(Originally posted on my Tumblr)
I never understood why my lifting partner had such a complete obsession with being bigger than me.
He always tried to put a few extra weights on when we were lifting together. He wore weird shoes with thick soles so he could be just an inch taller than me. And he always felt the need to comment how much more of a ‘man’ he was, even though the difference between us was minimal.
And, if anything, I was pretty sure I beat him in almost every regard. I was stronger, and bigger, yet he insisted that he was the man between us two.
It irritated me to no end, and his latest obsession was about my dick.
I was pretty hung, and when you shower together after hitting the gym for a few years my lifting partner was bound to find out.
Recently however he had been 'joking’ about how I supposedly only was a 'shower’ and that, if he got hard, my far below average lifting buddy would really outgrow me.
And if anyone should know I was very well endowed it should have been him. Wasn’t it the girl he had a crush on I ‘accidentally’ send a pic of, being penetrated by my fully hard battering ram? That had really pissed him off a while ago, I assumed he had been looking at my 8 incher as well when he jerked off to her in that pic.
At first I just brushed it off, my 8 inches of heat had never disappointed anyone, so I tried to not let it bother me.
But something about him repeating it, every, single, day, really got to me.
So after the third joke that day at the expense of my beautiful cock I just told him:
“Fine, we’ll hold a little dick measuring contest, if that will shut you up.”
It did, he looked at me with slight unease. I was going to love wiping of that smirk from his face.
And so I came to sit in my private backyard with my dick in one hand and an old playboy in the other. My lifting buddy, looking rather anxious now, with the ruler opposite of me.
My cock never needed that much encouragement. It got hard easy and stayed that way as long as I wanted, and soon pre started leaking out of my cock head. It was a little over 8 inches and hard as steel.
I looked over my to spotter, who also looked about as hard as he would get, and still not much larger than 4 inches.
I raised my eyebrow at my spotter. “Think measuring is a little redundant, no?” I asked, wiggling my cock around in my hand.
“No man, you’ll see, just measure your one first, I’ll really get hard in a minute.”
I thought he looked at my cock with just a little too much excitement. Of course he was just a fucking fag, who wanted to see my massive cock, I knew it.
Even more pathetic was that he couldn’t even admit he had lost when the it was swinging in front of his face. But if it would shut him up…
I grabbed the ruler, doing my best job with the tools available.
“8.2 Inches” I exclaimed triumphantly.
“Come on man, you expect me to believe that?”
Of course I did, because he had been looking at me while I had measured.
I sighed. I really wanted to get this over with.
“Want me to measure again?”
He nodded, the assured expression that was now plastered on his face making me slightly uneasy.
I put ruler next to my cock again, my mind not really processing the results when I read them out loud.
“6.1 Inches.” I said.
I wanted to scream that wasn’t right but… I felt a headache pass through as slowly my memories seemed to become less clear.
I packed eight inches of heat, right? My memories seemed now to disagree. Encounters with hot chicks who had noticed my bulge fading into nothingness, and being replaced with more average sex with a more average dick.
Yeah, I had nothing to be ashamed off, six inches still got the deal done, most of the time, and it was well above average. I scratched my head, wondering where I had gotten the idea I had some massive cock down my trousers.
I looked over at my spotting partner, who’s cock indeed seemed to have gotten larger when I was busy measuring. He looked to pack around six inches too now, looking just a centimeter or two smaller than me. I wanted to hand him the ruler so we could get this over with, still confident I was going to win this, but he just shook his head.
“Nah man, I’m still not fully hard.”
His self-assured expression turned a little more wicked.
“Besides, little man, 6.1 inches seems way too large for your tiny dick, measure it again.”
The confident me, who would have told that fairy to get out of his house and to ogle dicks elsewhere, seemed weirdly unavailable. So I just grabbed the ruler again, and placed it next to my dick.
“2 Inches” I admitted meekly, reading the results from the ruler.
New memories flooded my mind. Girls being disappointed the hot bod came with so little cock. Embarrassing moments in the shower where I had to cover up my little penis. Years of humiliation for my tiny endowment were now ever-present in my memory, of course I wasn’t average, I was pathetic.
My lifting partner smiled, stroking his massive cock with a smile like it was the first time he was holding his legendary fuck stick. I could always see his massive bulge through his gym shorts, it’s contents bouncing happily when we did cardio together. Girls biting their lips whenever they spotted his manly manhood through his trousers. The showers falling silent when he walked in, with that log swinging between his legs.
“Give me the ruler, buddy, this is about as hard as I’m gonna get.”
I handed him the ruler, but his cock extended just a little further than the ten inches it was equipped to measure.
“Well, my cock is somewhere over ten inches then I guess. I think we can say I won, right?”
I nodded, not even sure why I had called the dick measuring contest in the first place. Well, I did know, to see his mouth-watering sized cock hard in the flesh of course, all those videos of him jerking off online just weren’t enough for me anymore.
I smiled, slapping my lifting partner on the back.
“At least I still got the bigger muscles.” I said, playfully.
My spotter’s expression turned sour, his face turning dark as he mumbled some words in a weird sounding foreign language.
I felt dizzy for a moment, before refining my footings.
I slapped him on his ass again, the bulging glutes shaking pleasantly in my frail and bony arm. His handsome face having a very satisfied expression on his thick neck, as he guided my mouth to his jaw breaking cock. I couldn’t believe that I had the honor of being able to worship my buddy, the international fitness icon before he went to the gym. His 8-pack glistened in the sun of his private outdoor yard, his muscles seeming just as bulging and massive as usual.
He always asked me join him when he went to the gym to train that massive body of his, but I always respectfully declined. My slender frame had no place in a gym, I could train my bubble butt at home.
Before taking his gigantic member in my mouth, and letting him use me like the cum rag I am, I managed to muffle out: “Funny how we’re the same height, ain’t it? Guess even you have stay stuck at 5′11.”
He just smiled while shoving his enormous shaft down my throat, the sound of some weird foreign words he was mumbling drowned out by my puny body moaning.