What Dreams Are Made Of

16.

*Calvin's POV*

Ok, so I'm officially freaking the fuck out.

I wish I wasn't freaking the fuck out because it's brought me no other options than the one I'm about to surrender too, but I am freaking the fuck out.

I have been on 4 dates in the past 2 weeks.

And it has escalated every time, but the minute my pants come off, every girl has looked at me and I quote 'That's not going to fit in me, but I have hands.'

So here I am, sitting in the locker room after practice to wait for Cory to finish lifting, and the minute he walked in and saw me he raised his eyebrows. "Can I help you?"

I took a deep breath. "I need to ask you something." I nodded.

"Alright?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the lockers. "What's up?"

"I have been on like, 4 dates since Courtney happened."

"That's a good thing Calvin." He nodded. "You're a freshman, and you're dating Juniors and Seniors, one of those Seniors you call an angel walking on earth. But that was not a question." He shook his head.

I sighed. "Know that I like girls, and I am simply asking because I'm having an issue and you have been with a lot of girls. Like, you're not a slut by any means, but, you get girls."

"Oh god." He laughed. "What?"

"How big are you? Like, down there?"

He scrunched his face. "I'm sorry. Are you asking how big my dick is?"

"Yes."

He pursed his lips and choked back a laugh. "Uh. It's slightly above average I guess. Why?"

"And uh, how big is average exactly?"

"It's between 5 and 6. Why?"

"And how big is slightly above?"

"I am 7."

"Oh god." I whined.

"Alright kid, what's up? Why are you asking about my size?"

I took a deep breath and buried my face in my hands. "This is embarrassing."

"Look, you clearly came to me for a reason. So come on, it's just you and I in this locker room. What's going on?" He sat down on the bench across from mine.

"Ok, so you know when you guys took me home at the beginning of the year? We talked about measuring and all that?"

He nodded.

"Well, obviously I've had sex before, you know that. But uh, it seems to have grown a little since then, and well, every time I've taken off my pants since then, I've gotten nothing but hand jobs because they say it won't fit. So, I measured."

"Ok, and?"

"And if 7 is slightly above average, I am way above average."

"Wait, how above?"

I sighed. "Double the average, give or take?" I scrunched my face.

And he just stared at me. "There is no way you have a 10 inch cock."

I whined and buried my face in my hands again. "11."

"No fucking way." He laughed.

I groaned and lifted my head.

"Holy fuck, you're being serious." He raised his eyebrows.

I nodded.

He stood up and pulled me to my feet. "Drop them."