Matt was hung from the dormitory in Chapter 1.
In the first week of college, I was busy with my studies, whereas most of my floor mates were partying. Two of them, named Matt and Avi, carried on late into the night during the initial days. It disturbed the rest of the floor as they breached the quiet hours.
On Thursday night, Matt and Avi hosted a different kind of party, more intimate yet packed with curiosity. After a prolonged silence when Avi commanded his guests,"Come on, show them!" I could deduce what they were up to: showing off their male private parts. This ritual was common among guys and I'd heard of it before, but had never been a part of it. Given my social anxiety, I couldn't openly show interest by looking.
For days, Matt's prominent bulge in his red shorts had attracted attention. His blue eyes and physique fascinated everyone, so it was no surprise that his valuable asset was drawing such a crowd.
I hid behind my door, unlocked it, and saw Matt's room enclosed by a sea of people. There was no way I could peep when there was chaos outside. Walking into the restroom, I felt, to my astonishment, an erection. It was hard, my first erection sans any sexual activity, caused entirely by thoughts of Matt's penis that I'd never seen.
As I returned, I watched Matt basking in his glory amidst onlookers. I hung back, remaining unnoticed. I was puzzled, and a bit turned on too, not just by Matt's presence, but also by his hard-on. It had been a while since I broke up with Kara, so I had been lonely.
Moments later, walking in the corridor, I couldn't help but stare at Matt's thick rod in action. It had to be at least seven inches long from the pole of his pubic bone, a little curvy. With a girth of around five and a half inches I was tempted to compare my own manhood with his. Despite knowing, I was more average, my mind vehemently wished otherwise. I glanced at my own member, about six inches long and five inches in circumference but my anxiety made me doubt its size. Determined, I resolved to measure it when I reached my room.
In this display of male proprietorship, Matt, being a trend setter, made some jaws drop. A chain reaction ensued; guys, fueled by competition and emulation, after checking his, would compare themselves with others. In this competition, size mattered. People compared their length, girth and sex appeal. With my knowledge of porn, I could say Matt was bigger than a considerable amount compared to his peers. However, despite his girth and size, he wasn't freakishly big. I overcame my initial anxiety and stepped into my room, resolving to use this incident as a stepping stone in my journey to conquer social awkwardness. I tapped on the magical numbers; seven had never really been my lucky number but my dick said otherwise, it was seven inches and a bit more. Perhaps size did matter but that night, it didn't define my thankfully average dick. Whilst comparing, I recognized that this wasn't about whose dick was bigger but some sense of male superiority. It was a phenomenon where the ego took a hit and men were competing over genitals. Curiosity left some pondering their masculinity, At sixth grade my father told me stories of supersized phalluses, but they were just stories and some real fragments, online adult sites, while visually appealing didn't convince, as deadly as they say. I doubted most of it. Matt's equation was, according to my research, a highly arousing cock. It wasn't freakishly big, his height and built played a vital role but it was too big for most. I knew I was at a crossroads, happy with my standard endowment or desire to be exceptional. I hesitated, then decided to embrace my average length. It felt right. I wore a smile as I got ready for bed. Despite knowing he probably was bigger than me, I was fine facing rejection in the future. I was, in essence, normal, and there was comfort in that. Fully clothed, I looped my positivity fatigue pole through my blanket under the blanket and slipped into my bed, lost in my abstruse thoughts. This was my moment of confession. I wasn't a perfect size, but I'd accepted myself, and even more importantly, now I was ready to move on. Matt's display of adherence to the show and tell traditions, turned into an interactive display of distorted perspectives of self, competition, rejection and calculating penis size.
I held my firm penis and began caressing it, noticing how my skin moved back and forth with ease. I still had enough lingering foreskin to completely cover the tip of my penis. I attempted to imagine the size of Matt's penis. Was it eight inches? That would certainly cause a fuss. Nine inches? Worth some screams of shock. Anything bigger would be a penis worth charging admission to see.
I resigned myself to conjuring up an image in my mind of Matt with an enormous erection in his dorm room. The fantasy Matt rested back on his bed as an entire harem stroked an orgasm out of his massive dick. The women screamed in terrorized delight as globules of hot semen sprayed their faces, hands, and arms.
Damn, I was horny. I glanced at my own small penis, tight in my own grasp. It ached now, that agonizing sensation of pressure and pleasure. I didn't have time to tease myself. I had to return to the room down the hallway. I slid back on the toilet and leaned forward, blowing my load into the toilet water. My penis eased the strain and quickly returned to its resting state.
I cleaned up, making sure no traces of my cum remained on the toilet seat or bowl, then washed my hands. I walked back toward my room. The RA was at Matt's door, speaking with several girls as they walked back toward the other side of the high-rise dorms. The RA finished his small speech and left. I opened my notebook, pretending to have been studying, and peeked through the door at Matt's room.
Matt sat on his bed, shirtless and barefoot, with his red basketball shorts on. The first thing that caught my attention was that he was staring directly at me. Matt's blue eyes were constant and gentle, though there seemed to be an air of intensity about his gaze, like that of a severely hungry person.
The surprise of seeing Matt's blue eyes fixed on mine lasted a second, then I glanced at his shorts. Or, rather, the massive bulge in his shorts. "Tent pitching" was a crude phrase for this situation, unless we were talking about a circus tent. Matt's long "pole" stood rigid under his shorts. I moved my eyes upwards to meet his.
Matt had noticed my unblinked stare, and I recognized I had been staring with my mouth open. A droplet of saliva rolled down my lower lip and onto my shirt. Matt continued to gaze at me with those yearning, desperate eyes. What was it he desired?
Aviv came around the corner, smiling and laughing, completely oblivious to the gazing contest happening across the hallway. As she shut the door and secured the lock, Matt was out of view.
I let out a sigh, when suddenly I was aware of the intense throbbing in my pants. Rock-solid once more.
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