Dr Wallace's Casebook 1

"But the fact your dick had turned him on was significant...?"

"Of course it was! I loved it! Maybe it's the result of a mid-life crisis or something, but the idea that my cock could be so appealing and cause so much interest... well... it's pretty flattering."

I smiled. "Did you develop an erection yourself?"

"Only afterward."

"Did you masturbate?"

He hesitated. "Yes."

I nodded. "Even so. What you're telling me so far is completely understandable."

He looked dubious. "But a bit weird all the same."

I considered that. "I suppose I'm not comfortable that you enjoyed exposing yourself to your students, but since both occasions were accidental and you were careful to hide the fact you enjoyed it from them, I wouldn't call what you did 'weird'."

He said, "But you can't tell me that it's not weird to be making love to your wife while at the same time you're getting turned on by the fact that those boys were so impressed by the size of your cock...?"

I shook my head. "I don't know if it is. Some men like to be the best among other men. You know, to have the fastest car, the biggest house, the most exotic holidays. There's an obvious sexual competitiveness underlying all of those. Maybe your pleasure at finding that you have the largest dick among other males is just a manifestation of that...?"

He looked unconvinced but nodded all the same.

I asked, "Is it always younger men who you expose yourself to, albeit accidentally?"

"Not always. The first few times involved lads because I work in a school, I guess. But once it got started, once the attraction of it had caught hold, it started happening in other situations. Situations I'd have found pretty unremarkable beforehand."

"Such as?"

"Well... I dunno..." He glanced distractedly around the room as though trying to spot something to jog his memory. "Erm... this isn't such a good example... but there was the camping holiday we went on with my wife's sister and her husband."

"What happened?"

"Dave and I had to share a communal shower – it was the way the campsite was set up. Well, Dave had a dick you could hardly see without a magnifying glass... I mean, when it was limp it just didn't even register."

He smiled and I said, "Go on..."

"Well, we had to shower together for the few days we were there. We'd just stand there, washing and chatting, with it all on display."

"And Dave threw you more than a casual glance?"

He laughed. "Too right! His eyes were out on stalks! I swear that by the third day he couldn't take his eyes off my cock!"

I smiled. "And you, I suppose, were more than happy to flaunt it?"

He laughed. "It had never been so thoroughly washed in its life! It was soaped down from every angle possible!"

"You put on a show for him?"

"Yeah... I suppose I did. I really enjoyed the fact his was maybe a couple of inches long while mine flopped against my thighs, halfway to my knees. That really appealed to me, so I guess I milked it."

"And how did Dave respond?"

"Well, for the first few days he just stared at it, totally fascinated, but on the last day he developed a hard-on. It wasn't huge, but it was a vast improvement on the limp version."

"Did he seem embarrassed?"

He smiled. "Of course he did! He kept trying to conceal it – you know, turning his arse to me – and then he left the shower with his shampoo positioned 'casually' in front of it."

I chuckled. "You enjoyed that a lot, I bet."

He smiled more broadly. "Yeah. After he'd gone, I got hard myself."

"And masturbated?"

He nodded. "Only while the coast was clear."

I asked him, "Can I try something? Let's say that Dave, after developing an erection, seemed perfectly comfortable with it. As if brothers-in-law showering together with hard-ons was the most normal thing in the world. How would you have responded?"

His reaction was instantaneous. "I'd have pissed off out of there."

"Why?"

"Because I'd have thought he was coming onto me."

I nodded. "I thought as much, but I just wanted to ask you."

"You still think I might be a closet gay?"

I shrugged. "It's a possibility, though it now seems very unlikely."

"The thought of doing anything like that with Dave," he said, "really turns my stomach."

"But the thought of him getting turned on looking at your dick does the opposite?"

He nodded slowly. "Very much so."

I tried, "If you knew that he masturbated thinking about your dick, what would that do for you?"

He shrugged. "To be honest, I kind of assume he does."

"And the boys in your football class? Do you think they do too?"

"Probably some of them."

I smiled. "Okay. Let's try something else. Everyone has a favourite fantasy they enjoy reliving the most. In relation to what we've been talking about, what's yours?"

He seemed to consider several possibilities for a few moments and then settled on: "I suppose it would have to be the staff-versus-students football match."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Well, not a lot, really. And like most of these situations, it just sort of came about by chance."

He paused, perhaps indulging himself a few lingering memories of what happened, and I waited for him to continue.

