Some people just have it. I'm one of them. I grew up being called 'Ricky Dicky' and it was annoying as all fuck. When I was an early teen, I got into some scuffles because some people just don't know how to shut their fucking mouths. I grew, in many ways. I became 6'2" and 200 pounds of muscle. I was a gym rat. Most people shut their mouths after the first few bouts of fisticuffs and left me alone. I was a quiet guy; loved my sports, loved my books but wasn't very outgoing at the time.
One day after a lacrosse game, I was in the showers washing the sweat and grime off of me.
"Ricky Dicky" took on a whole new meaning for those guys. At 18, I was very well developed. I didn't know it, didn't have anything to compare it, too. But I know now that I was 'hung' and the team found out that day in the showers. 'Ricky Dicky' wasn't a way for people to pick on me, when they saw my heavy, limp, uncut cock with heavy balls, my legend grew over night. Once I heard the gasps, and noticed the other lads pointing to it and whispering to themselves, it dawned on me, that I had a big cock. I had no interest in dudes, but noticed the rest of them in the gym showers were, at best, half my size.
That night, I lay in bed. Touching myself, stroking my meat. It took time for my heavy dick to fill up and get completely hard. I'd stroke my cock and the extra layer of skin felt so good on my bulbous head. Like the rest of my body, my dick looked like it worked out. It had a big pumping vein on the underside and many smaller veins off of it. I stroked myself.
Thinking of the girls on the vollyball team that shared the bus ride back with us. I thought it would be hot to have them with their knee-pads on sucking on my cock. I stroked harder, thinking of Jessica, the captain of the team sucking it, with her brunette hair bobbing up and down. Drooling on my cock, gasping for air.
I shot my load all over my stomach.
After the weekend, school was different. It was late Spring and I, along with my peers, were ready to graduate. I was still a virgin, still a bit of a nerd but, I was well muscled and well equipped.
I'd start catching people in groups looking at me differently, even my close friends, my Dungeons and Dragons friends, would give me weird looks and when I'd ask 'What?' they'd all say nothing. I couldn't tell if I was a mutant, and my super power was to have a big dick.
Even Jessica was looking me up and down. She was maybe a big b-cup and she had an athletic build, long, limber and she was looking for a date to prom. Had I known I'd get looks from the girls I had crushes on, I would have run around the halls naked!
"Ricky-" She cut herself off, "Rick, what are you doing for Prom?" I blushed. What could I do? I stammered, "I, ah,... well, I was going to skip..."
"You don't have a date?" She asked, smiling.
"Um, well, no." I said, nervous, my eyes looking at my shoes, my face red.
She leaned in a step closer. My cock was slowly growing.
"Would you go with me?" He deep brown eyes looked up at me.
"Of, course, Jess. I'd be delighted."
Her hand reached out and touched my forearm. My smile broke out and she beamed at me and turned. As she did, her hand dropped and brushed against my turgid member. Almost with her trying to pinch it.
She shot me a devilish smile and looked back at me. I quickly dropped my backpack in front of my huge pants-tent.
The bell rang and I went to practice. Then home.
I showered and stroked again to Jessica. She might be using you. The thought turned me on. It made me more rigid. She wants to use you for your big dick. I told myself. That's okay, I had years of sexual frustration. It was time to feel like a king. No better way to end high-school.
A week later, it was prom. Jessica had the b-cups looking bigger, and deeper. Jessica did have a bit of a reputation as being easy and that thought made me harder. I didn't know what do to, I was suddenly very anxious - but maybe her being a bit slutty, I thought at the time, would be good for me.
We actually had fun, even with my two left feet. I hadn't been to a dance before, let alone a fancy one. It was the last dance, it was a slow dance and she had been grinding up and down on me all night long. My big balls had churned a lot of cum, she kissed me on the dance floor. First lightly, then hard and then she pried my mouth open with her slithering tongue and french-kissed me deep. My first french kiss!
"I don't want the night to end, Jessica." I said. "This has been so much fun."
"The night isn't over... I have the keys to my parents cabin on the pond. Care to join me?"
She grabbed my hardon, and led me out by it. I helped her into my old Jeep and buckled her in. She nibbled on my ear as I did so. That was then I told her.
"Jess, I know you've heard some things about me -"