I’ve been friends with this guy since college. Let’s call him Mike.
Even back then it was an open secret that Mike is incredibly hung—a thick 8.5 inches. We never dated or anything, he isn’t even really my type (he’s a surfer, I’m more into the nerdy/intellectual type) but he dated several of my friends and we gradually became friends.
In the back of my mind I was always conscious that he was packing (even if I hadn’t known, it was conspicuously visible through his jeans, shorts, etc.) but I’m tiny and I knew we wouldn’t even have been physically compatible. Like, there’s no way that thing could fit in me.
Fast forward to post-college life, and we ended up in the same city and hung out quite a bit, still as friends. One Saturday afternoon two years ago we were both hanging out at his place, and we decided to smoke some weed (something he does a lot and I rarely do) and watch a movie (Fast and Furious, not that it’s relevant). We’re on the couch, I’m high outta my mind, and even though I’m trying to focus on the movie my attention keeps being pulled to the bulge shaking down the thigh of his jeans. I mean, even soft, that thing is fucking enormous. And then suddenly, without even consciously thinking first, I turn to him.