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Jason, my roommate for freshman year at college turned out to be a guy from my home town who attended our hated rival Central High. So we had lots to argue about, mainly the football teams relative prowess or which cheerleaders had the nicest tits. Somehow the question of which school had the best chess team never arose. Jason was the kind of guy I liked: a loud mouth prick who didnt mind being put in his place. He pretended to dislike me. Every second sentence of his began: "David, youre so full of shit..."
When we undressed at night I found myself enjoying the moment he would strip to his briefs for bed. I would deliberately engage him in conversation so I could look at his muscular body while we talked. Then I would undress also and be disappointed when he didnt glance my way, didnt seem to acknowledge that I had a muscular build too.
Although I played it cool at first and never purposefully timed it to happen, I knew it was inevitable that we would encounter each other in the dorm showers. I just wanted a complete picture of him, thats all. Can any friendship be complete if youve never seen each other naked? I felt I had a right to see what his prick looked like, how big it was, whether or not he was cut; as a consolation because it didnt seem likely that our relationship would move beyond friendly acrimony, the superficial guy to guy stuff. Then it happened. The dorm shower room was a plain rectangular room with 5 shower heads on each of the two walls facing each other, separated by flimsy plastic partitions open at the front. The few shy boys had to position themselves close to the wall to avoid having the guy next to them taking a peek at their precious manhood. Jason was not one of those types, of course. That day I found him proudly facing outward soaping himself, eyes closed, blissfully unaware that I had taken the shower directly opposite. When our eyes met I am ashamed to admit a tiny bit of awkwardness. Not embarrassment, exactly; just a funny feeling. Showering in front of strangers is nothing. But being naked with a friend and roommate for the first time personalizes your nakedness and makes it total. Thankfully this feeling always lasts but a few seconds, and soon Jason and I were gabbing away. When he turned to talk to another guy in the room I seized my chance and took a good look at his cock. Thicker and slightly longer than average, cut, with a really amazing color I couldnt identify. Was is brown, purple, grey? Jason obligingly turned around and I checked out his large round radiantly white bum set against the rich tan of his body. The bum was covered by matted down light brown hair which I imagined would appear short and fuzzy when dry. The hair was an unusual find because he didnt have much body hair elsewhere. I quickly rinsed off and left the shower as I didnt want to pop one. In bed that night I thought a lot about Jasons cock. Not what I had expected. What did I expect? Ive learned from experience that you cant tell about a guys cock simply by checking him out when hes wearing clothes, even just shorts. You have to see the thing in the flesh. As I drifted off I remembered that I didnt check out his balls.
During the next two weeks Jason referred a few times to his "big dick", most often in non-relevant contexts. He had never talked like that before. I guess the pinhead assumed I checked out his cock that time in the showers. In bed one night Jason was yakking away and again referred to his massive cock, how pussy loved it, all that typical shit.
"Come on Jason, youre only a small large, and thats because of its thickness. Ill bet most guys on the swim team have longer ones, for fuck sake."
There was a pause. I could just imagine Jason fuming away in the dark. But maybe I made a mistake and broke the guy code: I admitted I gave his prick a good enough look to estimate its size with accuracy. But instead of attempting to tease me by pointing this out Jason began to talk cock, something I had always wanted a straight dude to do - just talk cock with me. He said he had the worlds greatest cock, a cock large and scary, something which chicks couldnt get enough of, a work of art, a masterpiece of male pride. I listened to this with a raging hard on hidden under the sheets in the dark.
"Yeah, but Jason," I finally interjected "come on, that color, what is it? Its weird, man."
"How can you say that, you small dicked yokel, you?"
"Hey, Im a small medium, not a small. But thats not important because mine is aesthetically pleasing, not like yours."
"What the fuck does that mean..."
"Aesthetically pleasing, you bozo. Its means my dick is beautiful to look at." It was true. My cock was perfect. I had a theory that smaller cocks were the nicest looking because they had better proportions between the shaft and dickhead. In addition, mine was smooth and white with a dark circ scar half an inch from the bubble gum pink cone. I pointed all this out to Jason who was snickering, the asshole.
"Smaller ones are more user friendly."
"Mines bigger."
"Mines perfectly shaped. And white. Wheres your circ scar, eh? Buried in all that dark stuff so you cant see it."
"Look, anyone would say mines better than yours. Any objective person, not your mom or girlfriend, if you have one."
Eventually we resolved to have someone judge the relative merits of our cocks and pronounce a winner, so convinced we were of our own superiority that we thought one persons opinion would be enough. Jason volunteered several females as candidates. "But Jason, do we really want a chick to judge? After all, do chicks really appreciate our dicks? Be honest. You know as well as I do that only about half of them really like to suck cock...." I was guessing here but based it on grumbling Ive heard down the years from various guys. I continued: "You keep having to ask, and with some its Oh, I cant do that... you pee with it"
"Maybe youre right...other guys, sometimes, have told me they felt underappreciated. So who do we get?"
"Well, we could get a gay guy to judge."
After a pause Jason said: "Yeah, that may not be a bad idea - a fag! They know best because they own the equipment too. And any one of them has seen more dicks than any chick. Great idea, but do you have anyone in mind?"
