crotch.

“Whatever man, you're probably all talk!” I said, laughing.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Yeah, maybe it is.”

“I won't be the only one going bare assed, if I do it, you have to!” he said.

“Deal, buddy,” I said.

We both unzipped our jeans and pushed them down to our ankles. I was wearing black boxer briefs that hugged my big thighs. Tyson was wearing black and blue boxers. We then hooked our thumbs in our undies and pushed them down with our jeans. My jaw dropped. He was huge! Probably 6 inches, soft. I quickly clamped my jaw shut, hoping that Tyson hadn't seen that. He was uncut, but that didn't matter because even soft, his dick's velvety head was exposed. His balls hung low and were about an average size. And then there was hair! Tyson's balls were covered in hair and he had a patch of pubes around his cock. I glanced down at my dick, only 4 inches soft. My balls were bigger than most guys and hung quite low. I was shaved clean, except for a slight dusting of hair on my ass.

“Sorry dude, but I'm bigger. No contest,” he said with a grin, eyeing my crotch.

“Whatever man, I'm a lot longer hard so fuck off,” I replied playfully.

“Bullshit,” he said, grabbing his cock and jerking it.

I started to do the same. I can't believe it was this easy! I watched Tyson's cock start to grow. At first it didn't seem larger, but that changed quickly. As blood filled his cock, his cock became enormous. I would guess 9 and half inches, at least! Once again, I looked down and compared it to my 8 inches. (Hey, 8 inches is still pretty big, right? But I felt pretty small compared to his horse cock.)

“Fuck, Tyson, you're a fucking horse!”

“I know man, you’re not on the small side either, but still not as big as me, bro.”

“Well man, we better get these towels folded,” I said as I pulled my jeans up and zipped and buttoned them.

“What the fuck do you mean? Do your really think I can fit in my jeans with my horse cock hard?”

I thought to myself for a moment. His jeans always were pretty tight, but I think he was just being arrogant. But, this was another opportunity.

“Then jerk off. I'll leave if you want,” I said.

“Fuck that. I haven't masturbated since I was 13, I always have had some pussy!” he said, then his eyebrow twitched up as he stared at me, “do you want to help a buddy out, Dunc?”

I did! I did so much! But what do I say, if I answer like that, he'll think I'm a total fag (which I am), and I'm still in the closet.

“I don't know, bro, I don't roll like that,” I answered, hoping his stubborn attitude would kick in.

“Cmon man, I've seen you staring at other guys in the change room, I know you're bi, at least,” he said.

“Uh—I just...”

Shit! He knows? He never seemed very observant, it never seemed like he even realized I was catching glimpses, but know that he knows...

“Yeah, I'm a fag,” I said, preparing for him to pull his jeans up and leave.

“Good, Dunc, than get on your knees,” he said.

I did what I was told. Not that I was his slave,