“I’ve never seen a big one in real life before.” the guy said to me. He was also wearing nothing but white tight whitey underwear. They were at this loud fraternity party where everyone was dressed up in black and white. Most people took this to mean their black and white skin but only covered with black and white underwear. Most parties Tom went to ended up being in underwear. He didn’t really mind though. Now we was standing on the out skirts of a circle of people watching other people (deeply drunk people) doing keg stands. While Tom was turned around just checking out the party he came up to him. He was a little shorter than me so probably about 5’9 or so. He had extremely shoulders and like me had milky white skin, and only white tighty whiteys on.
“Yeah,” I told him. “That’s a lot of kegs.” I pointed at the pile of kegs sitting on, under, and around a table beyond the crowd.
“No, I’ve seen kegs like that before. I’m a senior.” he said staring at me. It was intimidating only slightly, more confusing, and slightly alluring.
“Oh, okay.” I said, still confused by that answer.
“I meant your undies.” he said leaning into my ear so I could hear him better. It was loud and raucous at the party so I stepped in closer as well. I could smell some beer on him and some sweat. “You’ve got a big one.”
Now I was very confused. I looked at him closely, only a few inches from his face. He was grinning slightly and looking down every so often at my crotch. I was wearing my underwear just like everyone else. Nothing about the size of my underwear seemed odd to me. If anything his was bigger.
“What? I don’t get it. They’re supposed to look like that.” I shouted into his ear a little bit. He chuckled a little bit. He gestured to go out into a hallway. I followed him because now I was legitimately interested in what he was trying to convey. I followed him a little way out of the room. The hall way was littered with cans and coats; it was also much colder do to the door people had propped open at one end.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” I said apologizing to him. “What’s up?”
“Your bulge is big.” he said clearly looking at me.
“What do you mean?” I asked. It looked just like everyone else. He took his large, thick hand and wrapped it around my bulge. He had my dick and balls all in his grip.
“This is a big dick. Don’t you notice that no one else is falling out of theirs?” he asked, now annoyed with my innocence. He let go of my crotch. I was stunned.
“Dude, I don’t know what you mean. It’s just my junk. Look at yours. It’s practically the same.” I told him. For some reason his grabbing my dick didn’t bother me. I almost grabbed his just to make a point about how stupid he was being.
“Yeah! And I’ve got a big fucking dick!” he shouted at me. “Have you ever gotten laid before?”
“Yeah.” I said emphatically.
“Well, what, the girl didn’t fucking say anything about your dick? How big it was?” he asked.
“I mean, no, cause well, every time I get laid I’m really fucking hammered and so is the girl so, like, there’s never been a lot of talking. They all seem to like it.”
“Jesus Christ, this is the worst pick up ever. Do you know how big your dick is?” he asked plainly.
“I haven’t measured it in a few years. Not since like junior year of high school.” I told him.
“And?” he asked annoyed.
“Like 8 and half or something, I don’t know, why?”
“I fucking hate you freshman. Do you know how big an average dick is?”
“No…” I said thinking this was the strangest question anyone had ever asked me rhetorically.
“Maybe 6 inches. If two years ago you dick was 8 and half inches it was 3 inches bigger than most dude. You’ve got a big one, like me.”
“Oh,” I said. I wasn’t sure what to do with this information. I wasn’t quite sure I believed him. Why would someone tell me that? I didn’t actually know how big my dick was, it was just there. I jerked it off, and had it sucked a few times but I never thought it was particularly massive.
“Has it grown more?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
He shook his head and sighed. “I really hate you freshman. You’ve got one of the biggest dicks on campus and you don’t even know it. When I was you I got pussy 4 days a week. Jesus Christ.”
“Well why did you even talk to me then!” I shouted just generally annoyed with him.
He hesitated. “Cause I like guys with big dicks, and you’re the first guy I’ve seen walking around who has one. Okay? I want to see another big dick okay?”
“How big is yours?” I asked him sort of sheepishly.
“You really want to know?” he asked.
“Yeah…”
“It’s a little over 12 and a half.”
I had just learned what a normal dick size was and even this astonished me. Over a foot long. Jesus Christ.
“Holy shit. How big is it now?” I asked staring at his crotch. He didn’t look like a ruler was about to sprout of his underwear.
“About 8 or so.” he said “You’re probably close to that too. Do you know how thick your dick is?”
“No, why does thickness matter?”
“Oh my god, freshman. The thicker the better. I’m a bit under 6 and half. That’s a fucking enormous amount for a girl to take but they fucking love it.” he told me.
“But if you know so much about girls why do you care about guys with big dicks?” I asked.
“Because” he looked around “because I really really, want a big dick up my ass. I tried hooking up with a few guys over the summer but they were average and, well, I want to know what it feels like when I shove my cock up into someone. I want to have my ass wrecked. I’ve used plenty of big dildos but I want a guy to fuck me just to know what it feels like. And I saw you. But clearly you don’t even know what the fuck you’re doing.”
This was a surprisingly candid admission for him to make. He wanted me to fuck him. But I didn’t even know how big my cock is.
“How big a dick do you want?” I asked him.
“At least 10 inches I figure. And 6 inches thick. A massive one.”
“I don’t know if I have that.”
He looked my deep in the eyes. “Do you want to measure it?”
