Sam was... a bit trapped, to say the least. In front of him, just shy of his height, was one of the hottest girls in the school: Chelsea Markos. Head cheerleader, fasionista, and blonde bombshell. She was the top girl in terms of popularity, and she wasn't stupid, either. Her grades were quite good. And she was glaring at him in absolute hatred.
"You really think anyone believes that?" she asked, which confused him, since he had no idea what she's talking about.
"I'm really confused. Believes what?" he asked in return. The two of them were behind the bleachers, Chelsea having dragged him there immediately after her cheerleading practice ended.
"You know what I mean," she scoffed, "stuffing your pants like that to make it seem like you have a big dick. I saw your bulge. I know you don't have a dick that big. You're a scumbag for trying to attract
an easy girl that way." Sam stared at her in shock.
"I don't - I - There's -" he sputtered. "I DO NOT stuff my pants." She glared even harder. Then an evil grin sprouted on her face.
"Prove it," she stated simply. Sam blinked.
"...Here? Now?" he asked, very uncomfortable with the situation. Chelsea nodded.
"Yes. Now. Drop your pants and prove you don't stuff them. Or I'll tell everyone you tried to assault me," she threatened. Sam swallowed hard.
"...Okay," he says. Slowly but surely, he unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants. He pulled them and his boxers down, and his 11 inch monster cock flopped out. Chelsea's jaw dropped.
"Oh my God... You're huge..." she whispered reverently. Sam blushed.
"Y-yeah... is it ugly?" he asked, suddenly
self-conscious. Chelsea shook her head.