Marco's Adventures in High School

Marcos was having a horrible day. He hated this, hated how often his parents moved him from school to school, not caring about what he wanted. He was 18 and already so close to graduating, and still they wouldn't stop doing this to him. He wanted to get out to a decent college and stop this nonsense once and for all. And now, walking up to the school on his first day (though it was the middle of the semester), he was beyond frustrated. He was way too far from his old friends to even bother talking to them again, and now he had to attempt trying to make new buddies so close to graduating? Talk about ridiculous.

After getting his schedule, he walked to his locker and watched it creek as it slid open. This was ridiculous, and the school appears to be a complete mess. It took him a while to find his first class, too. Calculus, one of his worst subjects. As soon as he entered, he knew everybody would be staring. He was so used to this treatment. Everyone in a small town knew each other, and as soon as a foreign figure walked in, all they could do was snicker and talk about him even though he could clearly hear them. His parents had no idea the treatment people received in high school, how cruel these kids could be. He was sick and tired of it.

The teacher walked in a few minutes after him, completely ignoring the class as he sorted his belongings out and turned on the projector. "Hello class, terrible day, isn't it? A monday, it's raining... you have calculus first thing." He chuckled to himself. He scanned the room, and spotted Marcos, who was trying very hard not to be seen. "Ah, I just remembered. We have a new student today." He looked down at his attendance list. "Marcos Blackwell, come on up. Introduce yourself to the class."

Marcos inwardly groaned, and awkwardly stood up. This was going to be horrible. He could feel the class's eyes boring into him, studying his appearance. It wasn't like he was ugly - he was very tall, built like a jock with broad shoulders, thick arms and had wavy black short hair. He had one particular trait he was shameful for, but he knew that no one would ever figure that out. It was part of the reason why he's never dated anyone, in addition to the fact that he moved so often he didn't get to know anyone before being snatched away. He turned as he reached the white board, and stared at them. "Um, what do you want me to say?" He asked the teacher awkwardly. A few of the students chuckled at that.

"Just introduce yourself, where you're from, your background, anything you want!" He said cheerfully. Marcos wanted to kill him.

"Ah. My name is Marcos Blackwell, I'm from New York City, though I travel very often because my dad's a general in the U.S. army. Um..." Before he could think of more, a boy walked into the room, wearing a football jersey and grinning ear to ear.

"Who's this?" He asked, his voice deep and gruff.

"Our new student." The teacher replied. "Now go to your seat, Louis. You're late already."

Louis ignored him, clearly not caring about anything the teacher had to say. "Ah, new students need my special new student welcome. What do you say, guys?" A few woops in the back of the room was all he needed for encouragement. Before Marcos could do anything, he approached him and pulled his pants and underwear down in front of the whole class.

There was a collective gasp in the room. Marcos, a man standing at 6'8 tall, stood there completely naked from the waist down with a 3.5" cock. It was barely the size of a pinky finger. He scrambled to pull his pants back up, but it was too late. Everyone had seen it. Even the teacher seemed completely surprised. All the students burst out laughing, and the teacher shushed them up, telling them that class was going to begin.

This was the most horrifying thing Marcos had ever experienced. He had dreaded the moment that his girl would see him for the first time and tell him she never wanted to see him naked again. But this... this was worse than his worst fantasy. Everyone in this new school would know now what an embarrassment he was. How someone this tall and large could have such a small cock. It was shameful.

It seemed no one knew about it the next few periods he attended, but by lunch time, he could see the looks becoming more and more obvious - the rumours had spread. Everyone in the school now knew about his small cock, and everyone wanted to see it. He was lining up to get food when someone called out, "you won't need any nutrition for such a small dick, man!"

The crowd around him burst out laughing, unable to hide it. Marcos blushed furiously, and grabbed his food hurriedly. He ran to the bathroom, and ate there, not wanting to show his face. That night, he went home and told his parents they had to move. ASAP. They were shocked to hear him say this for the first time. Usually, he was the one begging for them not to move. To stay in a certain town forever because he finally made friends. This time, it was the opposite. He was telling them they had to leave immediately and they simply told him his dad was here at a permanent basis until further notice.

