Who has the heavier tool

When you arrived in the weight room, Trent was ready to start his workout routine. It was an upper-body day. He went immediately to the bench press station and started racking his weights.

"Need me to spot?"

You always asked, but the answer was always the same.

"Fuck off!"

You moved over to the bench press station and stood behind Trent. He may not want a spotter, but the coach made your duties very clear. You helped Trent with his workout, and while he rested between sets, you got in your own workout. Usually, Trent ignored you in the weight room, but today he kept staring at you. More specifically, he kept staring at your crotch.

At first, you were unsure if he was looking at your crotch. But it became more and more obvious. Trent was taking longer and longer breaks and always positioned himself across from whatever machine you were using. Feeling daring, you reached down and grabbed your junk.

Trent's eye's got wider; his gaze never wavered. There was no one working out near you and Trent, so you took things a step farther and began to rub your cock through your shorts. Your hand moved over your shorts, caressing the shaft of your substantial penis. Trent was mesmerized; he began to mirror your actions. When gave your prick a squeeze, Trent did the same. It was like you were controlling his hand. Soon Trent's was pitching a tent. How far could you take this?

You slid your hand under the elastic of your gym shorts and began to pull down the front. Slowly you exposed your pubes and the base of your cock. Trent actually licked his lips.

"See something you like, Trent?"

Trent snapped out of his dazed state, turned away, and adjust the tent in his shorts.

"Sure you don't want to see the rest?

Trent muttered something under his breath, grabbed his water bottle, and left.

With Trent gone, you were able to finish your workout quickly.