rainfletcher: A former boss of mine asked me to go to the restroom during a client dinner to see if I could cover the bill, as he'd run up a tad too many 100-dollar-a-bottles of wine. He'd bragged alot about his 8 inch dick, while I never said anything at all. In fact, I was self-deprecating, if anything. He's a few inches taller than me, black and weighs about twice as much. He's definately always been into the 'black is better' thing - assuming that only black people have anything more than 5 or 6 inches. As I'm only 5'8" and 160, his assumptions were compounded.
So, we go to take a piss, and he steps about 2 feet back from the urinal and stands there with his hands on his hips, hapilly admiring what God gave him.
So, I step up right next to him, and hold mine discretely in my hand (if you could call it that), let loose and he can't help but notice. He took his hands off his hips, washed his hands and left with a humbled look on his face.
Never was the same between us. :) The beauty of it, was that I never adverstised or was obvious about anything. He bragged all the time. It just made the 'moment of truth' that much more satisfying for me, and that much more hard for him to swallow... | 