He couldn't sleep that night. He spent the rest of the evening thinking about what would happen next tomorrow. Were they the type of kids that forgot about a rumour as soon as it started? Or would they continue, solely because they had nothing else to laugh about? It was horrifying. The next day was even worse than he imagined. The same boy that pulled his pants down in class spent the entire day trying to catch him off guard and pull down his underwear in front of the school. It happened so often that Marcos was sure every single person had seen his dick already, confirming for themselves how small he really was. It was disturbing. And why wasn't the principal doing anything about it? Did she find it hilarious as well?

Even from people who seemed to be nice, he could hear them whisper about it as he passed the halls. They would talk about how weird that was, how someone so tall could have a dick like that. They wondered whether or not he had ever gotten laid, and then talked to each other about his genetics, wondering if his kids would have small dicks as well. He wanted to run away and never come back. What kind of sick treatment was this? They bully wouldn't stop either, he seemed to be stalking Marcos at this point. Even finding him in the bathroom from time to time just to make fun of him. Clearly, he was earning a lot of laughter from his fellow students from this new kid, and would be milking it as much as possible. Marcos had to do something about this. It was shameful, horrifying, and downright wrong. He needed to find his revenge, and quickly.

By the weekend he was feeling completely depressed. How could anyone possibly survive this? Maybe he could pull the bully's pants down as well, and see whether or not he had a small cock. Maybe he should just pull everyone's pants down and get expelled so they'd stop making fun of him. Honestly, that seemed like the best option at this point.

Another part of this that really hurt him was that they were right. He's never gotten laid and he was desperate for it. He had an incredibly high sex drive and testosterone count, and had to masturbate sometimes twice a day just to get himself somewhat satisfied. He was almost always watching porn, always touching himself, and it was never enough. That was why he found himself constantly miserable from not being able to fuck anyone. That was all he wanted, really. To have a big dick and fuck all the girls he wanted.

He turned on his normal porn site and started to think about anything other than the bullying. It wouldn't stop though. His mind kept racing on, telling him how small he was and how all the women he fantasized about would never want to be with him. Why would they? For once, he looked away from the video and saw one of the ads right next to it. It was advertising some pills called "Big D pills", which were currently being sold at Amazon. He wasn't stupid, he knew there were lots of scammers out there, and he had never actually heard of pills actually managing to get a dick larger. But... he was desperate now. It was worth a try, right? It wasn't even that expensive- 49.99 was worth it for him to get his dick even remotely bigger. He would be facing potentially months of panting, and maybe he could slowly get his dick up to a normal size over time. It was the least he could hope for, right? And if that didn't work, he would have to begin plan B - pantsing so many people at school that he's expelled and never has to see any of them again.

It was good he had his own credit card, he couldn't imagine what his mom would think if she saw him buying something like this. He even paid more for rush delivery so he could get it the next day before school started again. Thank god for amazon deliveries. He was so excited he couldn't even masturbate anymore, and he turned his computer off, eagerly awaiting his delivery the next day.

It took longer than he anticipated, but it finally arrived in the afternoon on Sunday. He picked up the package with his name on it and ran upstairs, not saying a word to either of his bewildered parents. He read through the instructions, and was shocked to find that results were guaranteed within minutes. He was assuming it would take a few weeks, but now he was even more hyped. He couldn't help but imagine the look of shock on Louis's face when he saw how big he became. He immediately swallowed a pill, knowing full well the bottle said to only take one at a time. He would see the effects and then decide if he would take any more.

