The next few days were rather bland. I couldn't stop thinking about this douche who was hitting on my girlfriend when I wasn't around. Walking across the Annex I decided to head to the locker rooms. It was time to workout since my girlfriend would be in class for the next two hours and maybe I'd get lucky and flash off my dong to a few guys.
I spent a few minutes in my boxer briefs as I stood at my locker. Guys were in and out but no one was staying around. I heard the doors bang open and a bunch of guys came in to the locker room.
"This was my chance", I thought.
I started stiffening in my boxer briefs. My long bent cock started to slither its way down my underwear following its steep downward curve. After a moment I was completely hard not that anyone would be able to tell.
A few guys opened lockers around me. I slowly peeled off my boxers briefs letting my curved trunks bob to and fro. My peripheral caught nervous reactions of the guys. They collected their things, shut their lockers and walked away.
"Did you see the size of that guy?" I heard one whisper to the other.
I wrapped my towel around my waist sure to keep my hard on nice and stiff. A few guys walked out of the shower room as I headed in. Their dicks bouncing as they dried off. Just as I was about to hang up my towel and walk to the shower someone got my attention.
"Hey, are you Stacy's boyfriend?"
I turned, "Yeah, who are you?" I replied.
It was a fit guy around my age. Ripped chest, defined eight pack and strong calfs. He had a towel around his waist.
"I'm Steve, we have a class together. She's always talking about you and showing pictures. She's really cool." He said.
This was perfect I thought to myself. This guy may have a perfect physique but I'm going to punk him down right here in the showers. Then maybe he'll ease off my girlfriend.
"Uh thanks, she's pretty cool, yeah." I said. I reached for my towel.
"Yeah my girlfriend is away at another college. You're lucky yours is here with you." He said.
"Yeah I am." And with that I unwrapped my towel letting my long curved cock bob free. I gave it a gentle flex insuring I was as hard as possible. I hung my towel on the post and turned back toward Steve.
"Whoa dude." He said. This was it I thought.
"Do you have a boner?" He said surprised.
"What?" I replied nervous and confused.
"Your dick it looks huge but aren't you hard?" He inquired.
"Uh no. No way man. This is all me." I said with a nervous tone.
"Uh that's cool. Stacy's a lucky girl." And with that he dropped his towel and hung it on the post across from mine.
What I saw shocked me. Steve's dick no his cock Hung limply between his strong muscled thighs. Massive was an understatement. He was easily as long as my hard on but he was visibly soft. It dangled for a moment. As impressive as his length it was the sheer girth that was a shocked. It looked one and a half times my own girth.
"It's cool to not be the only guy packing but I think I edged you out on thickness." He joked.
My heart sank and I'm sure I was pale.
"Yeah I think so." I replied.
"Well dude see ya around." He walked over to his shower. His heavy meat swaying as he did.
I walked to my own shower and turned it on. I reached for some soap and started to lather my hands. I reached for my raging hard dick. Just as my hands encircled my stiff, downward drooping shaft I felt my dick jerk.
"Oh no." I thought.
I began shooting my load all over my shower stall. Stream after stream shit to the tiled floor.
I began to limpen. "How could I compete with that?"