| Seeing Joe - Part 4
JD: It was such a stupid question. The moment I asked it, I wished I could have retracted it or rephrased it better. He said, "No, are yours?"
I laughed at my own question and for the first time in a while had the guts to look him in his eyes. Starting to shake, I told him, "I mean, proportionately. Do you have bigger balls than other guys?"
He said, "How would I know?"
It was a good point that I obviously once again hadn't thought about. He always changed alone. After he said this I realized he would have no frame of reference for a lot of the silly questions I was dreaming up in my mind. I started to realize that probably his only real frame of reference up to that night for a guy close to his age would more than likely end up being me. I started to get the feeling that he wanted to know about me as badly as I wanted to know about him. I found myself once again staring at him. By him I mean his giant bulge. I realized that he and his dick had become separate entities to me. I had to start thinking of Joe as a person once again and not as two different things.
I have never before been this close to another guy both physically and emotionally. Never have I been sitting next to a guy with a dick as big as Joe's. But as awkward as it should have been, we were both equals in the sense that we were both very curious about each other. In the end we were both curious for the same reason: How would we stack up against other guys? Both of us were sitting there all but naked looking at each other's packages intently, working out the answers for ourselves and working up to asking each other more questions.
I finally answered his question, "I just figured with a dick that size you'd know." I snickered at him and he looked at me and laughed. It kind of was unspoken that we would just answer each other's questions that night. No reservations. We would just answer as best as we could and learn as much as we could from each other. Being truthful was the best route in my mind.
I decided to just tell him what I was feeling. I told him, "Look Joe, this is intimidating as hell for me. I know it is not your fault, but just seeing you like this has really got me excited and scared at the same time."
He asked me, "Why?"
I told him, "I am excited because I now know someone like you, and before everyone I ran with as far as I knew was 'normal'. I have the advantage of calling you my best friend, but I am scared you are way more advanced than I am, and if you aren't you soon will be. There is no way I can 'measure up' to you." I continued to shake.
Joe asked me, "What do you mean?" He must've sensed how difficult this was for me. He seemed to change his whole demeanor, and seemed concerned that this entire event had changed our roles irreparably. It did seem to change us, but it was more of gaining respect for each other and what had just been shared. A new confidence was growing between us among other things.
I told him, "I mean, never have I seen anything like this. I can't help but to feel small in front of you. You didn't even think I had much of a boner a little bit ago. It is exciting as hell for me to be in your company right now, but I am not sure I can ever feel the same around you again. I am afraid that you will be able to have sex on demand, and I will be lucky to have sex before college or even in college for that matter. I will be left behind or left out. I fear that once the word gets out about you, you can call all the shots."
He looked at me and said, "Look buddy, you are my best friend. I don't see anything changing that. We can talk about anything, and I don't see that changing. I'll tell you everything, and you can do the same for me."
Once he said that, I got the courage to call him on his words. After I built up some courage, I started to ask him some more of the questions on my mind. I said, " I am sorry if this seems so forward but I just have to know,"
He said, "Ask me anything, bud."
I wanted to know everything so I asked, "How big are your balls?"
He looked at me, thought for a moment, and then just asked, "Wanna see?"
I could only shake my head in the affirmative as he started to wriggle out of his shorts. He looked at me just sitting there and stopped and said, "You too."
In an unconscious movement I did as I was told going a step farther, probably subconsciously removing all my clothes hoping he would do the same. As he pulled his shorts off around his bubble butt, I noticed he was wearing a jock strap underneath. My Dad always wears a jock strap under his swimming suit, but I never saw a need. I deduced that Joe would need more support than most guys and this started to address a lot of my previous thoughts. | 