He sat for a few minutes, and then another 30 minutes. By the time an hour passed, he was getting incredibly frustrated. It didn't work at all! This pill was obviously a complete scam. They said it would work within minutes. He was feeling completely lost and deceived, and he threw the pill bottle across the room. It slammed against his wall, creating a mark in it. He sighed. Nothing happened to the bottle itself. It was made out of plastic and screwed on tight with a child safety lock. He got up and picked it up. It wouldn't hurt to take some more right? It didn't work anyways. He opened it again and swallowed all the pills in the bottle, chugging it down with some water. Nothing happened that night. It was ridiculously frustrating. Now he had all night to think about how he would be bullied the next day with nothing he could do about it. Maybe he should fake sick until they forgot what his dick looked like.

It took him a while, but he ended up falling asleep at around 1a.m., his body finally resting for the first time in a few days. In the morning, he woke up to the greatest surprise of his life. His pants were... tighter than normal. He pulled it down, and audibly gasped out loud. That was not his dick. It was fucking 10 inches long while completely flaccid. There were veins all around it, pulsing and manly as hell. This dick would drive women crazy, he knew it. He doubted it would even fit in any of them. He was eager to find out how big it would be fully erect, but he had no time to get himself hard and flaccid again. He would have to go to school for now and find out that night.

He spent his entire ride to school thinking about what he would do. He would have to somehow reveal to the whole school that his dick has somehow... doubled? No, grew four times in size in just the course of a weekend. No one could possibly believe him. The best way would be to show them. Show them how fucking big he was now. No one could possibly make fun of him now. He was almost giddy with excitement. In the same calculus class, almost like dejavu, he raised his hand to ask the teacher if he could stand in front of the glass to pass on a message.

He agreed immediately, probably feeling pity for Marcos for what he's been through. Marcos walks to the front confidently this time, grinning from ear to ear. This was going to be.... good. He turned around in one smooth motion, and stared at each one in the eye before pulling his pants and boxers down, this time with his free will.

It was the same thing again, complete shock and gasps. The class couldn't believe what they were seeing. How was this even possible? To get your dick so large so quickly? Did he wish upon a star or something? "MARCOS! Principal's office. Now!" The teacher called out, furious. Just seeing their expression was completely worth it for him, he didn't even care if he was expelled.

Thankfully, the principal wasn't too merciless. She scolded him for revealing his privates in a public place, told him that he could go to jail for doing something like this, and then suspended him for a week. Because he was over 18, they didn't actually call his parents to come in, which was perfect for him because his dad was pretty strict. He spent the whole week excited about what would come next. He knew the rumours were spreading like wildfire now, and there was no way Louis would ever pull his pants down again. It was perfect. He felt like a king finally on his throne.

He spent the whole week masturbating thinking about all the women he was going to fuck when he went back. His dick was even larger while erect, his head pulsing constantly with precum dripping out. His veins begged to be stroked. He knew girls would drool over it and want to be fucked by it. He would be the centre of attention, and in a good way, too.

When he finally went back on Monday, he realized he was right. Girls were looking at him differently, giggling as he walked by and flipping their hair. He felt like he could smell a heavier amount of perfume than normal, and noticed them bend over to grab pencils when he was close by, showing off their ass and tits whenever he was near. It was absolutely wonderful. It seemed the rumour had spread even quicker than he imagined, and he even heard passing remarks of his new nickname - Big D Marcos. He could live with that. Those pills were an absolute life saver.

What was he going to do next? The possibilities were endless, and he was constantly rocking a boner just thinking about it. First, he would have to take his revenge on the guy who caused all this in the first place - Louis. During one of his classes, he leaned back and whispered to a girl who seemed like she would be a popular type. "Hey, do you know if Louis has a girlfriend?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you asking?"

"Just wondering." He said, trying to look innocent.

"Yes, he does. Her name is Michelle. She's the hottest girl in our school, everyone knows that." She replied while twirling her hair. "By the way, you got a girl yourself?" She winked at him.

Marcos replied, "no," curtley before turning back to listen to the lesson. He would fuck this girl another time, now... he had a more important prey to catch.

