***All sex in this story is between consenting adults over the age of 18***
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My name is Charles Edwards, I prefer to be called Chuck but most everyone calls me Soda. I hate that nickname. Why? Well, that is what this story is about.
I am an average guy in most ways. 5'11" tall and 170 pounds with brown hair and blue eyes. I am 26 years old and while I can't actually be classified as a virgin, I might as well be.
I had a normal childhood, my parents are still married, grew up in the suburbs, the youngest of three children. I was always a little shy and quiet, but had friends and socialized well once I got to know you.
I didn't know I was a little different until Junior HS. In the eighth grade the new Junior HS opened and my life has not been the same since. Our old building did not have shower facilities so we did not shower after gym class. That first shower after gym class changed the way everyone looked at me and treated me.
When you are young, boys don't have any reason to see each other naked. When I stripped down for that first shower after gym class, I knew I was different. My cock has always been really thick with matching large balls. How was I supposed to know that not everyone was the same size? It was not that long, a little above average at 7.5 inches, but my shaft was too thick to reach my hand around even while flaccid. When erect, it is larger than a soda can.
The comments started that first day, along with the nicknames. Horse, Meat, etc, etc. The one that stuck though, was SodaPop. One kid said it was thicker than a can of soda. Coincidentally, at that time we were reading The Outsiders by SE Hinton in English class. There is a character in that book named SodaPop Curtis, so everyone started calling me SodaPop. Over time, it got shortened to just Soda.
Word spread quickly through school and I became very "popular". You might think that is a good thing, right? Not to a kid who is naturally shy and certainly not for the reason I became popular. Everywhere I went I saw the looks and heard the comments. I became an oddity.
Through high school, I got plenty of offers for dates. Just about every girl in school wanted to see it for herself. I was just too shy and embarrassed to accept any of these offers. I knew these girls were more interested in my "equipment " than they were me. One girl always caught my eye though. I had known her since grade school but she was more shy than I was and we never got together. Her name was Cindy Parks. She was about 5'4" tall and around 130 pounds with very nice curves, but it was tough to tell because she always wore loose clothing. She had big brown eyes that she hid behind large framed glasses. She was in all advanced classes so we had few classes together. I always felt an unspoken connection with her, but we were both too afraid to admit it. I guess she and I were just not meant to be.
Things changed a bit after my 18th birthday. My mom wanted to throw me a party, but I had few friends. Her best friend Mrs. Simmons had a daughter, Cathy, who was a couple days older than me. They decided to throw a combined birthday party, so that I would have more people show up for my party.
Cathy and I had known each other for years because our moms were so close, but we never got along. She was pretty, outgoing, had lots of friends, and thought I was weird. She would go out of her way to torment me, until the size of my cock became known. Then she started showing interest in me, but I remembered how she always used to treat me. Plus she had a reputation as a slut. I don't know if it was true, but where there is smoke, right?
At the party, someone spiked the punch and things started to get a little out of hand before our mothers shut it down. After everyone had left, Cathy and I were helping clean up. We were both buzzed from the punch, and as we were putting the folding chairs away in the garage, Cathy kissed me. I was taken by surprise and pulled back from her.
"Why don't you like me Soda," she asked?
"Could be because you treated me like crap our whole lives," I replied.
"I'm sorry, I was a bratty kid. I have tried to be nice to you as we got older, but you don't want anything to do with me."
"I just figured that you wanted to get in my pants. See if the rumor is true, like all the other girls," I answered.
"Well, I must admit, I do want to see it but that's not the only reason. I like you, you're a nice guy and would like to know you better. As a matter of fact I was hoping you would take me to prom next month," she said as she batted her eyes.
I was totally taken back by that. "I figured you would have plenty of guys asking you," I said.
"Well yes, but I want to go with you."
So many thoughts went through my mind. I wanted to go to prom. I didn't know who else I would take. Cathy was very pretty. Was she only going because of my dick? Did I really care? Fuck it.
"Ok, will you go to the prom with me," I asked?
She smiled, "I thought you would never ask!"
So after that party, we started to date until prom. Cathy was a 5'8" blond with a lean athletic body. Not usually my type, I liked curvy brunettes, but very pretty.
We "made out" on our dates, kissing and fondling each other through our clothes but no further.
Prom was okay, Cathy looked beautiful and we had fun dancing. We spent too much time with her snobby friends instead of my friends. So when Cathy wanted to leave, I was ready. We had rented a room at the hotel where prom was held, so it was just an elevator ride away.
I had gotten some champagne and put it on ice earlier, so we drank some to calm us down. We were both nervous. We laid on the bed kissing and removing our clothes,
"Oh my god, it's true," Cathy exclaimed.
She started to stroke it with both hands and lick it. She was unable to fit it in her mouth, but tried her best. I was busy fingering and licking her too. Having no experience, I was fumbling around down there but Cathy seemed to enjoy it.
Finally, I positioned myself between her legs to fuck her. Cathy was guiding it in, rubbing the head around her lips. "Ok, go slow," her voice trembled.
I tried to push it in slowly, pushing the tip past her lips. As the crown of my head started to stretch her opening, Cathy screamed, "Stop!"
We adjusted positions a couple times but nothing worked. Finally frustrated, she jerked me off onto her tits. I ate her to a climax in return. While that was fun, it was very anticlimactic!
Of course, after prom Cathy dumped me. I wasn't surprised.
I hoped that things might be different in college, but of course some people from my high school attended the same college and spread the word about me. Before I knew it, people stopped calling me Chuck and I was Soda again.