First time poster, long time lurker. Feedback is welcome and appreciated. Terry Anderson was, in most ways, an ordinary high school senior. Well, graduate now. He was athletic, with broad shoulders and well toned pecs and arms from four years of lacrosse lacrosse (2 years varsity). His grades weren't stellar, but good enough to get him into a private college on a partial athletic scholarship. He was popular with the girls, but never seemed interested in dating or even sex, an unusual quirk that only made him more mysterious and attractive to the girls at Belmont High. It wasn't that Terry was gay... at least he was pretty sure he wasn't, though more than a few of the girls he turned down for dates would say otherwise, especially Alice Bertram, who asked him out and was turned down for senior prom twice. Terry actually thought Alice was extremely sexy. The memory of how she had pressed her perky breasts up against his arm when she practically begged him to go to prom with her the second time, flirtatiously promising that she would sneak in some liquor and that she was willing to go "as far as he wanted" kept him warm at night, and he could still feel the heat of her breath on his ear. No, Terry didn't stay away from the girls because he didn't like them or was too shy to talk to them. The real reason was something Terry never wanted to get out among the general population of Belmont in a million years; he had a very small penis. It was like... "COME ON, REALLY?!" level small. He'd been online, he'd done hours of research. He knew that the vast majority of nerve endings in the vagina were located within the first four inches, and that with proper technique, a penis didn't have to be very big to give a girl an orgasm. Terry would have loved to be that big. The most generous measurements performed under the cover of dark in his locked room came in consistently at around 2" fully erect, and a little thicker than his thumb. The guys on the team all knew. He'd showered with them for four years. They teased him about it constantly, but never with real malice. He was their best midfielder (the rest of the team thought it hilarious that he was "long stick") and their respect for his playing skills kept the jibes to a friendly minimum. Most of the time, he didn't think about it. His dick didn't have a big impact on the rest of his life as a whole and on average, high school had been a good time for him. Other times, he thought about it a lot. Especially now that it was only two weeks before the start of his first semester at Bradford.