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Researching Size
A Trevor Terringer Story

Trevor Terringer has had a fascination with dick size for the last half a year. It started during the summer, at a swimming pool birthday party at a
public pool. Most of the boys at the party were Trevor's age, 12 years old, with some younger and two at 13 years old. At the end of the party, all
the boys rushed into the changing room. There's a small shower room with six shower heads, two heads on three of the rooms walls. Ten naked boys
piled inside the small room, and did their best to rinse off, spending half the time pushing and shoving for the best position under a shower head.
Trevor didn't worry about rinsing off. He was scoping out every boy's dick. The boys younger than him, the ones who are 11, all looked small. The
two boys aged 13 have a bigger dick than Trevor does, and they had some hair. One of these older boys noticed Trevor was staring at him, staring as
the bigger boy is rubbing his dick and balls. "What are you staring at?" the boys asks, and Trevor turns around and leaves the shower room without
doing any rinsing off. Looking down, Trevor noticed his dick had gotten partly hard.

Right before school started in September, Trevor and his 11 year old brother Patrick, are taken to the doctor for a regular physical. Trevor and
Patrick both sit up on the exam table wearing only underwear. Mom sits in a chair in the corner.

"Do you want to stay in here or sit outside?" the doctor asks Trevor's mother, when it's time for the doctor to check the testicles.

"I'll stay in here," mother says.

"Okay boys. Stand up and drop your underwear."

Trevor is a little uncomfortable with the idea of exposing himself while his mother is still in the room. Brother Patrick also looks a little uneasy.
The two boys look at each other and lower their underwear at the same time, down to mid-thigh. Trevor sees why his brother was hesitant, he's showing a full erection, and he's very much embarrassed. The doctor wants to do Patrick first, asking him to cough. Instead of coughing, Patrick starts laughing. The laughing makes his penis bounce up and down and this makes Trevor start to laugh. It takes several tries for the doctor to get
a successful cough out of Patrick instead of a laugh, and the doctor has his fingers pressed against the testicle for a long time. Then it was Trevor's turn. Trevor is surprised to see his dick has risen to half-way erected. It's awkward to get the balls grabbed while his mother is watching, while showing himself halfway hard, but he's still happy that his half erection is bigger than his brother's full erection. Being a lot bigger than his younger brother is nice, but that's the way it's supposed to be.

A couple months later, Trevor is dropped off at the library, on a Saturday. He has to look up some stuff for a history report, but Trevor finds
himself browsing through books in a medical section. This section is little used and more isolated that other sections.

Trevor spots the word PUBERTY on the side of a book. He had recently learned that word. He pulls the book out and opens it up. Trevor is amazed
by what is in this book. He sees a page with pictures of a naked girl on it, same girl at ages 10, 12, and 13. Amazing how much difference from one
picture to another. Next page showed pictures of a boy, at ages 11, 13, and 14. The boy at 11 has a little dick and at 14 he has a big one.

The next page shows diagrams of the average sizes for boys who have nearly finished going through puberty, penis size typical of 13 to 15 years.
There are three drawing on the page. There is an outline of a five-inch penis, one of a six-inch penis, and a large one of a seven incher, which looks
massive when compared to the other two sizes. It says on the page the typical size for a young teenage boy is five to five and a half inches.

Five and a half inches. "Do I have five and a half?" Trevor asks, and he has to know. Is he of average size yet? Bigger? Smaller? Trevor puts the
book on the shelf. He looks around, then he unbuckles his jeans. Trevor lowers his jeans to half-way down to the ankles. He lowers the front of
his briefs, tucks the waistband down and behind his balls, to hold it in place. Trevor's dick is already getting stiff, doesn't take much stroking to
get it all the way erected. Trevor grabs the book again. He opens it up and places the page with the diagrams down below his penis. Trevor
moves the book till his penis is next to the diagram of the five-inch penis. "YES" he says out loud. He's bigger than five inches. Next the penis is
placed next to the six-inch diagram. "Damn" Trevor says out loud. It's not six inches, it's somewhere in between the five and the six. "Damn" he
says out loud again, and that is when Trevor hears the laughing. Trevor turns his head in the direction of the laugh.

