Diary of a Teenage Hunk (mm)

Searched for Drugs: In The Beginning

Brandon Hall knew he was bigger than other boys his age, from stealing glances while standing at the urinals when they were in grade school. What he didn't fully realize was that, at the tender age of fourteen, he was bigger than most grown men. The reason he didn't fully realize it was because from the kidding he got from classmates, he was always careful to hide his oversized endowment when taking a piss in public restrooms. If there was no modesty shield between the urinals, he used one of the enclosed stalls. And if there was a modesty shield, he stood very close to the urinal.

His Dad had approached him on the subject of size as he was entering puberty, but it was pretty generic; he simply told him – he made it sound almost like a warning – that he was going to be built bigger down there than other boys, and it was nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. Brandon's attitude was, "okay", without knowing why his Dad felt the need to tell him that.

In high school, because of PE classes, it was no longer possible to be so discreet. But thanks to his Dad's "warning" he was prepared for the looks and blinking stares from other boys in the locker room. He had decided that he wasn't going to be ashamed or embarrassed and he made no effort whatsoever to conceal his oversized manhood. At that age, boys looked, even stared, but no one came right out and said anything. It wasn't cool to make such remarks and thereby reveal that you had noticed another boy's cock. Although, toward the end of his freshman year, with the boys growing more comfortable around each other, and being in the presence of older sophomores, the discreet glances began to be verbalized. Actually, it started when a new kid arrived at school and when he saw Brandon in the showers, he blurted out, "Damn! What horse did you steal that from?"

Then one day Brandon was called into the principal's office. He was a little scared and a lot bewildered, because he had no idea what he might've done wrong. When he arrived at the office, he was told to go in and wait, the principal, Mr. Ellis, would be with him in a few moments. When Mr. Ellis came in, Mr. Braun, the history teacher, was with him. They closed the door and looked at Brandon, who had stood up from the chair.

"Mr. Hall, this is going to be unpleasant and a little embarrassing for us as well as you, but it's necessary."

Brandon frowned, even more confused. Not only was he in trouble for something unknown to him, it was going to get unpleasant and embarrassing...it sounded like it might get ugly.

"You are aware of our policy of zero tolerance for drugs," said Mr. Ellis.

"Yes. I'm not on drugs," Brandon said.

"Well, then, I'm sure you won't mind cooperating."

"I've never even tried drugs," Brandon said. He was afraid that someone had planted drugs in his locker or something.

"No one is accusing you of being on drugs," said Mr. Braun.

"Then what? You think I'm dealing?"

"That we're not really sure of...dealing, or...transporting."

"What do you mean, transporting? That's the same as dealing, and I'm not dealing or into drugs in any way, shape or form," Brandon said emphatically.

"All the more reason for you to cooperate, to prove your innocence."

"Innocence? Cooperate, how? Heck, I don't even know anybody who uses drugs."

"I would like to ask you to drop your jeans and your shorts," Mr. Ellis said.

Brandon was dumb struck. His first thought was that the two men were going to try something funny with him. He'd read about teachers seducing young students, but he'd never heard of two of them and one student.

"No," he said, then added, "Why?"

"Just do it," the principal said.

Then Mr. Braun spoke up. "Brandon, we're very sure that there are students carrying drugs into the school. We've had locker and back-pack searches, but to no avail. So it has to be some more ingenious way. It's like this, Brandon, if I may put it bluntly...you are sporting a very obvious bulge in your jeans, a very impressive one, I might add, for a boy your age......" He let his words linger as he gazed down at the front of Brandon's jeans.

Brandon was wide-eyed aghast at the absurd accusation. "You think I'm carrying drugs in my shorts!?! Sorry to disappoint you, but that bulge is all me."

"Then with your cooperation, we can eliminate you," Mr. Ellis said. "Please, just drop your jeans and your shorts and we can get this over with. If you don't cooperate, young man, I'm prepared to call the police and have you taken down to juvenile hall. That's not going to enhance your reputation around school; you will be labeled a delinquent and a trouble maker. You don't want to carry that burden all through high school."

"It's a simple request, Brandon," Mr. Braun said in a kindly tone.

"No. I want you to call Coach Bender in. He sees me in the locker room almost every day."

"If I make a call it will be to the police station," Mr. Ellis said. "Now let's stop wasting time."

Brandon's head was spinning. He was confused and frightened and he couldn't think straight. After a moment's hesitation he reached for his jeans and began undoing the buttons. He opened all five of them and shoved his jeans down about mid thigh. Then he pulled his shorts off his hips. He had to shove them down to his jeans and then lower to fully reveal himself.

"Oh...dear," Mr. Ellis said.

"Oh, my Godd!" Mr. Braun said softly as he gaped at the oversized cock

Brandon saw him glance at Mr. Ellis, a surprised, strange, even worried look on his face.

"Well, young man, we obviously owe you an apology," Mr. Ellis said.

"A very profound apology," Mr. Braun added. "I had no idea....."

"You could've asked the coach, he sees me in the locker room," Brandon said again.

"Yes, we should have taken your suggestion," Mr. Braun said.

"We were so sure...I'm terribly sorry, Brandon," said Mr. Ellis. "I hope you will forgive this terrible intrusion into your privacy."

"I just wanta get out of here," Brandon said as he pulled his shorts up. He didn't notice how the two men's eyes fixed on his young manhood, and his hand lifting and stuffing inside his shorts. He pulled up his jeans and was buttoning them.

"Needless to say, this little incident shouldn't be discussed outside this office," Mr. Ellis said. "It could prove embarrassing for all of us."

Then Mr. Braun said the darndest thing. "Listen, Brandon, to make up for our mistrust and our little indiscretion...that C- you have in history...it could be raised to a B+ if I had your promise that this won't go any farther."

Mr. Ellis frowned at him, but then a look of relief came over his face. "And I could guarantee that your grade wouldn't fall below that for the rest of the school year," he added.

Suddenly, Brandon realized that he had the two teachers over a barrel. He wouldn't have to do shit in history from now on and he would still pass with a high grade.

"All right," he said. "Can I go now?"

It was the first that he realized the value of what he had swinging between his legs; the power it wielded.

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