The first time someone commented on my dick was the summer after high school graduation. As a teenager, I was convinced I was an unlikeable loser and the only way that I would ever get a girl was if I had a six pack so I did 300 stomach crunches every night in sets of 50. Despite having a 7.5" x 5" cock, I was also convinced that my dick was smaller than average so I was betting it all on the six pack. I was unfortunately too shy to ask girls out and my six pack did not have them dripping off of me as I had planned, so I went through high school with virtually no play.  Finally, a bold girl confessed to me at a graduation party that she had been harboring a strong crush on me and we awkwardly made out in a papa-san chair during the festivities.  We were both Geminis and had just turned 18; she was only my second kiss I was somewhere in the low double digits for her. She was a beautiful short Latina girl with dark skin and straight black hair and a big ass (she was almost two of me wide). All of her shit came from Wet Seal...plaid jeans, halter tops with the built-in bra for her tiny titties, etc. I was over the moon.

That summer we would hang out and then neck at her parent's house, dry humping each other relentlessly. Despite her prior relationship experience she had never gone past kissing either and she was not about to rush into things, so these meetups in her bedroom never progressed past the friction phase.  The farthest we went at her house happened one glorious day when she felt me up.  We were on her twin bed; I was lying on my back with my arms behind my head and she was sitting up next to me feeling my abs with her hand over my t-shirt--the crunches paid off after all.  We had just been making out so my cock was rock hard and tucked up in my waistband of my jeans, poking out above the belt.  She encountered it and stopped, and then started at the top and began feeling down, cupping her hand and getting the outline. Her eyes started to bug as she worked her way along.  She laughed and snapped her hand away and said, "Oh my god, it's way too big!"

I figured because she was a virgin and had never felt a cock before that she would consider just about anything to be “way too big,” but from then on her interest was piqued. A week or so later we were at a beach with a few of her friends. I was sitting on a towel and she sat down between my legs and reclined against me. She was wearing a backless bathing suit and her skin on my bare chest plus the entry-level teenager PDA was more than I could handle and soon enough I started getting hard. I was freeballing in board shorts and my cock was in a weird position when she sat down, kind of tucked down against my inner thigh. I tried to adjust my sitting position and my cock sprung loose and started clearly moving in my shorts as it stiffened. Once it was hard I could feel it unmistakably pressing against her waist, it was thrilling for a virgin like me. She could feel it too because she stopped chatting with one of her friends and sat up to turn around and look at me. “Is that it?” she asked with those wide eyes again. I didn’t know what to say so I kegeled in response and my cock slapped against the side of my board shorts. Her jaw dropped. The friend she was talking to couldn’t see our interaction from her angle but she knew something was up because she started looking back and forth between us suspiciously. 

Like many summer romances, it ran its course and ended, but before it was over she gave me my first sexual experience.  We were hanging out with one of her friends and her friend’s boyfriend at the house of one of his friends.  We had rented a horror movie on DVD and were watching it on a bunk bed in his little brother’s room; we were on the bottom bunk sitting against a wall, the other couple was on the top bunk, and the boyfriend’s friend was sitting on the floor in front of us. The movie had barely started when unmistakable kissing noises began above us. The boyfriend’s friend (fifth-wheeling it in his own home) announced that he was going to go play computer games and he left the room and closed the door behind him. The two above us did God knows what making all sorts of quiet wet noises, meanwhile the girl and I alternated between making out and watching the movie.  About halfway through the film she became emboldened enough to feel me up.  We were sitting side by side under a blanket and her hand tentatively came over and started exploring my already hard crotch. After a minute she got comfortable and began lightly squeezing my dick through my shorts.  It quickly became too much to bear. I put my mouth right up to her ear and whispered, “do you want to touch it?” and she looked at me and nodded. I quietly unzipped, and then pulled my shorts and boxers down and laid my straining boner on my belly.  We both kept our eyes straight ahead on the TV while her hand found the top of my member and she started feeling her way the shaft, gripping it loosely.  She laughed silently and whispered, “Wow, it just keeps going.”  Holding me very gently with that same loose grip she started to move her hand up and down.  When the grip finally came it was too much, she was pulling my foreskin back too far on the downstroke and the handjob was basically painful, but I didn’t dare offer any pointers because I was excited that someone was finally touching my dick.

It only lasted for a few minutes because our host decided to return.  He knocked before he walked in and she stopped stroking me and took her hand away, leaving me with a pounding erection and my pants off under the blanket.  After the guy who’s house it was sat down again, I discreetly pulled my pants up and put myself away.  Later that night in my bed I furiously jerked myself off thinking about her telling me that “it keeps going” while she felt her way down my length.  It made me feel big, but at my core I again chalked it up to her being inexperienced: I was certain that as soon as she saw a real dick, mine would be a distant memory.  These days, however, I wonder if she ever thinks about it.