Just thought I'd post this because I find it a little funny...So, last night a buddy of mine from work and I met at my apartment for a few beers and then took off to one of my favorite stops downtown, McCarthy's, for a few more. I insisted that he try one of their infamous Irish Carbombs since he had never been there before. You have to know -- my buddy is a pretty big, solid guy. He's about 6'3", I think, and he looks like a football player -- maybe a little smaller in the weight department -- and he's the typical guy you'd expect to drink until he throws up and then go back at it again. (He calls this a "puking rally.")
Periodically, he'd whine about his tolerance being low. Though he heckled me about lagging behind at dinner (he drank about 1.5 times faster than me), I soon caught up to him that evening and passed him. He shirked his Carbomb; he went to the bar bathroom to puke, and I ended up downing his too. So, Dee scored a few bravado points for outdrinking this guy...
The car ride home: I don't know how this topic started, but we ended up swapping dick sizes. He gave me an affirmative remark and said that he was pretty big himself, 'bout 8.5" or so and pretty thick. "Cool," I figured. So when we ended up back at his place to chill and loiter, I called him out on it. "Let's see it," I said, a real put-up-or-shut-up manuever. I didn't think I was too threatening about it; of course, I didn't expect my buddy to be cool with backing up his claims so, whether he felt threatened or not, no telling. (It's not really a question of sexuality. Straight or not, I don't think I would have said anything differently.) And like the Carbomb manuever before, he ended up painfully shying away from the dare. I laughed it off and then I left for my apartment.
There's not a whole lot to process here. He was probably stunned at my bold dare despite being drunk. I don't think he'll start blabbing anything, and even if he did, I'd either deny it or say, to hell with it, he chickened out and he's a pussified drinker. (Fire with fire, eh?) I'm not worried there.
My only meaningful remark here is that, as a well-hung guy, I expect, to some degree, that your average well-hung guy is so much more confident about what they pack in the trousers. Sure, it doesn't apply to every guy. At the same time, you know that if you're ever "called out" about your size, you can clear your throat, drop your trousers, and expect to stun/shock/make your voyeur squeal with delight, too. (In my case, an affirmative nod and statement: Damn, dude, you're huge too. That's cool.)
On the one hand, yeah, it sucked that my friend wouldn't back his claims up. It's always cool to secretly know who among you has a big-dicked ally. On the other hand, of the few friends I've had who were big, only one "put up," so the odds were relatively low that this guy would follow suit to begin with. Should've known better, I guess.
