SPH: The Formative Years Pt. 2

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I continue down memory lane in regards to my realisation that I don't measure up to most other guys in the penis department and a catalogue of humiliations confirming my under endowment. As I said in pt. 1 I spent my High School years girlfriendless even though I had a fair number of female friends. It seemed I was doomed to be forever "Just Friend" status never boyfriend material. After a frustrating first year of High School not garnering any attention from the fairer sex (at least not the desired kind) I was happy to see the arrival of summer. I would be free of the knowing smirks, giggles and occasional chastisements from the school girls and perhaps over the summer I could meet some girl oblivious to my shortcomings. There were more than a few girls about my age in my neighbourhood and of course plenty at the local pool. I thought I at least stood a greater chance in the wider social world as opposed to the microcosm of school. My confidence (what little there was) took a major blow on my first outing at the public pool closest to my neighbourhood. After a long frolic in the main pool I was attempting to pull myself up onto the deck but was hampered by some joker pulling on my trunks. In my struggle to escape to dry land before any damage was done I had to momentarily use both hands to launch myself onto the deck. This was enough for my as yet unidentified assailant to tug my trunks down to my ankles. I ended up on hands and knees then quickly raised myself so I could get covered up again. It was probably all over in seconds but time seems to almost stand still when in the spotlight. Immediately after rectifying this potential humiliation I saw that only a few feet away was a small group of girls (I recall their names to this day as they lived in my neighbourhood) Peggy lived one street over from me. Susan lived around the corner. Cathy lived 3 houses down and Janet was the girl next door. My laughing prankster? That vixen was Michelle. Michelle whom along with her older sister Penny just happened to go to my school. I highly expect she knew exactly what she was doing even if it may have been purely opportunistic. I felt even more humiliated than I did when I was exposed in front of the cheerleaders as related in part 1. Why? For a start these were girls I actually knew and they had seen my tiny penis at its absolute worst all shrivelled up to microscopic proportions and tiny shrunken balls to match. Perhaps they hadn't actually seen anything as in there was nothing to see unless they had binoculars or a telescope. It appeared I would have to search even farther afield if I was to successfully get myself a girlfriend before next semester. I had to suffer comments and giggles from several other girls in my neighbourhood that summer. The favourite seemed to be 'Hey Sexy!' Which would be just fine if it wasn't always followed by snickering. Of course I was the recipient of the infamous thumb and forefinger sign sporadically throughout the summer and on into my second year of high school. I soldiered on and did get a thick skin when facing base level signs and taunts. The more overt humiliations that befell me by accident or design were a different matter. If I actually had my SPH fetish back then it all would have been a tad more enjoyable but that was many many years away.