Prologue ========== Matthew was not what some would consider the paragon of male virtue. He stood a flabby 5 feet 4 inches tall and was without any of the bodily hair that is usually associated with manhood. No matter how much Matthew exercised, he always had flab around his belly and no noticeable muscle definition on any of his frame. His voice had only slightly decreased in pitch since he was a boy. His least manly characteristic was his actual manhood, which at his age was age of 18 was extremely embarrassing. (Since there are those that are reading this story just for the measurements his erect length was a full 3 and 3/16 inches and his girth was 3 inches even, with his flaccid measurements being one half of the erect ones). Sometimes Matthew even wondered if Mother Nature was intentionally cruel, but secretly knew Fate was cruel to him on purpose. Matthew it seemed was destined to be the plutonic best friend of the most beautiful girl in three counties, Sara. Sara and Matthew met ten years earlier, when Sara moved into the house across the street. She and her father had come from Baltimore after the death of her mother to cancer. Matthew’s concern for Sara had been heartfelt and genuine and Sara had needed a good friend. Ever since that first day they had been best friends, especially since Sara thought of Matthew as her adorable little brother. This had made things tense for Matthew in the last couple of months. Matthew had wanted to fuck the living daylights out of Sara for the past year, but he was definitely not her type at all. Sara tended to go for the dashing, well built, well endowed type of guys. It was no secret around town that Sara intentionally dated guys who were well proportioned. Matthew even found himself daydreaming that he would become the type of guy that Sara would date, but as his 18th birthday had come and gone last month he knew he would never have the physique of Adonis, nor would he be hung like John Holmes. To add insult to injury, the window in Matthew’s room looked straight into Sara’s. When both windows were open a curious reflection of sound allowed him to hear everything that happened in Sara’s bedroom. He has spent many a sleepless night listening to the sounds of Sara’s latest beau fucking Sara with their oversized man hoods. Sara would shout their names, telling them how wonderful it felt as their cocks probed every surface of her tight, wet pussy. She would exclaim that they were the best lay she had ever had and that she was splitting in two with every thrust. Matthew would hear as the bed springs squeaked slowly at first, but building in momentum until it reached a fervor pitch. It would then slow down as the latest beau blew their load and rolled off of Sara content with their achievement. He would then hear the lamentable sigh that inevitably escaped Sara lips, as she realized that her latest beau had failed to bring her to orgasm. This sound made Matthew yearn to have a large cock that he could use to pleasure Sara until she came; to his knowledge none of her beaus to date had ever made her cum. Matthew knew that he would never have a large enough cock and had resigned himself to living vicariously through the plethora of suitors that called on Sara. But what puzzled him the most was his lineage and his lack of physical attributes. His father was a paragon of male virtue and virility: standing six feet four inches tall, with broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, jet black hair, blue eyes, and a physique that most closely resembled statues of Adonis or Heracles. If his father was built like a Greek god then his mother was the goddess at his side. Matthew’s mother stood five feet, then inches tall, with an hourglass figure, with measurements 36DD-24-36, jet black hair, blue eyes and a year round tan that showed no tan lines. Unfortunately, Matthew seemed to not have inherited any of his parent’s physical traits. But, with his parents’ recent death on his 18th birthday he had inherited everything else and his great-aunt Agnes had moved in to the house to administer the estate.