The sun was beginning to set, leaving the sky with an orange hue. The air was pleasantly warm that day, as spring was beginning, contrasting the cold of winter, some trees were beginning to blossom.
People were walking on the sidewalk, some hastily and some other more relaxed, but amongst them there was a boy that sticked out like a sore thumb. His hair were dyed with a bright pink color and his clothes were equally colorful and eye-catching, if not a little extravagant. He wore a shoulderless pink shirt with long sleeves that covered a fraction of his hands, tucked into small denim shorts covered in a star motif, just like the belt that was holding them up. The legs were covered by a light blue pantyhose, with stylized drawings of bats on it, followed by what was perhaps the most bizarre part of his clothing: a pair of snickers with a skull drawn in the toe cap and bat wings strapped in the back of it. The boy had a very gentle face, with a delicate nose and soft looking mouth, as well a smooth and fair skin that was highlighted by his eyes, so bright that almost seemed to sparkle. His shoulders were broad, but he did not seem to have large muscles or have a fit figure; instead, he was somewhat on the plump side. His chest and waist weren't too chubby, but his hips were very much on the wide side, proportionally to his thick thighs. But what was the most unusual was the protuberance sticked out in his shorts, beginning from the crotch and making its way into the side of his right hip. It was his penis, long enough to almost reach the end of his femur and thicker than his forearm, but even more shocking was the fact that this behemoth of an organ was flaccid. It was probably impossible to hide, but the denim shorts showed even more the outline of it; he either was very unaware of how it looked or just didn't care. It seemed as if the boy was in a hurry of some sorts, walking on his way at fast peace. He stopped near a road sign and just as he arrived, a bus came by. With a sigh of relief, he entered and made his way to the seats, there were a few people that were all busy minding their own business. He sat down and made himself comfortable, looking out of the window as his eyelids started to feel heavy. Before he knew, he was asleep. A nerdy girl with messy brown hair and dark circles was looking at the boy's sleeping face. She thought he was incredibly attractive, and that being asleep possibly made him look even cuter. Than he looked down at his legs and her eyes bulged out as her cheeks became red fast.
"What the hell is that!? No way that's his dick! How is that possible!?" she tought to herself.
She stared and stared at the shape of the organ through his shorts, as mental images of it flooded her mind. No way that was his penis, right? She glanced more. That was, without doubt, the shape of his dick. Suddenly, it twitched. She almost jumped at the sight of it, her blush was so intense that it almost seemed to glow. How can a dick be that big? It twitched again. She felt as if someone threw a bucket of water between her legs, she couldn't stop imagining that beautiful boy without clothes on, holding his monster dick. She felt creepy and pervert, but she still couldn't stop leaking continuously. He awakened and the girl swiftly looked to the opposite side, desperately trying to hide her shame. She hoped he wouldn't suspect anything. She slightly tilted her head again to check him. He was looking at her! She hoped with all her strength that he wasn't suspecting anything. The boy got up and walked away, as the bus arrived at his stop. This time he was walking more calmly than before, observing how the ambience around him was changing with the new season. He passed in front of the old middle school he used to go to when he was younger and bad memories started to surface. He recalled her teacher, of how she abused and blackmailed him.

"I summoned you here to discuss a serious matter, Lane."
The teacher, a brunette in her thirties, dressed in formal attire, had a stern look in her face.
"What is it, Miss?" the boy was stuttering anxiously, waiting for her to answer.
"I've been supervising you since the beginning of the year and you haven't stopped displaying obscene appearance."
"What?" he responded in disbelief.
"Your genitals are too big and they're always, constantly, visible. You're being indecent, if you don't do something about it I'll have no other choice than expelling you from this school" she said with a mean tone in her voice. Lane was starting to tear up.
"But I can't do anything about it! I can't hide it!" his voice was shaking. The woman stood up and came close to the boy. She started unbuttoning the pants of his school uniform.
"Maybe we can find another way..." she whispered, as she continued taking down his pants
"No! Don't!" the poor boy had no idea of what was happening and he was scared.
"If you don't let me do what I want, you'll get expelled" she said as if it was a matter of fact.
She took his soft cock in her hand, it was so big she couldn't fully grasp it with her hand. She squeezed firmly, with more and more strength, as if she was trying to crush it. He whimped, the pain was making him shake, alongside with the fear he was feeling in that moment. She loose her grip and bent down her head. She opened her mouth, taking a small fraction of his enormous dick in it and than bit hard with her teeth. Lane yelled in pain, crying.
"Stop! Please stop!" he begged.
"It's either this or being expelled, Lane" she looked up to him with a wicked smile on her face. She caressed his brown hair, than started to clutch them.
"You better get used to it, you little freak."

It was unnerving to think about those experiences. It was something that happened a long time ago and yet he could still feel anxious about it. He even thought for a while that it was his fault, that if he didn't have such a gross body that would never had happened. He remembered how his teacher summoned him to use him as a sex toy, convincing him that he really was a freak. But eventually, school finished and Lane became more mature. He was going to dress in whichever way he wanted to and it didn't matter what everyone else thought. He didn't have anything to hide, he didn't want to be ashamed of himself ever again.
He arrived at his house and didn't even realize it, there was so much going on in his head. He entered and closed the door, as he yawned and stretched his arms. He went to his room and lied down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. What a tiring day. He had to relieve some stress...
He looked down at his shorts. His dick was twitching over and over, stirring the fabric of the denim. He slowly started to undo his belt, as his dick continuously grew trying to get outside. He opened the zipper and grabbed his cock with both hands. It was growing thicker and thicker, and even two hands put together looked small on it. It towered over him, angrily leaking precum and begging for release. He slowly started stroking with both hands, as precum continued to gush on his belly and chest, but soon he couldn't resist anymore and started rubbing tremendously fast. He couldn't help but moan as a wave of pleasure constantly shook his entire being. He stopped, gasping hard for breath, but his cock was getting even thicker, hungry for an orgasm, the veins bulged out and the boy started to feel light-headed. He resumed the stroking even more furiously than before, breathing harder and moaning loudly when finally, a thick stream of sperm started flying in all directions. He spurted and spurted, as he twitched uncontrollably in pleasure, unable to maintain his composure, while his own dick covered his shirt, his shoulder and face of white spunk.
He closed his eyes, his graceful face showing an expression of grand satisfaction. He remained on his bed, calm and quiet, feeling relaxed.