Delfina's phone ran . . . It was the same thing every evening the rest of the week. Jim couldn't get the super size queen Dan mentioned out of his mind. Delfina had done her best to accommodate Jim's monster, but she'd never had one even half Jim's size and as hot as fucking her had been, it wasn't the good hard fucking Jim needed. He dreamt about pumping his fat shaft between the big tits of the super size queen, then fucking her, pushing his cock deep, deep, DEEP inside her. Feeling her full, firm massive tits on his chest as he pounded her without mercy. Feeling the walls of her cunt gripping her tight and opening wider for him than they've ever been opened, feeling her insides give way as he bulled his way in deeper and deeper and DEEPER. Waking up every morning with hardons that took hour long jackoff sessions to relieve and then getting hard all through the day. Friday night couldn't get here fast enough for Jim. And now it was here and Jim sat at the bar finishing his second Foster's. He stacked the second can on top of the first and smirked, "Add one more and that's about as long as I am . . . soft." With that thought the beer began making it's presence felt and Jim started developing a piss hardon. Yet another reason to sit at the bar, the stool let him keep his left leg straight. With a cock that reaches your knee when it's soft, keeping your leg straight gives it room to grow, and growing it was. Taking off his jacket Jim stood up and started walking to the restroom, doing nothing to conceal his endowment. The massive bulge snaking down his left leg pushing past his knee giving Jim an odd stiff legged gait. The grape fruit sized balls swollen and heavy making an equally obscene bulge down Jim's right leg. The restroom was packed and Jim walked right to a urinal in the middle of the crowd, unzipped and hauled out his monster. He felt the eyes of every man in the room on his cock which caused it to swell. A strong steady stream of piss flowed from Jim's fire hose into the urinal. Just as the last of Jim's piss hit the porcelain Jim heard someone say "Hey Eric how's it going?" and saw a tall blond man walk up to a urinal one stand over. Like Jim he stook about a foot back from the urinal and took a long time to get ready. While Jim was shaking things out the man standing between Eric and Jim quickly exited after several glances left and right. When he left Jim saw a cock that rivaled his in size, as did Eric. "Holy fuck dude, nice cock," said Eric. "Thanks. You too," replied Jim. "What's that thing go? Foot and a half it looks like," said Eric. "A little bigger," said Jim, "soft. You?" "Close. How about hard? That thing over two feet?" "Yeah, how about yours?" "Close, about two inches shy. Damn that's a monster. Makes mine look small." "I don't think that's possible," Jim said laughing. The bathroom had cleared out, the other men being overwhelmed by the two monsters comparing their hoses. Jim felt his cock growing, longer, thicker heavier. The folds of skin stretching out as the monster grew in length and swelled in girth. Eric felt his monster doing the same. He'd never been in the presence of a man who was within half a foot of his length, let alone a man who was bigger. Suddenly Eric felt a wave of arousal. He knew what was going to happen. It had happened to him a lot, but he'd always been on the other side of things. He'd always been the man with the bigger cock who fucked the other guy's woman while he watched. But tonight he was sure he was going to watch as his girl took a cock that was longer and thicker than his own huge meat, and he couldn't believe how excited he was.