You went out on the field and practiced football with your buddies at the game. The
coach ragged on you for a while, but a fe seconds of watching your powerful body
perform superbly against the other players makes him forgive you easily. You've always
had it easy; people never could get angry at you. Maybe it was your shockingly beautiful
blue eyes, your sexy and hypnotic blonde spiked hair, your perfect face, your incredible
muscular body, your deep masculine voice, or your charming and irresistible personality.
Regardless, time flies as you enjoy football.
Back in the locker room, you shower with several of your teammates. As usual, you catch
three or four people staring at your huge fuckweapon. One of the reasons your name is
Rocket, besides the blitzingly fast speed that your massive legs propel you at, is the
gigantic size of your cock. All of the cheerleaders know the euphoric feeling of having
your enormous python stuffed in their petite asses, your orgasm like a rocket going to
the moon.
"Sarah was telling me about the fuck you gave her last night," your friend Sam said, "she
couldn't stop talking about you. What kind of spell did you put on her, Jack?"
You blinked once, trying to recall what chick Sam was talking about, "Oh, that horny
slut? Yeah, she was all over me. I don't blame her, though. If I wasn't me, I would wanna
get fucked by my huge weapon as well!"
You wave your 9-inch flaccid cock at him, slapping against his muscled (but not as much
as yours) leg. It starts to harden, and Sam gulps as he realized it is over a foot long.
"How.... how big is that thing now?"
"13.5 inches," you brag, your deep, sexy voice sending shivers down his spine, "but that
was back when school started. Who knows, it may be bigger now..."
Suddenly, another guy starts cumming. Several people, including you and Sam, glance
his way. Some of the people are stifling a laugh, but you give them an icy glare and they
stop. Your strength is well known at school, especially since you beat all of the
weightlifting coach's records last year. He tested you for drugs, but it turned out you
were just ridiculously strong. Some dickhead who didn't believe the tests crossed your
path a while later, but his doubt was proven false when he got a first-hand experience of
your pure power last year. Fucker hasn't come back to school since.
The kid who came looked around for a second and ran out of the showers, blushing. You
look back at Sam and flash an All-American Smile that only a perfect jock like you could
pull off. "Gotta go, bro." You grab a pair of gym shorts and decide to go shirtless as the
school bell rings, indicating the end of the day.
As you approach your bus, a busty chick stands in front of it. You stare at her for a
second, then ignore her and proceed to board the bus. She may have huge breasts, but a
stud like you has had better girls than that. When you sit down on your seat, however,
you found that she has followed you and excitedly sits along with you.
"Hey," she giggles, "I saw you playing with the other boys at the field today. You were
smoking hot, you know that?"
You think of what to do with the bitch. Sure, she's rather annoying, but you're still pretty
hard from football. She might be a good toy to entertain you for a while. "I get
complimented a lot," you say, "I've been practicing since I was in 6th grade. It's really
helped my body grow bigger."
The girl nods, "I can see that, alright? How big's your bicep?"
"26 inches," you reply nonchalantly. She gasps at the number, and you can't help but let
a sly smile escape your beautiful face, "That's before I work out. I can usually pump it up
to 28 inches if I flex these cannons hard enough."
She is totally slackjawed now. "Oh. My. Gosh. My boyfriend is only, like, 17 inches. Are
your parents home?"
"Nope." You like where this is going.
"My name's Katie, and I'm coming to your house, bad boy!" She places her hands over
your godlike body and moans all the way to your house.