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CHAPTER FIVE

"Damn that Tim! I'll show him one of these days. You just wait and see."

"My mom got all riled up. Asked me if you have the flu or something."

"William," she said, "If that guy has the flu, I don't want you to get too close to…"

"Damn that Tim! If I would have shit in my pants because of his damn hogging of the bathroom, man, I would have knocked his head off."

"I'm glad I don't have him for a brother. He's mean. All the freshmen and sophomores look the other way when they see him coming."

"He doesn't scare me. One of these days he's gonna push me too far."

"He pushed you all the way over into our bathroom today."

"What could I do? He was locked in, and I had to shit like I never had to shit before. You should have seen the turd I laid in your toilet. Bet it was a foot long."

"Bigger than your cock?" Willy grinned.

Ben flushed. "Yes, bigger than my cock."

Willy whistled. "Wow!"

Ben kicked him playfully, but firmly, in the butt. "Don't tell me you're gonna start in now about the size of my dick. Shit, I have enough trouble in the locker room."

"Man," Willy said, "if I had a pecker the size of yours, I'd be in heaven. I'd let all the girls in school get a look at it, and then I'd just lay around with it sticking up in the air, waiting for them to come ride me."

"What do you know about girls riding a guy? You never fucked a girl in your life."

"And neither did you."

"So what? I don't go around pretending I know all about girls riding guys like I'm a professional fucker."

Willy didn't say anything. Ben was right. What did he know about fucking? He snatched up an apple from the gutter and sank his teeth into it. Tart apple juice burst against his tongue. Some dribbled from his chin. A wind fallen autumn apple in the gutter was better than any breakfast his mother had ever cooked. He grabbed up another apple and tossed it to Ben, who grinned and chomped the apple in half with one toothy bite.

They were friends again, best buddies. They had their little spats, but nothing major would ever come between them. Sometimes they'd get mad and sock each other in the belly, but five minutes later they'd kiss and make up, having forgotten what they'd been arguing about in the first place.

"Broads, who needs 'em?" Ben said, munching on his apple as he and Willy trudged through fallen maple leaves on their way to school.

"Yeah, who needs 'em?" Willy agreed. He stopped to pick up a gleaming brown horse chestnut, polished it against his blue-denim jacket, and shoved it into his jeans pocket. The chestnut matched the color of his thick mop of hair and of his shiny eyes.

His wavy brown hair, with its thick forelock that kept falling into his eyes, contrasted with Ben's straight platinum-blond hair that hung in long bangs over his eyebrows in front and tickled his shoulders in back. And Ben's eyes blazed as blue as the autumn sky. They were two bright-eyed, bushy haired guys who fit perfectly into the late September morning along with the brilliant colored leaves and busy, alert squirrels.

The two guys grinned at each other as if they had the same bright idea simultaneously. They both dropped their jeans and began tugging at their prickhairs.

"Ouch!" they both cried out, wincing. And each dropped a few of his freshly plucked hairs into his urinal. After watching their prickhairs join those already deposited at their feet, they looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'm not doing that anymore," Ben said.

"Me neither," said Willy. "Some guys get their kicks in funny ways."

"Guess so," said Ben, scratching his nuts. His big cock hung several inches past his balls, the purplish head like a heavy mushroom weighting down the end.

"Man," said Willy, "you really got a cock there." He licked his lips. "Christ! Every time I see it I can hardly believe it's real." He reached down and gave his buddy's big dick a swing. It flopped and swayed.

"It's big all right," Ben finally admitted.

Willy grinned. "Hey, why don't we measure it?" He yanked a tape-measure out of his pocket as if he were unfurling a whip.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Just happened to have it along," said Willy, his eyes glinting devilishly. Then, before his buddy could protest, Willy grabbed Ben's dick and stretched the tape along the blue vein on the topside.

Ben stood there half-stunned, half-fascinated.

Suddenly he was as anxious as Willy to find out how big his monster really was.

