Ms PIGGY, Training someone #12
---Back in Ms Peggy, the Middle School nurses office for a complete physical. Had my vital signs checked and removed my shirt. Now I was being questioned by nurse Peggy about why kids were calling me horse cock, elephant boy, donkey dong, and other strange names. “We’d better have a look at your penis, Denny. There may be something seriously wrong. Remove your jeans and your underwear.”
--- There were a number of reasons why I don’t think I had an erection at this time. Ms Piggy was far from cute. She was older than my mother. I was nervous, shy, embarrassed, and scared half to death. But I usually did what my teachers and older people told me. I dropped my pants.
Okay, I didn’t drop my fruit-of-the-looms immediately! Ms Peggy assured me it was all right and coaxed me to just remove my undies. There it was, in all it’s glory, my soft penis. All right, it wasn’t a donkey dong at the time. But was still pretty darned impressive for a kid.
Keep in mind this now seems like it was a lifetime away. These words and facts are the best I can recall.
---Ms Peggy was seated on a small stool on wheels. She rolled up close and began her visual inspection. She did agree that it could be mistaken for a small elephant’s trunk, comparing it to other boys my age. But assured me it was not too large. She then rubbed it and began wiggling it around. My penis came to life. It soon was stickin straight out, hard as a rock. Ms Peggy changed her diagnosis. Now she said it did appear more like what the others were calling it. Ms Peggy stroked it a few times and said she’d better get Ms lovely. Something about having a witness in case someone complained. This was all new to me. I wasn’t complainin!
---Ms Peggy had me sit up on the bed and placed a towel over me. She left, locking the door behind her. In a few minutes she knocked and told me she was returning with Ms lovely. Both entered and locked the door again. Ms lovely was smiling and said she’d heard I was in perfect health. To prove it, my pecker was standing at attention beneath that terrycloth towel! One of them removed the towel. Again many years blur what happened. I do remember being masturbated by one, or both women. Ms lovely for sure. It was done briefly and gently so I never yet learned if this was hazardous for my uncircumcised penis. Thinking back, that would have been the perfect time to ask about my foreskin. But, I don't think I was even thinking about using it for intercourse at that tender age. Ms Lovely took me back to the nurses station several more times for follow up exams that year. I also passed that class with an “A+” .
--- I got in trouble with other teachers, some men. They didn’t seem as friendly about having a hard-on in their classes. But they did understand. Pretty much the same things about the name calling followed me to high school. But there, there were several other well endowed boys. I learned to take my gym showers last or keep out of view as much as possible when naked. I held books or papers in front of my crotch when standing in class to speak or when I needed a shield to cover the banana in my pants when lookin at pretty girls while seated. This is also where some of the girls began buggin me about dating. Without a car till my Junior year, the few dates I went on were just hand holding and the local movie theater.
---After getting my first set of wheels and numerous dates set up by my brother’s girlfriend, having my cock rubbed through my jeans was as far as those dates went. They were either in my classes or I was friends with their brothers. I didn’t think either of these were worth the risk of being beat up or further embarrassment.
Remember, I was afraid of ripping my foreskin off and bleeding to death. It wan't easy being different!