It seemed like he had perfect timing. There was a football game that night, and Michelle was one of the cheerleaders on the team. He would be able to pick her out in the team and try to talk her up while she was unaware. The girl was right, though, she was indeed the hottest girl at school. She had huge tits and an equally huge ass, her waist was tight and he loved to watch her body bounce as she danced to the music. She would be perfect for him to lose his virginity. This was everything he's wanted, and more. He followed the cheerleaders after the dance, and waited by the corner of the changing room, trying to find an opportunity to talk to her alone. Wait, why was he being so patient? He had power over the girls now. He could just tell them to leave.

When he was certain they were all changed, he strutted in, grinning ear to ear confidently. "Hey girls, I think I'm lost."

A girl screamed out and pointed at him. "Boy in the girl's changing room!"

Before the other girls could scream as well, one of them raised her eyebrow, "Hey, isn't that Big D Marcos? The new kid that grew a 10 incher overnight?"

"Woah really?" Another one said, brushing her hair aside. "How may we help you?" She asked seductively.

"Actually... I was wondering if I could talk to Michelle alone." He said, pretending like he wasn't plotting anything. All the girls turned back to look at Michelle, who was now sitting at the chair brushing her long blonde locks.

"Lucky bitch." One said before heading out the door, the rest of them following.

Michelle looked at him with a worried expression. "Um... what did you want to talk to me about?"

"You're dating Louis, right?" He asked casually, leaning against one of the lockers.

"Yes." She replied quickly.

"You know what he did to me right? On my first day of school? And then an entire week after?" He demanded.

"Yeah... he wouldn't stop talking about it." She rolled her eyes.

"And you didn't think that was wrong? Huh?" He asked, his anger rising. "You didn't think to tell your boyfriend to stop fucking with me?"

She looked even more concerned, and backed off a few steps. "Hey, I don't control him. He does what he wants. You know what he's like."

"Well then, you won't mind if I do what I want then." Marcos replied. He was approaching slowly like a predator, and finally cornered her, his body completely blocking her path to escape.

She gulped. "What are you going to do to me?" He stared hungrily at her body, looking from head to toe.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream for mercy." He said. He tilted her chin up and pressed his lips on hers, and she struggled against him. He opened and closed it expertly, tasting her saliva and the stickiness of her lip gloss against his lips. She was absolutely delicious. He lifted her body and pushed her against the lockers, pressing his body against hers to hold her up. His dick was already rock hard, and he ground against her hard. She couldn't help but moan out loud, feeling his length against his pants. It seemed the rumours were true, he was that big. She could feel herself get more and more turned on at the thought. Louis was good in bed, but he had a 5" cock, which was never able to satisfy her the way she wanted. She wanted her eyes to roll back and her body to scream out loud. It was something she's never gotten with him. She couldn't help but wonder in the back of her mind whether or not Marcos could provide her that. He slipped her mini skirt down along with her panties, struggling to do so while still pinning her against the lockers. When he finally managed to do so, he appreciated his efforts. Her pussy was soaked and fully shaved, it looked so delicious to see one in real life. He could almost feel how tight she would be with him inside of her.

He pulled his pants down as well, and she gasped out loud as she looked down at it. "Marcos! That's not going to fit inside me!"

"How do you know if you haven't tried?" He asked, and ground against her hard. She moaned, feeling his dick graze against her clit and rub her wetness up and down. "That feels good, huh? Slut. I know you want more, look at how wet you are."

She could only moan back in return. He needed to hear her beg for it, to beg for him to fuck her. He came up with a plan. He continued to kiss her, and then moved down to her neck, sucking and biting on it gently. She mewled beneath him, and couldn't help but grind back against his dick. He pushed her back with his arms, and then slipped his dick in slowly, just his head. Just that alone made him pulse rapidly. Ah... so this is what a pussy felt like. He finally understood what all men were raving about. It was fucking fantastic. He had to master incredible endurance to slip back out again.

She stared at him. "What are you doing?" She asked, completely bewildered.

"Why? Is my head not enough for you?" He replied while smirking.

"Why aren't you fucking me already?!" She demanded, clearly frustrated.