Jack sighed as he continued to walk to practice. Caleb ended up having to cancel - a family emergency came up pretty much as soon as they had left the sporting goods store, so it was just him walking to the school gym.
As Jack walked, he thought about his cock. He felt blessed to have it, but at the same time, slightly cursed. Erections at school were always a nightmare, he thought with a smile. But there were bad memories too. Kids made fun of the obvious outline it created and many were afraid he was a sex-driven monster - a slave to his enormous cock.
In some ways, that was true. Jack had actually lived a fairly normal life up until third grade or so. That year, Jack had started to sexually mature, much earlier than other boys. Jack had first realized something was different when his mom took him into the doctor for his routine checkup. The doctor had made a remark regarding his size - he was in the 90th percentile range for his height and weight for his age. Ditto for his cock.
The doctors came back with a diagnosis of premature/early puberty and good genes. They offered blockers, ways to delay Jack's sex hormones from affecting him until the normal time for other boys. But his mother refused. He must learn to love himself, she said.
As a result, Jack's early growth continued at a rapid pace, for a few years. He reached his peak amount of growth in 5th grade, growing to 5'6" despite only being 10 years old. His cock and balls kept up a similar development, already reaching the normal full grown length of 6 inches. In 6th grade, he grew a couple inches taller to 5'8", which still made him very tall for an 11 year old. His cock grew right along with him, hitting the 7.5 inch mark by the end of the year. Despite the obvious size disparity both on the surface and under his then-shorts (other than his bike shorts, Jack preferred long pants for obvious reasons), his mother refused to medicate Jack to slow or stop his growth.
7th grade marked a landmark for Jack. He grew only an inch more to 5'9", and his cock inched its way to 8". What really grew were his balls. In fact, 7th grade was the only real year they grew, Jack recalled. They started the year at ping pong ball size. By the time December rolled around, they were the size of small eggs. By the time spring break came they had graduated to the size of large eggs and were becoming hard to hide. And by the time he finished the year, his balls had become the size of baseballs.
Speaking of hard... it began to happen. On a regular basis. After December, Jack's balls hit a point where they suddenly were able to power his enormous (well, relatively at the time) cock. No warning was given at all. This was demonstrated rather rudely in 7th grade math class when Jack accidentally shot his load straight out of the leg of his shorts while fantasizing about the girl sitting in front of him. After that, he always made sure to have underwear.
The summer between 7th and 8th grade was even worse for Jack. With no warning in July, his cock decided to grow much thicker. He didn't even gain a single inch, Jack knew from almost daily measurements. But his cock nearly doubled its thickness by the time school rolled around again in August. In particular, Jack remembered trying on pants from the end of 7th grade when he was starting 8th. They simply didn't zip up over the tube of flesh attached to his groin. In the end, Jack had to wear loose sweatpants to school for the day.
Eighth grade didn't get much better after that. Jack surged upward that year, growing a couple more inches and passing 6 feet tall. His cock grew similarly. He remembered being amazed as it passed double digits, reaching 10 inches of length. Jack snorted, glancing down at the comparatively enormous bulge in his bike shorts. He had been excited.
Jack's height growth seemed to taper off after that year, but his cock never stopped. Despite leveling off at 6'2" in ninth grade, Jack's cock continued to continue growing at a fast pace. By the end of freshman year it had passed a full foot long soft. Jack became known as "The Blessed Boy" and "The Angel" among other guys. Since then, it had settled into a more predictable growth pattern of 2 inches a year. While at least it was manageable with the right clothes, Jack still wondered what would happen in the future, if it continued to grow, and when would he have it removed via surgery if it got to be too much?