As I've mentioned before on this board, because my penis is very large and of substantial girth, everyone in school called me "Donkey Dick," and they teased me relentlessly. I remember the girls would chant at me: "Donkey Dick/Makes me sick/No one wants/a donkey dick."
The boys were even worse. Some ones in my neighborhood would drag logs from the nearby woods to the bus stop, so that in the mornings they could lift up one end of a log and hold it to their groin and say "Ugh gross, now I'm a donkey dick too."
I never got any sympathy from the teachers. One of them, my math teacher, came up to me one day and stuck his face in mine while I sat at the desk trying to take a test, and he gritted his teeth at me and said "Hey Donkey Dick, I hear you have a real donkey dick. You like having a donkey dick? Huh, Donkey Dick? Must be nice, having a donkey dick."
I went home crying, and my dad knocked on the door and softly asked what was wrong. I let him in, and I told him everything, and he just sat on my bed in silence, and then said he knew exactly what I was going through. "You do?" I said. And he said that he too had a donkey dick, and that in school he'd been teased about it as well. I felt a bond with him then that hasn't gone away. He said that if it really bothered me, there was a camp I could go to that would show me I wasn't alone. I said I wanted to go.
It was a camp for kids like me, who had very large penises. We were all Donkey Dicks there. It was like finding out you weren't the last human living in an alien world. My cabin mates were like lifelong friends. We laughed, told jokes, went hiking and canoeing. One night we decided to have a penis length contest, to compare sizes, each of us hoping to be the smallest. I fell in about the middle, which wasn't the worst possible outcome. I still remember the look on the face of the boy who had the largest. It was a look of complete defeat. To be the largest among a group already singled out for largeness...I'll never forget that look.
Back at school, the taunts continued, but I endured them a little better, knowing I wasn't really alone in the world. They still called me Donkey Dick, still taunted me in the gym shower, still tried to pull me onto the gym floor during pep rallies to pull down my pants and expose me, until sympathetic teachers stepped in to save me. But I pressed on. And I got through high school. And when I accepted my diploma and they all chanted "Donkey Dick" at me, I just smiled and waved one last time to them.
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