Me and Jim

I was over at my friend Jim’s house one day. It was a fairly regular, nothing out of the ordinary day. Jim and I were doing the usual things, shooting the shit, playing video games, watching TV, all that stuff.
After about an hour or so, Jim got up and walked over to his bed. He lifted up one of his mattresses and pulled out a couple of magazines. After looking closer, I realized they were porno mags.
“Whoa, cool,” I said.
“Yeah, I found them in my dad’s office,” he said.
I asked if his dad knew he had taken them and he said he doubted it.
“He’s got a whole collection of these things, he wont notice a few missing.”
“Cool.”
We looked through them for a while, flipping from page to page ogling the hot girls, when I noticed Jim had his hand down his pants.
“What the hell, man? What are you doing?” I asked, in shock.
“Sorry, I’m just really horny. And, I mean, it’s cool, we’re both guys here.”
“Well…I guess you’re right.”
I looked down at Jim’s crotch. I hadn’t noticed it before, but it looked like he was carrying some major equipment in there.
“Say, man,” Jim said nervously, a few minutes later, “Do you mind if I take it out? I mean, you know, it’s just difficult to do with it in my pants”
“Uh…I guess not. Go for it.”
The truth was, I was I wanted him to take it out. After noticing it, I was curious as to just how big his thing actually was.
He stood up, fumbled with his belt for a moment, and then dropped his jeans. I could see the outline of something huge pressing against his boxers. My god, I thought, it must be fucking gigantic.
The moment of truth came, he put his hands on the his boxers and dropped them to the floor.
I was in awe. It was absolutely monstrous! Not only was it long, but also it was thicker than my wrist, by far. And it was still soft! God, it must’ve been at least eight or nine inches already, and who knows how many around.