| Seeing Joe - Part 3
JD: I was paralyzed. I just sat there with my raging hard on. With out completely thinking over what he had just asked me to do, I lowered my legs so he could see my bulge. I must have looked small in comparison to what he was used to dealing with on a daily basis. He grabbed the flashlight from me and pointed it at my crotch. Now I had an inkling of what he must have felt like when I was looking at him under the gaze of a flashlight…but in reverse! After what seemed like forever, but in actuality was probably not much longer than the time I gawked at him, I reached for my sleeping bag, and pulled it over me to block his stare.
He looked up and said, "Aw come on, you weren't even that hard yet."
I was mortified. Not only was I hard, I was rock hard, and he didn't even think I was fully erect! I was again speechless and looked him in the eye. He seemed like he was being serious! It was my turn to laugh. I was laughing at his being naïve now and the fact that my hard on didn't even make an impression. He looked at me not knowing what the deal was, and I told him, "Joe, not only am I hard, but I am probably as big as I have ever been", and laughed feeling more and more insecure in my masculinity by the moment.
He said, "Really? Let me see and grabbed for my sleeping bag."
The situation was way too awkward and tense as we were both terribly excited, horny, and wrestling to see each other's boners. Finally I gave in and said, "Ok, but we both pull our sleeping bags down together at the same time."
He jumped at the thought before I could say anything else and said, "Ok, on three."
We both sat up in our sleeping bags. I probably could have cum right then and there just from the sheer excitement of the situation, but somehow I managed not to blow all over him and the tent. He quickly counted down, "One, Two, Three", and he pulled down his sleeping bag and his bulge was again almost in plain view. I could tell his shorts and shirt were doing their best to conceal Joe's captive monster, but his summer clothes definitely left no doubt about the massive size of the cock that lay underneath the thin material.
I pushed my sleeping bag down as more of a reaction to him doing it…almost unconscious as I once again gawked at him. I had to see his penis' size again, and there it was, covered only by the thin layer of his shorts and t-shirt. It was almost as if I didn't care that my best friend was checking me out. It was as if time was standing still and I could check out my best friend's package with out any worry of repercussions. I was only aware of his giant bulge. Joe the person became periphery to his awesome endowment.
I wanted to touch his penis again, but I wanted to be careful not to make the moment end. He was so big. He was much bigger than I had originally thought I had seen. He was big in every sense of the word. He was long and thick. I am sure my pulse went up just looking at him. I immediately took stock of him once again and confirmed that I was definitely inferior to Joe. He had me in so many ways in life physically. But I guess the thought that I could still compete with him in the sexual sense was still a factor in the back of my mind…until now. I felt humbled and humiliated to be in his presence.
From that moment on, I seemed to defer to his perceived superiority over me. Not that he in anyway commanded it from me, but I guess the newfound knowledge of his excessive masculine presence seemed to force me to cower to him. Maybe it was the whole concept of the alpha male. If bigger was better, he had to be a lot better than me. If people view the size of men's penises as a measurement for their masculinity, then Joe had to be one of the manliest men that I have ever encountered.
Just looking at his massive hard on beneath his shirt, I could tell that he could easily out perform anybody I had ever seen. Just looking at him I knew that he would be the envy of anyone who saw him or knew about his gigantic endowment. If anyone saw it, they would simply be drawn to him. I knew seeing this huge bulge in front of me would make anyone instantly want him. Just being with something like that would be a feat in itself. I simply knew it. It didn't matter how he performed sexually, just that he showed up at all was enough. I knew he could easily make anyone's sexual fantasies come true just by dropping his pants.
Don't get me wrong; this was definitely not Joe's style. At least it wasn't the Joe that I knew. He was shy about being naked, and I was starting to realize why. He often thought he wasn't good enough. He often thought he wasn't cute enough or his muscles weren't big enough. He would never be the one to suggest otherwise. But I knew. I knew that any man knowing about what I had just found out about that night would feel dwarfed next to him. Inadequate. Not that he would have made it a point to tell everyone to feel better about himself or to make others feel less about themselves, but just that simple knowledge would have that effect.
I came back into reality; suddenly realizing that I was breathing heavy and my own penis was throbbing in my shorts. Joe looked at me and smiled. He said, "You are hard, sorry."
He continued to look in my eyes and I continued to be mesmerized by his size as if it was some kind of snake holding me in a trance. Except this time the snake was the charmer. I didn't know how to respond. What now? What could I possibly say? I was still transfixed, fixated. I wanted and needed to know all about him. I wanted to know everything. How was it possible? What must it be like? How will he ever be able to have kids?
He interrupted my silence, and laughed at me staring at him. I could only respond with more questions. I asked him, "Is everything bigger on you?"
He responded by saying, "What are you talking about?"
I needed no more encouragement. He had opened the door. I was going to get it all answered. It was in his court to say enough was enough, not mine. I felt like I could ask about him all night. What had he done? Who knows? I immediately responded to him, asking the most obvious thing that came into my mind looking at his hulking bulge towering over mine. "Are your balls as big as your dick?" | 
