come on, I see you checking out my cock every time I take off my pants.” He smirked at me. “Don’t try and deny it either.”

“Well . . .” I blushed. “It’s pretty hard not to notice.” I almost added, ‘something that big’, but I kept it to myself.

Carl made eye contact with me and smiled. “Guys are always looking at each others cocks in the locker room. It’s a natural thing. There’s no need to freak out.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I paused. “What about the chicks? They must love your cock.”

“Sure, what’s not to love?” He smiled. “With chicks though, they always end up complaining. Especially while giving head or taking it in the ass. You know,” he made his voice high and fluttered his hands, “Oh Carl, it hurts! It’s too big.”

I laughed and then got quiet. Actually, I didn’t know, but I said, “I can imagine.” I paused. I couldn’t believe we were talking about his dick, but then I surprised even myself when I asked, “How big does it get anyway?”

Carl paused and gave me a look as if that was the exact question he was waiting for. “Why don’t you measure it and find out for yourself.”

“Yeah right.” I laughed and shook my head, but the immediately stopped when I realized he wasn’t laughing along.

He smiled and then squeezed his bulge. “Oh come on,” he said in a soft voice. “I’m getting turned on just thinking about it. Wanna find out?”

I stared at him in disbelief. “What? You’re serious.”

He smiled at me. He had that same playful energy I had first seen in the locker room that first day—the energy that I was first attracted to. He rubbed his growing bulge and said, “What do you think?”

I didn’t know how to respond, but I felt a surge of excitement and fortunately, it didn’t appear as though Carl needed an answer.

Carl stood, slowly peeled off his shirt and then kicked off his shoes. I looked at the soft trail of hair that led from beneath his navel to under his pants. Carl noticed my eyes and then without a moment’s hesitation, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he dropped his pants and kicked them off.

I could see the outline of his huge cock in his tight underwear. He looked as sexy as one of those models in the underwear ads.

Carl reached down and peeled off his socks as he looked at me. And then dragging his thumb down that same trail of hair I was looking at moments before he slipped it beneath the elastic band of his underwear and pulled them down. He smiled proudly as his cock popped out and began to slowly rise with the beating of his heart.

Carl stood there like the perfect specimen of masculinity he was, his cock growing bigger by the moment. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at his cock as if it were an old friend. He flexed his muscles and his dick continued to rise. All I could do was stare.

“What do you think?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.

Speechlessly, I looked away.

“Gees,” Carl said. “You were the one who asked. Now you’re going to pretend like you don’t want to