A few years back when I was in school, I was unusually self conscious about people seeing my dick through my pants. I kinda knew I had a hog on me, but that didn’t make me want anyone else to know. I was actually extremely anxious about anyone finding out for some reason, just felt like it would be embarrassing. I have a big softie so I used to go to school wearing loose clothes or hoodies that covered everything to avoid anyone ever seeing my bulge. But one day I was in class wearing the classic gray sweatpants (foreshadowing) and everything changed.

The classroom was kinda weird and had stools instead of chairs. Halfway through learning about Shakespeare or something, one of my classmates (a girl I kinda liked) was sitting a few desks over and kept smirking at me and making little subtle gestures at me. Me, being dumb as a pile of rocks, thought she wanted a pencil or something so I kept trying to pass down pens and paper and shit while she kept sending it all back. After the class ended I found her in the hallway and asked what she needed. She just kinda stared at me for a minute then pulled me aside. She whispered in my ear and told me that she could see my bulge the entire class from the way I was sitting. I froze cuz this was like my biggest fear, but then she seductively told me it turned her on the whole class and she couldn’t stop thinking about how unbelievably big it looked.

This made me feel very very strange in a way I hadn’t felt before, like realizing that there was a whole language I could understand but had never noticed. I just mumbled something probably incoherent and she headed to her next class, but not before telling me she hoped I would wear sweatpants to school more often. As she left she teasingly told me loudly across the hall full of students that she couldn’t wait to see my “enormous pet anaconda” in person one day. I stood in the hall slack jawed for a while trying to process what just happened and why I felt so unusual. I always felt like if a girl noticed my bulge, they would be disgusted or mad, but I had somehow never thought of the possibility that girls might actually have sexual thoughts of there own.

Needless to say, for an immature horny kid who also happened to be packing a piece, this changed everything. All the years of being terrified someone might see my package instantly disappeared and I decided that if I had something special then I shouldn’t be self conscious about it. I stopped wearing baggy oversized clothes and started wearing well fitting skinny jeans, tight shorts, and of course, lots of gray sweatpants that showed off my dickprint.

Over the next year, girls suddenly seemed very interested in me and I found myself having much more self esteem. I feel like this even bled into other areas of my life, though it might be subjective, but I made more friends, I felt more comfortable about how I looked, going swimming with friends, using urinals next to guys, hitting on girls, being sexual, and just talking positively about myself. Ever since then, all my friends know that I’m a bit of an exhibitionist who’s not afraid to be large and in charge. In the end though, I’ll never forget about the girl who started it all by letting me know that my big cock was something I should be happy showing off… and I certainly showed it off to her at her place that next week.