The Big Jerk Terry Thrush gambled. Terry was not especially nice. In fact, more often than not, he was a cocky jerk. But he was, for most of his high school career, big man on campus, popular if not necessarily beloved. He had achieved his full height of 6'3" before eighth grade, and some of his confidence certainly came from that. He was tall and well built, a star athlete in soccer, swimming, and baseball. And not surprisingly, he had the hottest girlfriend in the school, Sophie Bloch, who was model tall and model gorgeous, with a body that was a traffic hazard when she walked down the street. But lately, he'd noticed Sophie seemed to be paying a lot of attention to Matt Shipman. Nothing incriminating, just a held glance when Matt passed by in the hall, a subtle sense that Sophie stood up a little straighter when Matt was nearby. This bugged Terry, because Matt had been a victim of Terry's bullying years before, when Terry was his full 6'3" and Matt was only maybe 5'9". But Matt had grown the past three years. A lot. Now as a senior, Matt stood an imposing 6'6", and that didn't sit well with Terry at all. And as Sophie herself had recently hit six feet and was now slightly beyond that, and commented casually one day that she could no longer wear her highest heels around Terry well, for the first time, Terry wasn't feeling entirely overconfident in his relationship or his dominance at school. Terry had noticed something else about Matt: he'd never seen him in the showers. In fact, he'd never seen him out of his underwear. Once he realized it, he noticed just how much Matt avoided any frontal nudity at all. He didn't even use a urinal to pee, he used a stall! And the more Terry thought about it, the more the thought delighted him. Poor Matt was embarrassed by his tiny tool! "What's he hiding?" Terry sneered as Matt went into the stall one day. Vince, another boy, chimed in. "You know, dick size isn't related to height." "Oh yeah," snorted Ned, who at just 5'5" was the shortest guy in the room. "His hands are twice as big as mine, he wears a shoe I could live inside, but his schvance is no bigger than mine." "It's true!" Vince insisted. "I read about it on the internet." "Have you ever seen it?" Terry asked, rhetorically. "I don't look for it, queer." Terry's glare made Ned regret that response. Vince added "Come to think of it, he never showers with us, does he?" A smug smile spread across Terry's face. "Have you ever seen him with a girl? No. Why not? Because the guy's got a tiny prick!" Vince shrugged. "He's always been nice to me. Why make a big thing?" But Terry was having none of that. Matt stepped out of the stall in boxers and a T-shirt. "What are you hiding?" Terry remarked. Matt shrugged. "What do you mean?" Terry shot back "What, do you think we're gay? Can't let us see what you've got?" Matt didn't even respond as he continued to walk past Terry. This infuriated Terry. Just because Matt was a few inches taller than him, he just ignored Terry? And so Terry gambled. As Matt tried to brush past him, Terry reached for the waistband of Matt's boxers and in one quick move, yanked them down to his knees. Terry gambled. And lost. Big time. Because what he saw -- what all the guys in the crowded locker room saw -- was the biggest flaccid penis any of them had ever seen! It was completely soft, yet it must have hung down at least seven inches, and from its hang it looked solid, too. Several of the guys let out an involuntary gasp. Terry was momentarily silent. But he had to deal with it somehow, so he did it in his default way: obnoxiously. "No way that thing gets hard," he spat. Matt had had enough. "When I want to get hard, I think about Sophie. I think about the look on her face if she ever saw what I've got." With that, his enormous cock started to grow even bigger. It started to angle up very slowly as it quickly extended itself another inch. "I can picture her eyes growing wider," he said as his eight inches swelled toward nine. The other guys watched, mouths agape, as it got impossibly bigger. "I can picture her licking her full, red lips. I can picture her nipples hardening as her big, round breasts heave with her heavy breathing." Now his meat was approaching double digits, pointing straight out and showing no signs of stopping. "It's too big!" Terry shot back, angrily but a bit desperately. "No woman can take that." Matt smiled. "I can give you the names of five women from this summer who would very happily report otherwise. Three were our age, one was 28, and one was 37. They call a lot, they like to watch me stroke it on IM. The 37 year old came to visit a couple of weekends ago. It was a good weekend." Ned grabbed a spiral notebook out of his locker. The paper in it was 8.5" x 11". He held it, lengthwise, next to Matt's expanding cock. The paper was only slightly longer but it didn't take long for Matt's humongous member to extend past the eleven inch mark. "Holy shit," Ned muttered in awe. "Don't worry," Matt assured everybody. "It'll stop growing soon." The assurance was small relief for a group of guys whose male egos had suffered a permanent blow. And even "soon" was a relative term, as Matt's dick swelled at least another inch before finally topping out past the foot mark. "The thing is, I never needed anybody here to know about this. Unlike you, Terry, I don't want everybody just to think of me as a huge dick. And though I think about Sophie all the time, I would never go after another guy's girlfriend. But now that you've let the cat out of the bag, I have a hard time imagining she won't find out about me." For the first time, Matt started to stroke his gigantic dick -- long, slow strokes that only accentuated how massive it was. "I wonder how she'll react," Matt continued, as his strokes quickened. "As you can see, this is a very exciting thought for me." "What are you doing, you fucking faggot?" Terry blurted out. "Don't," Matt replied calmly as he turned and aimed his cock at Terry. Terry, trying not to show panic, moved slightly to one side, but Matt kept his canon trained on Terry. His strokes were becoming more rhythmic as he continued to elaborate on the future. "I imagine Sophie won't believe the stories at first. But something about it will pique her curiosity. She'll want to know how the rumors got started. And though I would never go after another guy's girlfriend well, I might have a hard time resisting her advances." Matt was clearly on the verge of coming, and he had backed Terry into the lockers, with nowhere to go. Terry freaked: "Get that thing away from me!" he screamed. Unwilling to touch the immense erection, he slapped at Terry's wrist to push the aim away from him. Matt turned, suddenly. And before Terry realized what was happening, Matt's monster cock started to spurt. Ropes of white semen gushed out, shooting four feet over the benches and landing, with perfect aim, into Terry's open locker. Within seconds, Terry's school clothes were soaked in Matt's thick load, leaving Terry with nothing to wear. All the fight had finally left Terry. As he watched Matt's monumental manhood spray what seemed like buckets of come across the room, he realized it was all over for him.