I struggled to find a start to my story without just blurting the fact out: I'm a man who is extremely well-endowed.
My name is Nick, and I'm an athletic man with dark blond hair. I'm twenty-eight now, but my stories really start when I'd just turned eighteen.
I will eagerly admit that I'm a confident man. Cocky? Sure. Why wouldn't I be, though? I'm handsome, wealthy, and hung. I think there's a certain amount of egotism that comes with having a big dick and the ability to fuck any woman you want. I am who I am, and I love it.
But I wasn't always like this.
It's hard to believe that only ten years ago I was a virgin and, just as bad, a nerd. I never got laid, and neither did any of my few friends.
I supposed I didn't really like myself very much at that point. I was like the moth before it becomes a butterfly. I never got to go to any of the cool parties, the popular guys hated me, and the girl of my dreams was desperately out of my league.
What a stereotype: I was the nerd in love with the head cheerleader. Beautiful, blonde, petite but busty, and everything else that a head cheerleader is expected to be. I knew her name was Amy, and I was pretty sure she didn't know mine.
To keep my story concise, I'll tell you that I worked up the nerve to ask her to the homecoming dance one morning before first period and she laughed in my face. She was already going with a guy named Rick—I don't remember his last name any more, but he was popular, a star football player, and a serious asshole.
The way rumors spread, everyone knew about it by lunch hour. I'd asked a girl to the dance and she laughed at me. Now everyone else was laughing at me with her. Needless to say, I was devastated and humiliated.
There was another rumor spreading around the school: Amy, the girl that I wanted more than anything, was going to give her virginity to Rick on the night of the dance. This guy that hated me was going to claim the thing I wanted most.
I felt like I only had one thing going for me in my life: my dick. I wasn't stupid; I knew it was way bigger than the other guys'. Every day after school I would go home, whip out my monster and jack off, fantasizing about that big-breasted cheerleader who hated my guts—in hindsight it sounds like such a pathetic sight.
The moment my life changed was only a week before homecoming. It truly was a life changing event, and it was the same basic scene—me stroking my cock in my bedroom after school.
I was still dressed in jeans and my t-shirt, but I was unzipped and had my erection pulled out of my pants. I was slowly working both hands up and down my shaft and thinking about Amy in her cheerleader outfit.
I was rock hard and throbbing, when all of a sudden one of my only female friends walked into my room.
She gasped and dropped her books.
I gasped and dropped my dick.
Embarrassed, I covered up my lap as quickly as I could with a towel that I had next to me which ended up creating an almost comical tent in my lap. A girl had just caught me masturbating.
Her name was Mindy. I don't see her very much anymore, but we still talk occasionally to this day. Like me, she was a Senior. She wasn't popular, but she wasn't really a nerd like me, either. She did sort of dress the part, though. Mindy was a rail-thin brunette with long, straight hair. She was pretty, but in a very plain way, and wore thick glasses. She almost always wore knee-length skirts with long socks, sort of a faux-school girl look.
Mindy was one of my closest friends. We truly were "just friends", and I told her everything. Well, almost everything.