A woman had come into the area and was standing right next to him. She is looking down at the book, at Trevor's penis hovering over the page of
the book. Trevor closes the book, slams the book shut, but he forgot to pull his penis back first. The book closes on Trevor's penis with a loud pop.
"Ow, shit," Trevor yells, and he drops the book. The book falls to the floor, leaving Trevor's erected and bruised penis out in the open. The woman
laughs again. Trevor yanks up his underwear, then bends down to yank up his jeans, and he can feel his face flushing red with his shame and
embarrassment.

"That must have hurt," the woman says, and she grabs Trevor's shoulder. Trevor looks up at her again. The woman is the same age as his mother, late thirty something. "Slamming that book on yourself like that could cause bruising. You'll need something cold on it. Come with me."
The woman steps out of the medical section of books, her hand gripping Trevor's shirt, and Trevor has little choice but to follow.

Researching Size
Part Two.

"Come with me," the woman says, as she holds on to Trevor's shirt. She pulls Trevor toward the front checkout counter.

"Please don't turn me in. I won't do that again. I won't ever come back here again." Trevor pleads with the woman.

Trevor can picture the scene.
His mother comes back to the library, is looking around the library and can't find him. She goes to the front checkout and says she can't find her son. "Are you Trevor's mother?" the lady at checkout asks. Mom is led to the office room and sees her son sitting in a chair, a police officer standing next
to him. The officer is filling out a report on a clipboard. "What did he do?" Mother will ask. "Tell her young man. Tell your mother what you did."
the officer will say. Trevor will begin explaining how he was in the medical section and was interested in a book on, on...and he won't be able to say the word PUBERTY. It will be too much, and he will start crying. It's not a very grown-up thing to do, crying in front of one's mother, but Trevor is still twelve years old. His thirteenth birthday is a month away.

But then the woman pulls Trevor right past the front checkout. She says nothing to the lady at the counter.

"Where are we going?" Trevor asks.

"To the bathroom. We'll need a little privacy. And what's your name?"

"Trevor."

"Trevor, you realize I should turn you in for what you were doing."

"Oh please don't. My mom will kill me." and Trevor believes what he says. Mom will probably pull a screwdriver out of her purse and jam it into
his earhole, killing him instantly, like when one needs to kill a zombie.

"Here we are," the woman says, as they approach the two bathroom doors. The woman steps up to the woman's door and opens it up.

Trevor isn't comfortable going in. It's been years since he went into the women's room with his mother, instead of going into the men's room by himself. He holds back.

"Either you come in, or we can go back to the checkout counter and wait for your mom to get here."

Trevor steps into the women's bathroom.

The first thing the woman does is lean down and scope out the area underneath all the toilet stalls. Then she pulls Trevor over to the far wall, next
to the last stall. "Pull down your pants. I need to check that you didn't hurt yourself."

"Really? Do you need to. It hurts, but doesn't hurt that much."

"Yes. You could have internal bleeding. You don't want it to swell up like a balloon. It could burst, then it might have to be amputated."

Trevor knows the word 'Amputated'. He's seen people with a missing arm or a missing leg. He's seen many a commercial on tv for wounded veterans, soldiers in wheelchairs with both legs missing. He knows the word. Trevor imagines lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by nurses wearing
masks. His pants and underwear are pulled down to his ankles, his shirt pulled up to his neck, exposing everything in between. He looks down at his
penis. It's swollen and extended. Blood trickles out of his peehole. A small flow of blood running down his dick and across his balls, blood pooling
between his legs. The doctor comes over. "If only you got here sooner. We might have saved it" and the doctor places a huge pair of scissors up
against the base of his penis.

Trevor unbuckles his belt and yanks his jeans down. The woman kneels down, places both her hands on Trevor's underwear, at the waistband. She starts to pull. She pulls down slowly. Trevor has time to look at the woman hair, which is blond and straight. She colors her hair. Trevor can see
it's darker at the roots. The woman's face is so close to his underwear, just several inches away, and her hands are on the waistband and pulling
them down. Trevor feels his penis swelling, and it happens quickly. He looks down and can see it pushing against the fabric of his underwear, his tighty whitey briefs. The underwear is pulled down further and Trevor's penis springs into view. He's at least half hard, and it nearly hits the woman in the face when it comes out.

