Story by Brian Porter
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"I have a measuring tape somewhere." Logan was searching in his wardrobe, rummaging in his drawers, and throwing clothes on the floor.
I was excited. I was watching my friend's ass while he looked for that tape. I was pretty damn sure my butt was bigger than his. He'd finally understand how bad it was to be on the side of the small ones. I was tired of listening to him bragging about how big his dick was. Dick size has never been a topic between the two of us, but now it's become like an obsession for the two of us. Logan happy on one side, and I frustrated on the other thinking about how to get a bigger one.
"Here it is," he lifted his arm all the way up as if celebrating his success. "I knew it was here."
The two of us were naked already so we could measure our butts without a problem. We only had to find out how to do it to each other.
"I'll measure you first," he volunteered. "Turn around."
Apparently, Logan knew what to do already. I turned my back to him. He kneeled and got his face dangerously close to my butt. I watched him from over my shoulder. Logan got the tape around my waist and, without any ceremony, touched my ass while measuring me up.
"Fix it on the front. It needs to be somehow parallel to the ground," he instructed.
"It is already."
"Good. Memorize more or less the position of the tape on your body, so you can do the same with mine," Logan stood up, and I turned around to face him. "Fuck, dude. You have 42 inches of ass. That's like one of those porn cunts we watch."
I laughed. "You won't be able to beat me on this one, asshole. Stop your bullshit."
"Your turn now," Logan lifted his arms but didn't turn around.
"Turn around," it was my turn to give the instructions. Logan, however, didn't move.
"It's better if you do it while I'm facing you. This way, you'll know if the tape is at the same level. Where was it? Over the pubes?"
"Yeah. Fuck, man. I don't want to touch your hair," I protested.
"What's the big deal? I may have pubic hair everywhere in this apartment, and it doesn't stop you from coming here."
He was right. Besides, I didn't want him thinking I was a whining bitch. On the contrary, Logan used to acknowledge me as his best mate because I was game for everything. Touching his pubic hair shouldn't be a problem.
"Where was it at?" Logan was looking at his crotch.
"Like here," I pointed to a spot that should be about one inch above the base of his flaccid dick.
Logan didn't try to help me with my task. He remained still with arms wide open.
"Go on then."
Now I understood why he had to get so close to my butt when it was his turn. To get the tape on the other side of the body, you have to do so. The problem is that I was getting closer to his dick and not his butt. So close I could smell his dick and pubes. It smelt more or less like mine I guess. It was not a smell new to me. It was stronger than usual because we had just cum, and he should have dried cum in his pubes. I confirmed it when my hands touched his hair that was a little wet.
"I may have cum there," he stated the obvious.
"Yeah, you do. You smell bad over here, dude."
"It's a man's scent. Whores love it. You may smell the same."
"Not as bad," I was trying to fix the tape into the right position, but Logan started to move around, and the task became a little harder than I expected.
"So, you don't smell like a man?" Logan laughed.
"Fuck you, asshole. Just stop moving, so I can do this right."
Logan rotated his body from one side to the other, and his dick, which was hanging down on top of his heavy balls, got a little impulse from the centrifugal force applied by his movement and touched my cheeks. Twice, to be precise. On both sides of my face.
"Stop it, dude," I complained now. Logan was a joker but I couldn't let him do whatever he wanted. Well, most of the time I would but not now.
"Just teasing, man. Relax. That's a dick slap," he laughed.
"Yeah, you slap your bitches, not me."
"Relax, man. Chill."
I could finally finish my job.
"HA! Bitch! I got like seven inches over you," I jumped up and danced like a freak. "You have only thirty-five inches, asshole," I twerked as part of my celebration.
"Fuck it, dude," Logan was disappointed. I loved it. "Now I got to do something about it," he said defeated.
"What you gonna do? Don't cry, ok?" I was still laughing.
"Fuck you. Can you stop?" I was dancing over his bed at this point. I hoped down and stopped dancing but couldn't pretend I wasn't happy. "I'm saying I need to work out my butt more. That's all. I think that in three months or so I can get a nice as big or even bigger than yours."
"Nonsense," I'd never admit that.
"I'm telling ya. There's a routine for men who want a big ass that is perfect. It was planned by another student here in this uni.. I'll show you the routine later. You better watch out coz I'm coming for you." It was Logan's turn to laugh now.
I couldn't let that happen. I'd work my ass twice as hard. If he was getting bigger, so was I.
"The real problem here is not my ass though," Logan continued. "It's your dick. We need to think about how to make it bigger, right?"
"What do you suggest?"
"We could try some traditional methods like pumps and stuff. There are pills... I don't know. We gotta make our research. But I know for sure that if you remain limp as I said, it will work best."
"Yeah, but I said that's difficult..."
"Hey, try this!"
I didn't have time to think. When I heard Logan, I only had enough time to catch an object he had thrown at me. When I looked down at my hands, I saw one of his jockstraps.
"What do you want me to do with this?" I asked.
"Sniff it," He ordered.
"Are you nuts? I'm not sniffing your jocks."
"Remember when we were talking about stuff that would work like a boner killer? You can think of dicks. My dick. Or the smell of our locker room. This shit smells like the lockers. I'm sure you won't get hard if you're smelling that. And if you are hard, you'll go limp if you give it a sniff."
"I wonder, man."
"Well, why don't we give it a try?"
"What are you planning, bud?"
