Melvin was the class geek. Skinny, pale, messy hair, bad clothes, big Coke bottle glasses, and most people agree that those are his BEST qualities. He also didn't have much along the way of penis size, it being 6x4 when erect. Sadly, this was actually the SMALLEST dick in the locker room after gym class. Even the foreign exchange student from Japan, Hoshi, had a bigger one than him, as a surprising 9x6. But no one was bigger than Marcel. Marcel was tall, dark, handsome, muscular, well-endowed... hell, it'd be a lot easier to say that he was everything that men wanted to be and everything women wanted to have. He stood 6'6", broad shoulders, thin waist, thick legs, huge biceps, pulsating pecs that were positively coated in thick manly chest hair which led to and covered his near-10-pack abs, and between his legs... a soft dick that was about 9 inches long and about just as big around, which ballooned to 13x9.5 when erect. And... Marcel was an asshole. He bullied everyone, and everyone worshipped him like a god, though no god ever worshipped could hold a candle to him. He had the hottest girl in school, Tania, as his girlfriend and constantly cheated on her, and then made sure everyone knew about his conquest. He ruined many women for other men. And then made sure that women knew that they were just a cheap thrill, breaking hearts and destroying marriages. Not to mention stealing virginities. But one night, after a nasty fight she breaks up with him. "I'm through with you, you asshole!" "Fine, go ahead! I don't need you, anyway! I can replace you, you stupid cunt! And good luck finding a guy that can fuck you like I can... oh, wait! HE DOESN'T FUCKING EXIST YOU DUMB FUCKING WHORE!" And he just kept running and running, when she ran right in front of Melvin on his bike. He flew a bit when he hit her, and despite the deep gash on his head, only wanted to know one thing... "Tania, are you okay?" She looked dazed and barely conscious. Luckily, his house was nearby. He was nowhere near strong enough to help her up, but somehow managed to push his bike with one hand while keeping Tania propped up against his shoulders. As soon as he could, he ditched the bike in the yard of his house and brought her inside. He laid her on the couch and asked her again. "Tania, are you okay?"