Dick Measuring Contest

Once the bathroom door closes Monica presses into me. Her soft lips kiss mine, while her hand grips my cock through my sweatpants. She sighs through her kisses, “Once I win, we’re going to fuck so loudly in front of all these bitches.”

Fuck. That turned me on so much. I grew hard in Monica’s stroking hand. She asked, “Are you feeling hard enough? You feel hard to me up I don’t know.” She pulled out the waistband of my sweatpants and looked at my dick. “Yeah you’re good to go. I hope you don’t mind I’m showing off my hot boyfriend.”

We came out of the bathroom, and the girls were huddled on the bed. They turned and looked at me. The rich blonde smiled, “Drop those grey sweatpants.”

Before I complied, Monica set the guidelines, “You have one minute. No discussing amongst each other. Write down your answers individually. Then we’ll measure.”

I pulled my pants down, and stood up straight. The sorority girls never looked away from my erection. They looked, and scooted closer on the bed.

One commanded, “Turn to the side.”

I rotated and gave them a side view.

“Can you hold it down some? I want to see it from the top.”

When one reached out to grab my hard cock, Monica stopped her, “No touching!”

“That’s not fair. You’ve gotten to touch it. You now have an advantage because you know what it looks like in your hand!”

The rich blonde agreed, “That is very true. Just let one of us grab it so we know what it looks like when someone is holding it.”

I grabbed the base of my dick to show them what my hand looked like holding it. I hoped this would be a good compromise. I knew Monica didn’t want any of these girls touching me.

The blonde rolled her eyes, “I don’t know how big your hand is.”

I let go of my dick, and held out my hand to her, palm forward fingers spread. She placed her palm against mine to compare sizes. She smirked at Monica who looked pissed that she was touching me.

I saw girls stacking their fists, and doing calculations in their heads. They started writing their answers down on pieces of papers. They piled their answers.

The blonde held up a ruler, and asked, “Can I do the honor?”

Monica answered, “Sure. But I’ll observe to make sure you don’t skew the results.”

I bent my dick down so the blonde could lay the ruler along the top. She pressed the ruler into my soft flesh. Then she and Monica looked down at the results.

The other girls sat anxiously. “C’mon on! Tell us what it says.”

The blonde looked to her friends, “His dick is exactly seven inches.”

“Now let’s find out where everyone is sleeping tonight,” Monica said, scooping up the pile of answers.