I’ve been off this sub for a while because I needed a break from the interest, it was a bit overwhelming.

But I thought I’d put one of my stories back up here.

Years ago I had a friend with a reputation for having a monster dong. I don’t know how this info came out originally, but by the time I knew him he was quite open about it. His reputation came with a nickname - The Cobra - that all his buddies (and some women) called him in reference to his huge cock. I can’t lie to you, even though I was in a relationship at the time and I’ve only ever been with women, I did wonder how my dick would compare to his.

Some years after we met we were part of a group backpacking through Asia. Some nights we all got separate rooms, some nights we shared when we were trying to save money. One room-sharing night I wake up thirsty. I spend a moment trying to gauge whether it’s worth getting up to get a glass of water, and I decide that I gotta. I open my eyes just a crack, and the room is perfectly still except for some vague motion across from me on the next bed. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the dark before I realize what I’m seeing - it’s The Cobra lying there underwear pushed down, slowly working his big cock with both hands. It takes everything I have to not make a noise, a laugh or a gasp or some combo. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I quickly close my eyes.

My heart is pounding - what a strange situation to be in, I think. At this point I’ve just registered the motion and figured out what was going on, but I had yet to get a real look. As I lay there with my eyes closed, it dawns on me that this is my chance to size myself up. I know I shouldn’t look again, but hell, would it really hurt to look a little more?

I open my eyes again, just a crack, and it again takes my eyes a second to adjust. I am now deliberately looking directly at this guy working his large cock. It lives up to its name. His shaft is thickest at the base, and tapers a bit. It is long, and looks extremely smooth.

My heart is racing, though, as I realize that I have him beat. I knew at this point in my life that I was blessed with a big dick, but I’m realizing just how big. My cock (which is now beginning to grow in my boxers) is at least an inch longer than his and has a much more consistent thickness, a fatter head, and more prominent veins. The new knowledge that I’ve got a longer and fatter cock than the so-called biggest guy in our circle sends my head spinning and gets me rock hard, throbbing. I close my eyes again and adjust my position as though I’m asleep, because I’m worried the tent my dick is making in my blanket might be noticeable.

I imagined what his face would have looked like if I had humbled him with a comparison. I’ve always thought that a huge cock is a natural thing of beauty and power. What combination of feeling would have struck him as he gazed upon that power? Resignation, embarrassment? Awe, respect? How would I have felt as my cock popped out of my boxers, hitting the open air, humbling a man so openly vain about his penis?

But I would never find the answer. I turned over and, after some difficulty, went back to sleep.