The fat warm cock lay in Willy's palm. He butted the end of the tape against Ben's blond groin and read the measurement at the piss slit. "Six inches! Wow!"

Ben flushed. "Now let's measure yours," he said. He snatched the tape away from Willy and stretched it along Willy's cock just as Willy had done along his. "Five inches."

Willy grinned. "Now let's get 'em hard."

Like magic the two guys' pricks flipped up in the air, pointing at the john ceiling. They twitched excitedly, as if cunts were nearby.

Ben grabbed Willy's prick. The head was hot. It nearly burned his palm. It seemed to him that his own prick never felt that hot when he held it. He stretched the tape out along the top. Willy's prick was straight as a ramrod.

"Damn it, Willy, stop making it jump. I can't read the tape with your dick jumping all over like a fish?"

Willy laughed and held his breath, doing his best to control his unruly cock.

"Seven and a quarter," Ben proclaimed as if he were reading off a world record.

"Now for the big one," Willy said, grabbing the tape.

Ben's cock was the biggest, hardest thing Willy had ever held. The purple head was the size of an apple. He could feel the arteries in it pulsing with blood. When he tried to bend it down from its forty-five degree angle, it resisted as if it had a steel rod shaved up its center. His own dick jerked excitedly as he imagined Ben's massive weapon opening up a girl's crotch, especially the crotch of his smart-assed sister Cheryl. He'd give anything to see Cheryl split wide open by his best buddy's prick.

"Well, measure it, damn it," Ben said impatiently. "If I'd wanted a hand-job I'd have asked for it."

Willy carefully stretched the tape out along the straight blue vein, now bulging like a balloon. Ben's cock was not only long, but it had an upward curve that added to its length. The curve made the cock resemble a tightly strung bow.

"Holy shit!" Willy gasped.

"What? Read it, damn it!"

"Ten and one quarter! Holy shit! Almost a foot long!"

"Let me see that," Ben said, snatching the tape away. Willy was shitting him. Ben measured it himself. "Christ, you're right – almost. It's actually ten and a half."

Willy rechecked. "Holy shit!"

The two bays walked silently through the woods and out of the park. Each was contemplating the unbelievable size of Ben's cock. Willy always knew Ben's cock was a monster, but he'd never known just how much of a monster. And Ben, now that the size of his cock had been deemed in actual figures – ten and a half inches in length, and seven inches in circumference they'd measured the distance around the monster before leaving the john – for the first time in his life felt a little bit cocky.

Ben realized that he had something between his legs no other guy in town had – ten and a half inches. And the guys in the locker room drooled over it the same way Willy did. They were jealous as hell. They'd all give anything for a cock as big as his.

Ben looked down at his baggy pants. This would be the last day he'd be wearing these. From now on the chicks of this town were going to see just what kind of stud he was.

"Man," Willy said, "I'd sure like to see that prick of yours slice into my big-mouthed sister."

Ben's prick, still hard from the measuring session, flexed like an exercising gladiator. "Maybe you will, buddy. Maybe I'll shove my old dick inside her and carve her up for you."

Willy nearly fell over. Ben had never talked like this before. He glanced at his buddy. Ben's face was red. A cocky smile played around his lips. He leaned slightly backward, his chest inflated and lifted, his loins thrust forward. His big cock jutted under his pants like a wagging tent pole.

"Man, Willy said, you're still hard as a rock."

Ben draped his arm around Willy's shoulders and hugged him. "Only one thing will take care of that, pal – pussy – a lot of pussy! I'm gonna stretch out some breads like they've never been stretched before."

"And I'll help," Willy said.

"Sure," Ben said. "We'll fuck 'em together, really stretch 'em out. You and me."

When they got to school both guys headed directly to the nearest john and shot their jism into the same urinal. They wore so hot from all their planned fucking that each guy needed only a few strokes to bring himself off. Then they stuffed their spent peckers into their pants and walked to their respective classes, feeling temporarily relieved. But each knew that today was the beginning of something great. Each guy could feel it in his balls.