Most of Tom's life, he'd considered himself a bit of a dork. Sure, he had a full head of sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. All throughout middle school and high school, he'd always had a handful of girls who thought he was cute, but in his mind, he never measured up to the jocks in school, the ones the girls really lusted after. He was a little chubby, wore clothes that were too baggy, and rarely had the confidence to talk to a girl, much less volunteer a comment in class.
But his reluctance to talk in class was truly due to his stutter. He'd had it since he started to speak, and it had humiliated him for as long as he could remember. Only one friend had always made him feel comfortable with his stutter, and that person was Kayla, his next-door neighbor since he was a toddler. Beautiful, with cascading red hair and the face of an angel, she was a sight to see for most guys. She had also developed at an early age, and had possessed a pair of Double D's for at least four years now. But for Tom, she was just his buddy, a tomboy through and through. Their biggest connection had always been video games, and he found that when he and Kayla were in their zone, side-by-side on her living room couch and playing, his stutter completely disappeared.
In his senior year of high school, once he turned 18, Tom decided to start working out. He was sick of being the doughy "guy next door." He started running. He bought a weight bench and barbells. When he took his shirt off and examined himself in the bathroom mirror, he was a transformed man.
Two months after his birthday, his pecs were huge. He had a 6-pack. His biceps were sizeable. And he had actually managed to get the V-lines on either side of his abdomen leading down, which he had heard girls liked.
As he stood in front of his bathroom mirror on the morning of June 17, wearing a pair of gray nylon basketball shorts, he admired his progress. He was really a good-looking dude, and although he still had the physique of a young guy, and thus could be bulkier, his muscles were chiseled and defined.
His eyes took in his physique from head to toe. Something else was very defined. Tom's face flushed a deep red and he felt a twinge of embarrassment, even though nobody else was in the room. The shape of Tom's penis was extremely visible through his basketball shorts. He was slightly above average length-wise, a decent five inches when flaccid. But it had something unusual about it.
Tom had an abnormally fat head on the end of his dick. It looked like a sizable purple plum, with a well-defined ridge that poked out obscenely through his basketball shorts. His worst fear was that a girl would pull down his pants and laugh. His penis wasn't ugly, it was just ... a little unusual.
All of a sudden there was a loud knock on the door.
"Tom?" his mother shouted.
"W-What is it Ma?" he answered indignantly.
"Kayla just called. She wondered if you would pay her a visit to help her set up her new TV."
"O-k-kay. I'll be right over."
Faster than a lightning bolt, he sprinted across the two lawns, to be met with a wide open door and a beautiful smile, ear to ear. Every time he saw her, Kayla seemed to get prettier and prettier. Her eyelashes were abnormally long, almost enough to distract one from the outline of her breasts, the nipples of which could be seen clearly poking through her light-blue cotton tee like beacons leading a sailor to shore.
"Come in," she invited warmly. She had always been sweet to him, but was there an extra level of sweetness here today? The first time he'd ever met Kayla, when they were just little kids, he'd gotten butterflies in his stomach. For some odd reason, he was feeling them again.
"Sure," he said as he followed her into the living room. "You need some help?" Planted at the south-facing wall was a new 72-inch TV.
"Yeah, mom and dad are out of town until tomorrow, so I don't have a techno wiz to help me out," she said with an apologetic tilt of her head. "We'll need the DVD player too."
"No worries," he replied as he crouched down between the back of the TV and the wall. To be honest, it was the easiest installation imaginable - red to red, white to white, yellow to yellow, and then the AC. But he supposed she wanted him to be the Man in Charge, so he installed it swiftly and then stood up, faced her, and declared gruffly, "Okay, that should be it. Let's give it a go."
"My knight in shining armor," she said with a giggle. Okay, he wasn't imagining things: she was indeed being flirtatious. "Sit down next to me," she cooed as she patted the cushion on the sofa beside her.
They had done this a million times before. Sat side-by-side, played video games, watched lame cable. But something was different this time. He started to feel a little flustered as he sat down next to her, and that only meant one thing: despite every effort to combat it, he was gonna start stuttering again.
