This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story, though I've been kicking this idea around in my head, not to mention playing it back while pleasuring myself. Now, it's a gay story in the beginning. I'm not saying "expect MF", but it's a possibility. PART ONE I don't know how a nerdy guy like me, Tommy Roldan, got here. Never in my life did I expect this to happen to me. But it did. I guess it all started two weeks ago. I just turned 18, and one day, I got hard watching some of the other guys play touch football. Thankfully, no one noticed. At first, I though I was gay, but then... the same thing happened the next day, but this time, it was during cheerleading tryouts. It took me a while to realize it. Despite my intellect, it took me more time than normal to come to terms with my bisexuality. Basically, instead of liking just girls or just boys, I liked both. Another thing about me is that I was always too scared to shower with the other boys. So I had my uncle, a doctor, write me a note. I still had to shower, but only after everyone else was done. And no one, not even the gym teacher, could see me. But one day, after taking a nice hot shower to get rid of the stench of the most brutal, self-esteem-deflating game of dodgeball, a game that is the very bane of existence to nerds and geeks like me, that I have ever played. Normally, just a few blows all around. But today, I got pegged by damn near everyone on the other team, and a few on my own team. I literally thought that some of that red rubber actually stained my skin, now a splattering of light bruising and red puffy spots. Now, normally, I go straight from the shower to the locker and change into my clothes. But that day, as I pulled my pants, jeans and boxers at once, over my skinny twig legs, I almost spotted someone. A quick glance and the image was gone. By the time school let out, I was walking out to my piece of shit car, only to find that, as usual, the fucking thing didn't start. I bashed my bony hands against the wheel, cursing and ranting. Just then, a knock on the window startled me. It was James. Every school had his type. Rich, handsome, blond, buff, tall, et fuckin cetera. "You okay, dude?" I didn't say anything, as I shot him a dirty look. "Y'need a ride," he asked. "Sure," I said. I grabbed my bag and hopped in his convertible, emerald green to match his eyes, with a sandy tan interior to match his wavy locks. He drove me straight to my house. He asked if I could come in, and I said yes. We got inside and I tossed my book bag onto the nearby couch. "So, anyway, I notice your car isn't working," he said. "Well, aren't we observant? Perhaps one day, our mental prowess will evolve to the level of our simian superiors," I mocked him, in a very deadpan tone. "Fuck you," he spouted. "What gives you the right to be such a tool?" He's right, since, despite his status as big man on campus, he wasn't a jerk or a douchebag. He also wasn't a moron, since he and I were both on a few academic teams, before he bailed on them for football. "You're right, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm just pissed off cuz this isn't the first time my car's crapped out on me. But I can't afford a new one, unlike you." "Well, maybe there's something we can do for one another." "What do you mean?" "I mean, a proposition." "What kind of proposition?" "As you know, I've got tons of money. And I'm willing to throw a bit your way." "And what do I gotta do in return?" (now, I'm a bit wary) "Well, this may sound kinda strange, but... I think I... man, how do I say this?" By now, he was looking down at me. And just then, he leaned to my ear, and said..."I think... I like... guys." My eyes widened. "And?" "And... I don't feel comfortable asking anyone else but you. You're not associated with me enough to where if anything happens, anyone will take your word over me. So if you reject me and things get to a point, then at least with you... there's no risk." "So basically, you might be gay and you wanna fuck some random guy to see?" "I didn't say 'gay', exactly. I just said I might like guys," he corrected me. "Bisexual," I said, "is the word you're looking for." "Right, and..." "If I fuck you so you can test your theory about your sexuality, then you'll pay me... to fuck you." I was now implying that he was basically saying "be my whore". "Well, when you put it that way..." "Fine. I'll do it." Okay, then. He started to take his coat off, at which point I told him, "Slowly." And he complied. Now, he was just wearing a supertight t-shirt, tight jeans (with a visible bulge that left nothing to the imagination) and sneakers. All wrapped around a frame of a man who stood 6'7" and weight close to 300lbs, all muscle. First, off came the sneakers and socks. He had big, strong feet, both long and wide. Then came the shirt. One might say he was built like a Greek god, but he was obviously built to make the gods envious of his physique. He had a perfect body. His big, strong, tanned torso was a perfect V-shape. If you've ever seen the men on the cover of a bodybuilder magazine, then he'd make them look like... well, me. But unlike them, who waxed and shaved their body hair, he wore his thick beaver pelt, coarse and blond like steel wool but golden. And his arms were like the arms that even Superman could never be strong enough to have. His biceps were like melons. He flexed his perfect muscles, right before he slipped off his jeans, revealing two of the strongest, meatiest legs and thighs ever seen. His thighs looked like oil drums and his calves were like silos. And these magnificent legs, hairy and tanned, sprouted from what looked like a tight pair of blue trunks that looked like they were painted onto a rather magnificent pelvis. He turned around and I saw the perfect ass those tight trunks hid peeking out. Now, the trunks were off, showcasing an erect dick that appeared to be 9 1/2 inches long and 7 inches around, with two fat bulbous orbs for testicles that throbbed and pulsed Herculean testosterone through the magnificent form before me. "Now, take off your clothes, you skinny little dweeb," he barked. Without hesitation, but with a glint of fear in my eyes, I slid off my baggy t-shirt, revealing a puny torso, devoid of hair, muscle or masculinity. All that it showcased was how pale I really was. And how skinny, as indicated by my protruding ribs. Next, my pants. I turned around, so he couldn't see my dick. All he could see, aside from my bony back, was my ass (ironic since I had no ass to speak of), connected to my twiggy legs. "Now, turn around" As I did, he mouth dropped. "What the FUCK is that?" He was pointing to my dick. "Oh, this? I though you knew. I mean, it WAS you spying on me in the locker room, wasn't it?" By now, the fear in my eyes was gone. "Yeah, but I didn't see... that." Well, now the story gets interesting. "So then, you didn't ask me to have sex with you because of it?" "NO!" "So you actually thought that YOU had the biggest dick in school?" "Yes." (it was HE who was afraid now) "Well, then, may I introduce you..." I walked closer to him. "The biggest DICK IN THE WORLD!!" By now, it had hardened to its beautiful erect form, which outranked his dick, which was outright puny in comparison, to my mammoth monster. Well... what do you think?