A Surprising Nerd

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Part 1 of 2

I knew they all looked at me. I could see it from the corner of my eye. Every day, every game, every practice. The girls made it the most obvious. They wanted me to see them looking. Some of the teachers, too. Mrs. Baker in particular, would go out of her way to compliment me.

"Oh Tyler" she'd say, in that high pitched whine, "you were great out there today".

She wasn't the only teacher who liked to unwrap my clothes in their mind. Ms. Leddy was known to gaze, and even some of the male teachers had surely imagined what they'd like me to do to them if we somehow found ourselves alone together.

I'd had my fair share of the female students. Even at eighteen, my body count was almost certainly higher than anybody else's in school. I guess I got the best genes from my mom and dad, and spending most of my time wearing nothing more than a tight singlet in front of the whole school seemed to get everybody a little worked up.

I was pretty hung, too. It used to embarrass me, but now it was my defining feature. I was over eight inches hard, but even soft, it was something to behold. I kept it tucked up and plump under the nylon fabric. Even my opponents were known to stare, but I was used to it now.

The guys in the locker rooms called it The Cannon. I wasn't modest about it, so they'd all gotten a good look on more than one occasion. Most of them stared at in in awe. Some were jealous, and some had dirty little fantasies about it, but they'd never admit that.

Without sounding big headed, I knew I could have any person in the school, but it wasn't the hot cheerleaders or the needy teachers that piqued my interests.

Maybe it was a power thing. I'd never describe myself as a bully, and I'd never purposely gone out of my way to intimidate anybody, but seeing the natural cycle of dominance unfold was a particular pleasure of mine.

We had our own changing rooms, specifically for the wrestlers, the footballers, and all of the other athletes. I wasn't such a fan of that, however. Every chance I got, I'd slip into the regular changing room, and grin to myself as the nerds and the regular students scarpered out of my way.

Like I said, I'd never actually done anything to strike fear into any of them, it just seemed natural that they'd make way for me, and so I allowed it to happen.

The difference between the changing rooms was stark. Back in our changing room, muscular guys walked around with their cocks dangling between their legs. Crude jokes were spat in jest, towels lashed at bare backsides, and the heavy stench of sweat and balls clung to the air.

Here however, the room was mostly quiet. Skinny young men kept towels wrapped tightly around their waists as they secretly undressed beneath them. Cheeks burned red when the slightest bit of flesh was mistakenly shown, and not a single joke was cracked.

I peeled off the sweaty singlet. Whilst I had been wrestling, these guys had been playing dodgeball in the gym hall. When a few of them realised that the singlet was all I'd had on, some eyes widened and quickly averted gaze.

There was no need to draw further attention to myself. I already stood out among them with my nudity and muscular physique, and I could see them watching.

A few of them retreated a little bit, perhaps worried that they'd somehow be devoured by the snake coiled between my legs. Others watched sheepishly from the other side of the room, pretending that they weren't as their little cocks became stiff beneath their towels.

One young man in particular however, hadn't even turned around to see me. He was my target now.

I strolled lazily through the room, and they parted like the Red Sea as my cock swung like a pendulum. Surely this was the closest I'd ever get to being a king. They fell from my path like loyal servants, but still, the slender young man with a towel wrapped around him continued to keep his back to me.

When I stood just inches behind him, I knew that every eye in the changing room was on us. I had no plans to humiliate him, but it was always the ones who put up the most fight, that made me the most excited.

I stood next to him, angled slightly so that my meaty cock landed in his vision, and when he glanced down at it, I expected his eyes to widen and his mouth to drop. He regarded it for a moment as I watched him, and then his lip curled and he returned to his bag.

My heart raced a little bit, and my brow furrowed. What was happening here? The student was certainly a nerd, yet he wasn't following the law of nerds! He didn't seem even slightly impressed, nor did he seem intimidated. He simply continued as though I didn't exist.

The changing room began to clear out, but this guy seemed in no hurry to follow. The towel remained in place, and so did I. I needed to see the look of astonishment in his eyes. That's what turned me on. Not Mrs. Baker, not Ms. Leddy, not the countless other girls in the school. This.

"I know you want it" I whispered to him as the room emptied, "I bet you want to feel me stretching you out with it".

He pushed his glasses up his nose and shook his head as he smiled to himself. I felt a slight flash of anger.

We were the only two left now, but still he remained in place. I watched him as he neatly folded his gym clothes and laid them out on the bench. His sheer ignorance was irritating me more and more by the second.

Didn't he realise who I was? Didn't he understand that he was being presented with an opportunity that most people in the school would die for? I grabbed his arm in a flash, but when I did, his head snapped to the side, and he glared at me with a look that wasn't lust.

"You think you're a tough guy?" He asked me, his hand wrapping around my wrist, stronger than I had expected.

I glared back. Who did this kid think he was?

I tightened my grip. So did he.

"You're lucky I'm even letting you see this" I growled, tensing so that my thick, long cock bounced, "so be a good little slut and suck it for me".

His eyes fell to it again, and he sniggered.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" He asked, his grip remaining, "by that?"

My jaw tightened. He was trying to mock me. Me!

"Why don't you quit while you're ahead?" I snarled, "and get your mouth around this big, fat prick".

With his free hand, the young nerd flicked open the edge of the towel until it unravelled and fell away from his naked body. I had to admit, I was impressed by his confidence. It certainly wasn't a regular sight in this locker room.

When the towel fell to his feet however, it was my eyes that widened.

I studied his nudity. He was slim, somewhat pale, and had splashes of patchy black hair here and there. The hairiest of places was between his legs, and what hung from his thick bush, was breathtaking.

A long, fat pole of meat dangled loosely over a set of low hanging balls. The head was the size of a small fist, nestled between his skinny legs. It looked unnatural attached to such a pathetic boy, yet it was all him, and now he was grinning up at me.

"Why don't you be a good little slut?" He hissed, twisting my wrist until I gasped, "and suck it for me".