Apologies in advance for the generic title and the occasional dropped letter. This is not planned out with a big story arc, it will just tootle along as I see fit and any suggestions or criticism is welcomed. So we begin. Chapter 1 Blake Ashton was daydreaming as his German teacher droned in the background. Now I can imagine what you think this German teacher might look like, some fat sleazy man maybe with a comb over, and you are wrong. Miss Annicka Overholt was young, late 20s tops, with cropped black hair, spikey, maybe three or four iinches long. She always wore tight jeans and form fitting tops, not exposing anything but it hugged her figure. This figure was what Blake was dreaming about. She was the most attractive teacher at the school, to the boys at least, and every German lesson Blake would settle in and think about what the two of them could get up to. "Oh Annicka" he softly sighed as the bell rang and brought him crashing back to reality. Apart from German, Blake enjoyed lunch. He always had it on the same bench with his close circle of friends, the closest of which was called Boris. Boris is as you imagine him, short, a little dumpy, longish tousled dirty blonde hair and the obvious comedic sidekick to Blake. "Blake," began Boris in a plot progressing way, "how big is your penis?". Nobody in the group batted an eyelid as the internet had desensitised them and they all spoke of taboo and sometimes disguting things. Penis size was so passe. "You know me," replied Blake, "I am Mr. Average. Average height. Average build. Slightly above average intelligence. Average looks and so..." "Average penis" finished Boris. And so the rest of the day passed and we wind up in the evening with Blake naked and looking at himself in the mirror. He had never been obsessed with penis size but Boris' question had sunk into his mind. If he was to go through life as the typical Mr. Average then he needed to find a way to set himself apart. Why not penis size? The internet became his guide. Over a few hours he absorbed all the information he could find, from seemingly useless pills to time consuming stretching and weight hanging. Supplements and surgery and chemical application, he got to know a litte of everything (but became a master of nothing). He checked the clock. Half two in the morning and he had school in the morning. He stood up, walked back over to the mirror and looked himself in the eye. He grabbed a ruler from his desk and measured himself. 3.5 inches limp. He sat back at his computer and found some porn. It was a leggy blonde being fucked by a black guy with a huge dick. "Damn" said Blake aloud for no reason other than nobody had said anything in a while. He had been subconciously rubbing himself while watching and found himself erect. Blake grabbed the ruler again and watched the numbers roll along to the heady heights of 5.7 inches. Average. He had an average wank, shot an average load and went to bed. Where he was tormented.