of wispy
down.

My own timid shaft slowly rose up. As my organ became
elongated, the head of my cock pushed its tip beyond its
foreskin sheath. I was a bit rattled by my lack of control.
I wanted to tuck my cock back into my pants and forget that
I’d ever shown it to David, but I didn’t. I couldn’t ignore
the pleasure we were getting from the sight of each other’s
nakedness.

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