At the time I was living in Homestead, Florida and drove to Gainesville to stay with my girlfriend, Michelle, for a couple of weeks.
The day after I arrived, she told me an old friend, Dan, is passing through and will crash there. Of course I was fine with it.
Closer to his arrival, she admits she dated him in the past and wants to be honest -- there's nothing between them now - romance wasn't right for them but they are good friends.
I don't see him much the day he arrives but the first night, the three of us grab a bite to eat and some drinks. We get along fine and go home early. He's going to crash in the living room on the pull out. In bed, Michelle suggest I go talk with Dan for a bit so he knows I'm comfortable with the situation and so he feels welcome. Being a good sport, I go.
He's not in bed yet he's in his boxers and T siting in a big chair. I sit on the edge of the pull out, caddy corner to him and start chatting. Glancing down I notice he's got something stuffed in his boxers; perhaps an apple or a beer can or something....naturally, I'm talking but also staring. He smiles and says hey, what are you staring at man?
I exclaim: Oh, sorry man, just looks like you've got something stuffed in your shorts.
Stuffed? You think, he says smiling broadly back at me; want to see what's in my shorts because I'm happy to show you?
Interesting, I say, with a half laugh, sure let's see what you've got stuffed in there.
He pulls his boxers down to his ankles revealing a FAT BEER CAN COCK with a head not to be believed! Long and a bit square with a pronounced ridge.
I kind of gasp and shakily say wow, I would have bet money there was something in there. I thought you were joking!
No joke buddy just a fat dick. Is it fatter than yours, he asks.