After a few seconds, smiling slightly, he went on, "It was more of a five-a-side game, really, so after the match there was just a handful of staff sharing the shower room with a few of the lads, mostly sixth-formers.

"The shower room was one of those open, communal affairs and I was really enjoying the fact that everyone was noticing my cock while trying to pretend not to. I was getting off on it a bit, and I allowed my cock to grow a little. Not enough to be obvious, but enough to look really long and thick while still hanging down. You know what I mean?"

I nodded.

He laughed, "The thing was like a third leg, but I just stood there, showering, as though I was totally oblivious to it; as if I hadn't even noticed that my cock was so much bigger than every other guy's standing around me!"

I smiled. "Go on..."

"Well, eventually, one of the lads saw me looking at him while he was checking it out, and so he made like he'd just spotted it. He cracked some joke about it; something about how I probably couldn't find a jock-strap big enough to hold it. Then the rest of them pretended that they'd only just noticed it and took a few minutes to stare at it, saying how big it looked."

"And how did you feel about that?"

"I liked it. I think I only felt embarrassed about the attention it got on the first few occasions people saw it. Once I'd got used to their responses, I could pretend like it was wasn't a big deal and just enjoy the fact they were staring at it."

"So what happened then?"

He looked back down at my desk, smiling slightly and clearly relishing the memory of what had happened. "One of the lads said that it looked a lot bigger than the cock of the guy who supposedly had the biggest in the sixth-form; this lower-sixth rugby player called Addams. Addams was apparently eight inches limp – they'd measured it in the showers after a match. You know what lads can be like. Mine was estimated – and not just by the boys, but a couple of my colleagues were interested enough to chip in – at being closer to ten."

"Were they envious of your size?"

He nodded. "I think there was a bit of that, but it was pretty humorous and good-natured."

He went on, "The best part – the part I like most – was when one of the other staff said that he'd always, up until then, thought of himself as being pretty well-hung. I don't know the guy too well – he's a newly-qualified Physics teacher, I think."

"What happened?"

"Well everyone laughed and then someone suggested that the two of us should stand up close to one another so that his cock was right next to mine. I didn't expect him to agree – after all, his cock was dwarfed by mine – but he did, and –"

"Weren't you afraid that you'd develop an erection?" I interrupted him.

He shook his head. "The situation was turning me on, yeah, but I was in control. I knew I could control it. I mean, if for a second I'd have thought I was going to get a hard-on, I'd have just made some joke about them being immature, or something, and got out of there to wrap a towel around myself."

I nodded. "Okay... so you got up close to him..."

"Yeah. That was the best bit. I mean, his cock wasn't small – I'd say maybe seven inches long or something – but next to mine, it looked pathetic.

"One of the lads – a tall guy with a cock of about three inches – said, 'Your football skills might not be the best, Mr Jones, but your knob beats the rest of ours hands-down!'

"And I grinned and then we talked about other stuff, while everyone kept taking sly glances at my cock."

"And what about afterward?" I asked.

He seemed puzzled. "We got dried."

"No – I mean, did you masturbate?"

He smiled. "Of course. When I got home. I still think about it... pretty regularly."

"Can I ask you something?" He nodded. I went on, "If you'd have been surrounded by naked girls and female staff in the showers that day, instead of males, do you think you'd have developed an erection?"

He laughed. "Of course I would have! Any guy would have!"

"Why?"

He looked at me incredulously, like the question was absurd. "Because they were naked women! What do you mean?"

"Would you have been aroused because they were impressed by the size of your organ?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I guess there'd have been a bit of that. But come on, doc, if you were placed in a shower full of naked women, it wouldn't be the size of your own cock you'd be focussing on, would it?"

I nodded. "But placed in a shower full of men, it is...?"

He shrugged like this whole discussion was pointless. "Of course. I'm not likely to get turned on by their bodies, am I?"

"So what you're saying is that it's the direct comparison between your organ and other men's that provoke so much interest in you?"

He nodded. "And the fact they're impressed by it."

"And aroused by it?"

He smiled. "I guess I like that too. Or maybe my self-esteem does."

"Are you ever tempted to expose yourself to women?"

He shrugged. "Not really."

"But you've recently started doing it – deliberately – with other men?"

I could see he wasn't happy to admit to that. "It's not always deliberate – like I said, usually –"

"But sometimes it is?"

"Occasionally."

"At school?"

He shook his head. "I'm not as careful as I used to be about hiding my body – I'll grant you that. I mean, take the staff-versus-student football match – a few years ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of showing myself off like that. But I don't deliberately expose myself at school."