Page 1 of Rush

CHAPTER ONE

William Rush Anders stared at himself in the full-length mirror of his bedroom and cursed under his breath. He removed the jeans and tossed them on the floor, then reached for another pair.

“Rush! You’re gonna be late for your first day of school!” yelled his mother. She turned to Noah, frowning. “Noah, go speak with your son, please. I have to get to the big house and meet with Mama Irene about the fall décor.”

“I’ll speak with him,” he grinned. He kissed Tru, leaning her backwards with a passionate embrace. “I love you, woman.”

“I love you, man.” She giggled as she walked out the door. Noah turned, walking down the hallway toward his son’s room. It was cracked open, but he could see the pants tossed on the floor and his son becoming more and more frustrated. Tapping the door, he opened it and stepped inside.

“Rush? Is there a problem, son?”

“Nothing fits, Dad. Nothing! It’s my senior year. The biggest year of my school career, and none of my blue jeans fit!”

“What is wrong with them?” asked Noah.

Rush pulled on a pair of the pants and then pointed downward in frustration. They were at least three inches too short. Then he pointed toward his groin, where the outline of his balls and dick made Noah squirm. The jeans were definitely too short-waisted for his son, causing discomfort for him.

“They’re pathetically short, and the crotch is killing my balls,” he frowned, pulling on the jeans. “I can’t go to school like this, Dad.”

“Okay, okay, just relax. Someone will have jeans that fit you, or maybe you can wear a pair of mine for today.”

“Dad, it’s getting harder to hide,” he said with frustration, plopping into his chair. He shoved his thick blonde hair back from his face. Noah looked at him, confused, then realized what he was talking about. “I know you’re big, Dad. I’ve seen you in the shower or changing to swim at the lake or the pond. But I’m really, really big. I don’t know why guys think this is awesome like I deserve some prize. It’s annoying and hard to hide. No girl is ever going to want me.”

Noah tried to suppress the laughter bubbling in his chest. He knew others had experienced the same thing, himself included. Remembering that Eric was in the office now, he texted him and then sat with his son.

“Try these,” he said, handing him a pair of his own jeans. “We bought all of those at the beginning of summer, right?”

“Yes. But that was almost three months ago. Apparently, my body is kicking into overdrive or having some sick growth spurt. It’s not funny.” Rush looked as though he might cry. He pulled on his father’s jeans and nodded at him. “They’re a little big in the waist, but I can wear a belt. Thanks, Dad. I’m sorry I got so panicked.”

“Good morning,” said Eric, standing in the doorway.

“Morning, Eric,” said Noah and Rush.

“Everything okay, Rush?”

“No, and I guess I know why my dad texted you,” he blushed.

“Rush, your dad and me, and several other guys here have had a similar issue. Did you know that I almost refused to marry Sophia Ann because I was worried I would hurt her?” Rush shook his head. “It was the dumbest thing I almost ever did. The size of your manhood doesn’t define you as a man, Rush.”

“Yea, well, other guys think it does. Do you understand what it’s like to change in the locker room with everyone else and have them all stop and stare?” Noah raised a brow at his son.

“Actually, I do,” said Eric. “When I joined the military, we were all required to shower together in open shower stalls. Guys gave me all kinds of nicknames. Part of the test of becoming a man is learning to ignore those names. Your name is Rush Anders. Not big dick Anders or anything else.”

“Eric, how can I possibly ask a girl out? I can barely look at girls without my dick having a mind of its own and going crazy! There’s no girl that can survive me,” he said.

“That’s kinda cocky, Rush,” smirked Eric. “You’re probably about my size or your father’s or my father’s.” Rush stared at him, frowning, then lowered his trousers.

“Oh.” Noah and Eric said it at the same time.

“Yea, oh.”

“Okay, so you’re a little bigger,” frowned Eric, “but it still doesn’t mean you can’t have a meaningful relationship with a woman. You’re just a senior in high school, Rush. You don’t have to have sex now. Wait until you meet a woman that can truly handle you, and you can handle her with patience and kindness. As adults, you’ll be able to have the conversation much easier than as eighteen-year-old kids.”

“Please. Please, tell me you won’t tell the others about this. Please, Dad. Don’t tell Mom about it.” He was nearly in tears, shaking his head.

“Rush, I would never divulge such a thing to your mother or any other person here without your express permission. You are a fine young man, Rush. You are intelligent, strong, handsome, and kind. If your worry is that you would hurt a woman, you will not. I know. I have had women who were unable to accommodate my size, and I immediately stopped, despite many giving their encouragement for me to continue. I have no doubt you will do the same.”

Rush stared at the two men, nodding. He knew they were right, but when he got hard, damn it was painful.

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