Note: All people in this story are 18 years of age or older at all points in the narrative. There are no depictions of sexual violence in this story. All of these people are real people, albeit with changed names, and the descriptions of Matt's physical dimensions are absolutely accurate.
:Chapter 3:
My Saturday went like this:
6:40-7:00 Masturbate in my dorm room
7:00-7:30 Shower
7:30-8:30 Walk down to the IHOP and get breakfast
8:30-9:00 Masturbate in my dorm room
9:00-15:00 Drive home and visit with friends
15:00-15:15 Masturbate in a gas station restroom
15:15-17:00 Drive back to campus
17:00-17:45 Masturbate in my dorm room
17:45-18:30 Dinner at the dining hall
18:30-21:00 Alternate between doing some class work and masturbating in my dorm room
Fuck, I was obsessed. My mental image of Matt's huge meat hanging there in the bathroom was all I needed to get myself hard and ready to jack again. And the way he smiled to himself when he was watching me watch him had my head spinning. Why was he smiling? Did he find the size difference between us as interesting and hot as I did? Did he feel as much pity for my manhood as much as I felt awe for his?
I called up the picture of Matt's cock again in my mind. Measurements were so hard to judge, but I couldn't help myself. From a few feet away, it looked like it was a foot long. It was way more than twice as large as my softie, maybe three times bigger. That would put him at nearly nine inches long flaccid. I went to my desk and found my trusty ruler. I took the tip and jammed it against my pubic bone. I laid my rapidly hardening cock against the ruler, and put my hand over the top three inches. I watched as my sore cock grew again to its full six and a quarter inches. There were still nearly three inches between my engorged glans and my estimate of Matt's flaccid cock. Those three inches, I knew from cruising internet porn and discussion boards were the elusive zone where manhoods went between average, big, huge, gigantic, and monstrous. It was notably difficult to find measured pictures of hard cocks over nine inches. If he was really nine inches soft, how fucking big did he get when hard? It was too goddamn much to think about. This morning, I had been hoping seeing a glimpse of Matt's dick would help satiate my curiosity, but all it did was increase it.
On Saturday evening, I heard Avi talking to some other guys in the dorm how Matt had a hookup coming back later. Avi and co were planning to hit the bars, which would allow Matt and a girl some time to themselves. One of the other guys laughed.
"Hope she has been soing some warm up excercises. Matt's going to split her in half."
Avi laughed too, "I know right? I hope I come back to a dorm room and not a crime scene."
"How does he use condoms? They can't fit."
"I don't know. Maybe he makes sure they're on the pill."
"Probably he doesn't care." More laughter.