Me, Myself and Dick

By all accounts, Richard was your average high-school senior. Most would have called him nerdy, but he didn't mind that distinction. His friends were all male, and equally nerdy. They were all nervous around girls, Richard most of all.

What no one knew, except for Richard himself, was that the young man had never had an erection. It just never happened. He knew what they were, from locker room talk and sex ed. He knew his friends spent a good amount of time jerking off, and as far they knew, he did too. He knew something was wrong with him, but was too afraid to mention it to anyone.

Never having an erection had led to a dramatic decrease in the amount of hormones swimming in his body, leaving the boy without anything resemboling a sex drive. He liked girls - thought they were pretty. He aspired to date one, hold her hands, maybe kiss her. But he never thought passed that, it just didn't come naturally to him.

This all began to change in the Fall of his senior year.

There was an upcoming dance, and Richard was determined to ask a girl to go. His target was Ashley Summers. A girl he had known since kindergarden. They had been friends in the past but had naturally grown apart. She was perhaps the only girl in the school he could bring himself to ask.

Richard knew where her locker was, so he planned to intercept her there and pop the question before he chickened out. The time had come. Everything was ready. But as Richard rounded the corner toward Ashley's locker, he saw his old friend, pressed against said locker. Pressing her there was a faceless boy wearing his game-day football jersey. He was faceless because it was smashed into Ashley's.

Richard's heart sank in his chest. Until that point, he hadn't realized how much he was hoping to go with her. He stood there, in the middle of the hall, watching them for some time. As the two young lovers passionately tried to swallow each other's tongues, Richard began to feel a pit in his stomach. For the first time in his life, he felt himself wanting that. He didn't quite know why, but all of a sudden, he felt left out.

The pit in his stomach grew and the boy felt sick. He turned away and stumbled down the hall. Just then, a large group of cheerleaders, dressed for that night's game, passed by. Normally, Richard wouldn't pay them much attention, but today his eyes fixated on their bouncing breasts and jiggling asses as they passed. Their uniforms seemed more revealing than usual.

The bit Richard's stomach seemed to explode suddenly throughout his body. His heartrate skyrocketed, and he became dizzy and fell into wall. H ehld onto the wall, not sure if he stand on his own. The explosion in his body seemed to concentrate at his crotch, and soon he felt an odd tingling there.

Suddenly, he felt his dick begin to grow. This was a completely new sensation, though he understood what was happening. The previously unused organ was tingling all over as it pushed against its confines. Richard froze, not sure what was coming next.

The organ kept growing. The head was pointed down, allowing it to snake down his leg. As this was happening, Richard barely noticed a numbness spreading over the rest of his body. When the southward growth finally stopped, it began to grow hard. Richard felt an unsettling calm fall over his body. It was now that he realized the rest of his body was mostly numb, but the heat and pleasure radiating from his crotch was too much to care about anything else.

Suddenly, he stepped forward.

Richard paused for a moment, not remembering making that conscious decision. He took another. That time Richard was certain he wasn't walking himself. He began to panic, but found he was not in control of any part of his body.

His body began walking down the hall, toward the cheerleaders. He was panicking, and yet his body did not respond. His eyes stared ahead; his heart was calm. The only thing he could feel with any certainty was the pole throbbing down his pant leg. For a second, his head turned down and his eyes foccussed on the obvious bulge, before turning upward again.

It was while he was in this state that his body walked right up to one of the cheerleaders and bumped right into her. The perky blonde, Jackie, spun around with a glare in her eyes. Richard expected to get slap in the face, but was instead greeted with a smile.

"Oh! You ought to look where you are going." She flashed a smile. "Richard? Right?"

"Call me Dick." The voice was Richard's, though a bit deeper than normal. It had come from his mouth, but he hadn't said it.

Jackie flashed her eyes downward before widening her smile. "I should say so."

"Say, I know you got a game tonight, but would you want to go for a drive with me afterward? I've got my dad's Corvette." Now Richard knew he was crazy. His dad would never let him drive that car.

"That sounds like it could be fun." The teen cheerleader said, stepping closer. "Or..."