“Yes, William. Grab a measuring tape and get your numbers. Let’s see if it works.”
William paused for a moment before heading for the kitchen. He opened the kitchen drawer dedicated to miscellaneous items and rummaged around. After a short time, he managed to find a tape measure. He returned to Amanda who was swiping through her phone with her legs crossed. Her smooth, tan legs were on full display. “Ok,” he said, unsure what to do.
Amanda looked up. “Well? Go in the bathroom and do it. What are you waiting for?”
“Oh right. Sure,” said William as he quickly hurried off to the bathroom. Amanda smiled and shook her head. That poor guy she thought to herself as she always does whenever William was awkward.
He shut the door and locked it. He turned on the fan for background noise before pulling his pants down. He was so nervous and uncomfortable, his cock was completely flaccid. He started tugging on it, trying to get it hard. When that didn’t work, he debated lying and saying he got his measurements. But secretly, he wanted to tell her the truth. He wanted to see how she reacted.
He closed his eyes and pictured the one thing he knew would do the trick: Amanda. Naked in the shower. She was soaping her body down. Every inch of her perfect body was covered in soap suds. Her hand wandered across her voluptuous breasts, slid down her tight belly, and plunged deep between her legs. He imagined her pussy as completely shaved, pink, and fat. He imagined she masturbated with three fingers, sliding in and out quickly.
Like clockwork, he was hard. Hard as a rock. He opened his eyes to see his throbbing member pulsing in his hand as he stroked it.
“You done?” Amanda called out as it had been quite some time.
“Almost!” William responded, quickly realizing that Amanda must have been aware what he was doing. After all, how else would he get hard?
William was honest about not knowing his dimensions. He never even tried. He knew he was bigger than average, however. As he pulled out the tape measure, his cock retreated a tiny bit. He stroked it feverishly to regain its strength. He then laid the tape across it, first starting at the tip, then changing his mind and starting from the base.
He pulled the tape out from the case, inch by inch. 5 inches. 6 inches. 7… 8…. He was still bigger.
When he reached the very tip, his cock just made it past the nine inch mark. He had a nine inch penis. In fact, it was longer than that.
He tried from another angle. And another. He tried from the bottom and again from the side. No matter what, he was over nine inches. He determined it was about 9.2 inches.
Dumbfounded, he put the tape measure down and ran the faucet. First he washed his hands, then turned the temperature to cold. He rubbed it on his cock to try and get it to go down.
“Now?” Amanda called out impatiently.
“Almost!” William called back, again feeling odd about his response.
At last, he was back to his flaccid state. He tucked his penis back in and emerged from the bathroom.
“Jeez!” Amanda laughed. “It’s not a science experiment, William!”
William stopped at the fridge and grabbed two of the four beers he had in there before heading over to the couch. He opened one for Amanda and handed it to her. She took a sip and placed it on the coffee table, anxiously looking up at William.
He stood in front of her and swigged his beer silently. “Well?” she asked impatiently.
“Oh right,” William said as he took the phone from her. He typed and swiped at it as he nervously edited his profile to include his newfound dimensions. Amanda patiently watched as she looked up at him. While William focused on his phone, she carefully stole a glance at his crotch. No noticeable bulge was visible.
“Ok. All set,” he said as he sat down next to her. “Now we wait.”
Amanda felt slightly disappointed. She was hoping to hear what the result was. “Can I see that?” she asked, holding her hand out.
William hesitated, but remembered he wanted to see her reaction. Now was his chance. He handed her the phone and took a sip of beer, trying to play it off like he didn’t care. Amanda took his phone and looked down at it, tucking some of her blonde hair behind her ear. He studied her face as she navigated his phone. His heart raced. He prayed she wouldn’t laugh at him, or be disgusted, or worse, run out on him.
But instead her eyes got wide. She covered her mouth as she read what was on the screen. She looked up at him, eyes still showing immense surprise.
“What?” William asked, unsure what to think of the situation.
“William!” she shouted. “No fucking way!”
“What?” he asked again. “Are you looking at my profile?”
“Yes!” she said. “I am! It says nine inches? Is that a mistake?”
“No… I mean… I don’t think it’s a mistake. I did what I was supposed to do. I even tried from different angles and what not.”
“Your penis is nine inches?!” she asked. William tried to decipher if she was shocked, disgusted, in disbelief, or all of the above. He didn’t know what to think.
“I guess I could go double check,” he said in haste.
“No… well… I mean even if you’re almost right…” she looked up at him. “William, that’s insane.”
He was confused. He didn’t know what to think. “What do you mean insane?”
Amanda handed the phone back. “I mean you’re fucking hung, dude!”
William was relieved. He felt like he had accomplished something. For the first time in his relationship with Amanda, he felt like he was the one who had something to brag about as opposed to her. “Umm… thanks?” he said.
Amanda giggled. William could see that she may have even been blushing. His wildest dreams of seeing her reaction were living up to their expectations. He felt relieved. Tonight was shaping out to be the best moment of his life.
She took a sip of beer as she continued to shake her head. “That’s unreal. You’re really that big? How is that possible?”
No one had ever asked William that question. In fact, he had never even thought about it himself. He dealt with a larger than average penis his entire life. He never chalked it up to anything but him being an outlier. All he could do was shrug. “Just the way God made me,” he cheesily responded.
“Damn,” Amanda said as she tried herself to picture what his cock probably looked like. The quick glimpses she got from the dressing room and the tight jeans proved to be accurate. Her awkward, quirky, shy, socially anxious friend of many years possessed a giant cock.
The two of them carried on the evening, drinking the only two remaining beers in the fridge before Amanda finally called it a night and went home.
As soon as she got home, she hopped right into the shower.
As she washed her body, she knew what she wanted to do afterwards. The decision was already made. It seemed no different from any other time she was looking to get off. She distinctly remembered a time when she came home from an all night party in a barn. A very attractive boy was flirting with her all night. They even danced close to each other and she could feel his hardness. Despite their chemistry, nothing ever happened that night and she went home alone. She masturbated harder than she ever had before going to bed. Tonight was just like that. Except one major difference was what she was thinking about.