"Well, let me think...hmm."
"Hey, wait a minute. Theres a guy down the hall whos a fag. You know, the tall blond guy, kinda skinny."
"Kyle? Why do you think hes gay?"
When we undressed at night I found myself enjoying the moment he would strip to his briefs for bed. I would deliberately engage him in conversation so I could look at his muscular body while we talked. Then I would undress also and be disappointed when he didnt glance my way, didnt seem to acknowledge that I had a muscular build too.
Although I played it cool at first and never purposefully timed it to happen, I knew it was inevitable that we would encounter each other in the dorm showers. I just wanted a complete picture of him, thats all. Can any friendship be complete if youve never seen each other naked? I felt I had a right to see what his prick looked like, how big it was, whether or not he was cut; as a consolation because it didnt seem likely that our relationship would move beyond friendly acrimony, the superficial guy to guy stuff. Then it happened. The dorm shower room was a plain rectangular room with 5 shower heads on each of the two walls facing each other, separated by flimsy plastic partitions open at the front. The few shy boys had to position themselves close to the wall to avoid having the guy next to them taking a peek at their precious manhood. Jason was not one of those types, of course. That day I found him proudly facing outward soaping himself, eyes closed, blissfully unaware that I had taken the shower directly opposite. When our eyes met I am ashamed to admit a tiny bit of awkwardness. Not embarrassment, exactly; just a funny feeling. Showering in front of strangers is nothing. But being naked with a friend and roommate for the first time personalizes your nakedness and makes it total. Thankfully this feeling always lasts but a few seconds, and soon Jason and I were gabbing away. When he turned to talk to another guy in the room I seized my chance and took a good look at his cock. Thicker and slightly longer than average, cut, with a really amazing color I couldnt identify. Was is brown, purple, grey? Jason obligingly turned around and I checked out his large round radiantly white bum set against the rich tan of his body. The bum was covered by matted down light brown hair which I imagined would appear short and fuzzy when dry. The hair was an unusual find because he didnt have much body hair elsewhere. I quickly rinsed off and left the shower as I didnt want to pop one. In bed that night I thought a lot about Jasons cock. Not what I had expected. What did I expect? Ive learned from experience that you cant tell about a guys cock simply by checking him out when hes wearing clothes, even just shorts. You have to see the thing in the flesh. As I drifted off I remembered that I didnt check out his balls.
During the next two weeks Jason referred a few times to his "big dick", most often in non-relevant contexts. He had never talked like that before. I guess the pinhead assumed I checked out his cock that time in the showers. In bed one night Jason was yakking away and again referred to his massive cock, how pussy loved it, all that typical shit.
"Come on Jason, youre only a small large, and thats because of its thickness. Ill bet most guys on the swim team have longer ones, for fuck sake."
There was a pause. I could just imagine Jason fuming away in the dark. But maybe I made a mistake and broke the guy code: I admitted I gave his prick a good enough look to estimate its size with accuracy. But instead of attempting to tease me by pointing this out Jason began to talk cock, something I had always wanted a straight dude to do - just talk cock with me. He said he had the worlds greatest cock, a cock large and scary, something which chicks couldnt get enough of, a work of art, a masterpiece of male pride. I listened to this with a raging hard on hidden under the sheets in the dark.
"Yeah, but Jason," I finally interjected "come on, that color, what is it? Its weird, man."
"How can you say that, you small dicked yokel, you?"
"Hey, Im a small medium, not a small. But thats not important because mine is aesthetically pleasing, not like yours."
"What the fuck does that mean..."
"Aesthetically pleasing, you bozo. Its means my dick is beautiful to look at." It was true. My cock was perfect. I had a theory that smaller cocks were the nicest looking because they had better proportions between the shaft and dickhead. In addition, mine was smooth and white with a dark circ scar half an inch from the bubble gum pink cone. I pointed all this out to Jason who was snickering, the asshole.
"Smaller ones are more user friendly."
"Mines bigger."
"Mines perfectly shaped. And white. Wheres your circ scar, eh? Buried in all that dark stuff so you cant see it."
"Look, anyone would say mines better than yours. Any objective person, not your mom or girlfriend, if you have one."
Eventually we resolved to have someone judge the relative merits of our cocks and pronounce a winner, so convinced we were of our own superiority that we thought one persons opinion would be enough. Jason volunteered several females as candidates. "But Jason, do we really want a chick to judge? After all, do chicks really appreciate our dicks? Be honest. You know as well as I do that only about half of them really like to suck cock...." I was guessing here but based it on grumbling Ive heard down the years from various guys. I continued: "You keep having to ask, and with some its Oh, I cant do that... you pee with it"
"Maybe youre right...other guys, sometimes, have told me they felt underappreciated. So who do we get?"
"Well, we could get a gay guy to judge."
After a pause Jason said: "Yeah, that may not be a bad idea - a fag! They know best because they own the equipment too. And any one of them has seen more dicks than any chick. Great idea, but do you have anyone in mind?"
"Well, let me think...hmm."
"Hey, wait a minute. Theres a guy down the hall whos a fag. You know, the tall blond guy, kinda skinny."
"Kyle? Why do you think hes gay?"