I guess the name just stuck. Right from the start of senior school the name had followed me round like a bad smell. Rather than being called my name, 'Nerd' was what they called me. 'Hey nerd!' they screamed, laughing and pointing. One day I found it emblazoned across my locker in huge letters. Looking at me, you can see why. I stand at about 5' 7'' with puny arms, like knots in cotton as my dad would say. I am as white as a sheet, having never gone beyond my home state. My glasses are round and deep, so my eyeballs resemble golf balls stuck on my pasty face. Corey Lavett was the very worst of them all. He stood 6' 6'', huge arms and a shoulder length locks of gold. A towering force, he was the school jock, chased after by every girl, admired by every teacher and held up as the example to which all other boys were to follow. They failed to see the cruel taunts that he led. I knew he wrote it on my locker, the stupid ass couldn't even spell nerd right. That didn't put Reese Hart off him. I had loved her from kindergarten. The most kind-hearted and warm girl you could ever imagine. She would always defend me in the yard. Yet as we advanced through college, she went over to the dark side. She would always be polite to me, but I could tell Corey loathed her for even looking at me. And she had grown to be a true beauty. She was tall and slender, with the tightest ass you ever saw and perfectly formed breasts. Her cheerleader costume revealed her legs, that seemed to go on forever. At times I am sure that her voluptuous lips were talking to me. What the hell did she see in that jerk? In my 18th year, just as I was about to leave my past behind and embark upon a new city, new people, new friends, I discovered my 'gift.' One of those late night countdown shows were on, something like the 'Sexiest D-List Moments' and on came that Tom and Pammy video. Well the women on there, and the men, would not shut up about Tommy's meat and what a stud he was. I hadn't really given it a second thought. I didn't do sport, my asthma prevented it, so I never got to see other guys. The video came up and I couldn't believe what I saw. A dick, yeah, and a nice one, but not the python I had been led to believe. I dropped my pants and pulled out my ruler. Floppy it was around 7 inches, soft and thick, yet firm and manly. It grew even bigger, eventually reaching the monumental heights of 9 inches hard and around 6.5 around. It dwarfed my hands and I found it hard to grasp it tightly. I stroked it and stroked it, nurturing it, proud of its stature and scared at the same time. The morning after, I left for school with a renewed sense of self-worth.