"Yes, I do think we have some swelling happening here."

The door of the middle stall opens up. The hinges are slightly rusty, and the door makes a creaking sound. Both Trevor and the woman turn their
heads toward the door. A teenage girl comes out of the stall. She looks to be around fourteen years old, and she's wearing jeans and a pullover
sweater. The girl stops, surprised to see a boy with his pants and underwear down, the boy's dick sticking out with a woman kneeling down
before the boy. Trevor can see the surprised look on the girl's face. It's a pretty face. The girl has short black hair and wears glasses. It makes
her look smart and pretty.

"Oh, thank goodness there's somebody else here. I need your help." The woman motions for the teenage girl to come over.
"This boy got hurt in a sensitive area. My eyes aren't the best. Can you look at it and tell me if there is any discoloration and bruising?"

The teenage girl comes over. "What happened?"

"One of the other kids punched Trevor in the groin. It was probably meant to hit him in the balls, but landed high and smashed the poor boy's
penis."

The girl kneels down and examines Trevor's halfway hard penis. "It looks like it's turned red, and there's a line, kinda like a pinch mark?" the teen girls says, as she adjusts the position of her eyeglasses.

"I think the swelling will increase if we don't do something right away. But first we gotta get this boy into a stall, before someone else walks in.
This last stall will do." The woman stands up and she pulls open the door of the last stall. "Come in here Trevor."

Trevor steps toward the stall.

"What's your name?" the woman asks the teen girl.

"It's Melody," the girl says.

"That's such a pretty name. Can you help the boy get up on the toilet. Trevor, you are going to have to stand up on the toilet seat." the woman
says, and she pulls Melody toward the stall, to enter the stall after Trevor went in. It's cramped in the toilet stall with three people in it.

"Stand on the toilet? Why." Trevor asks.

"We can't have a bunch of feet showing in the stall. Not enough room for everybody to stand on the floor." The woman grabs hold of Trevor's arm. "Help me get him up."

Melody grabs Trevor, and working together, get the boy up and standing on the toilet seat. Not the easiest thing to do when the boy's pants and underwear are part way down. Trevor is facing the back wall of the stall. He turns around carefully, careful not to have his foot go down between
the sides of the toilet seat and have his shoe go down into the toilet.

"Grab the walls of the stall, Trevor, so you can maintain your balance," the woman says. And as soon as Trevor gets his hands placed along the top
of the stall walls on either side of him, the woman pulls Trevor's jeans and underwear all the way down to the ankles. The woman gives no
explanation as to why the boy's pants need to be all the way down. The shirt Trevor has on is a tight-fitting t-shirt. It doesn't even come down as
far as Trevor's pubic hair, which isn't that much hair.

"I looked under the stalls. Didn't see any feet, so I thought the room was empty. You surprised us when you came out, Melody." the woman says.

"I was checking my messages. Sitting on the seat and I put my feet up on the door. That's why you didn't see them."

"Could you do me a favor, Melody. I'm going next door. There's a sandwich shop and I want to get a cup of ice water. Could you watch him, make
sure he doesn't fall down?"

"Sure, I'll watch him. Trevor and I will get to know each other. Maybe he'll tell me what he did that got him punched in the penis," and Melody
places her finger at the reddest colored area on Trevor's penis and she pushes on it. Letting her finger go, the penis swings back and forth and this
makes Melody laugh. Trevor's dick swells up a little more. It's been throbbing ever since he slammed the book on it. It really does hurt. Trevor can
tell how fast his heart is beating. He feels every pulse as the blood rushes through it. Looking down at Melody's face, Trevor can tell that the girl
can see his dick pulsing with his heartbeat. With those eyeglasses on, and only a foot away, she can see every little detail

"I'll be back in a few minutes," and the woman leaves the bathroom stall. Trevor can hear the clickety clack of the woman's shoes on the hard
floor, can hear the bathroom door open and close, and he is alone in a bathroom stall with his pants down and his penis waving around and a teenage girl staring right at it.

"So, Trevor. Why did you get punched on the penis?"