I thought my childhood crush was just some dork. Then I saw him in the shower.

So I had kind of a slutty semester last spring. Like 11 guys maybe 12. I stopped counting. My roomate thought I was such a slut. She loved it. Sometimes she was in the room pretendding to sleep. None of it was that great realy. Just guys from parties or tinder or a TA. They'd cum, I'd probably fake it, and then I'd be lying there thinking about whatever. Maybe the last guy.

I started thinking maybe I was just over it. Like maybe dick wasn't gonna do it for me anymore. Cool. Whatever.

Anyway I was staying with my mom's friend Maureen for the summer. And this guy Alex was staying there too. He's a friend of Maureens too or something. I actually knew him when we were kids like 15 years ago. We used to play together when our moms hung out. I remember telling my mom I was gonna marry him lol.

So he shows up and hes... fine I guess? I mean, cute. Swimmer. Kinda quiet but nice. weirdly shy. I mean, I kinda wanted things to be like when we were kids, but that's weird, I know.

But then I started hearing stuff. Maureen getting phone calls from the neighbors about him. Whispering about the "pool boy." I pretended not to listen but like. I heard.

Then I put it together... this was the Alex from the pool story. those girls who freaked about the anaconda in his banana sling. We all heard the story, but that couldn't have been my Alex?

And I thought that was weird. Like why would they laugh at a big dick?

Then, well... just now...

He'd been at some neighbors house all afternoon doing yard work. Came back all sweaty and gross. Maureen told him to go shower before dinner.

I'd left my bracelet by the bathroom sink after my shower so I went to grab it. Didn't think anything of the shower running... I mean, I had brothers at home. No biggie.

Right. No biggie...

I knew he was in the shower, but figured steam and all. Nope

He was washing his hair so couldn't see, but holy hell... I know why the girls laughed. They weren't being mean. It was complete fucking terror

His cock was hanging almost to his knees! It was soft and bigger than most of the hard-ons on pron-hub.

And it just swung there.

I couldn't breathe. My whole body went hot. Not like horny hot. Different. Like almost nausea, and my chest got tight and my brain just went fuzzy.

I was almost laughing myself... or crying... I don't know. But this was a different kind of cock. And I couldn't take my eyes off it.

I couldn't have been there long. He had his eyes closed, water running down his face. Didn't know I was there. I was just frozen staring at his cock through the glass like a fucking creep.

My hands were shaking. I had grabbed my bracelet, but I didn't have my bra in my hand... I must have left it in there! Jesus!

I didn't know what to do. I just sat on my bed trying to calm down. My thighs were pressed together so tight. I was so wet it was embarrassing. From looking at someone for like 30 seconds. Through foggy glass.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. The size of it. How it swung... anaconda was right. How those stupid fucking girls laughed at him when they should have... I don't know. They should have known what they were looking at.

I heard the shower turn off. Heard him moving around in there. Finding my bra probably. I wanted to die. I also wanted to go back in.

I ducked out to sneak down to dinner, but he was just coming out of the bathrooom... towel around his waist. He was hiding something under it... I could tell. My bra. I just kind of stared.

I said "Dinner's in five, loser" because apparently I turn into a 12 year old when I'm nervous.

I couldn't not think about it during dinner... and it was, like, right there in his shorts. There's no hiding that cock.

So yeah. 11 guys that semester. Not one of them made me feel like THAT.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen that summer. His room was 15 feet away. We were all planning on watching a movie that night... and chill.

Right... Chill.