The Symbol of Masculinity

From the corner of her eye, the redhead watched the couple go, the young lad's hand still hovering inches above his date's shoulders. "There they go!" she mumbled, nudging her head towards them.

Turning in his chair towards the sight, Jason caught a brief glance at the couple before they disappeared into the crowd. He grinned. "Atta boy!" He spun back around to face the girls. "You think he's got a big dick?"

Dana rolled her eyes at the question. "Seriously? That's what you're wondering? God, what it is with men and their obsession with their dicks." She huffed, unimpressed.

"Dicks are the symbol of masculinity, Dana" the only man at the table argued, eyeing the redhead. "The dick makes the man. Think of all the popular men out there who are considered sexy and attractive - Hugh Jackman, Chris Pratt..." He listed the names off his fingers as he spoke. "Even influential ones like President Obama - all of them have one thing in common: they're packing some mad dick. When someone rises to fame, it's always the first thing people think about."

Isabell chuckled next to him, her mind apparently not as fogged by pleasure as Jason'd assumed. "He's got you there Dana. Don't try and deny all the talks we've had about men in Hollywood and their various dick sizes."

"That's not the point!" Dana glared at her friend as she spoke, "I was trying to avoid encouraging it!"

His hand still on the blond's crotch, Jason patted Isabell's virgin womanhood, tisking silently while whispering to her. "She doesn't get it because she's only been with small-dicked men." Despite herself, Isabell chuckled, knowing it was true.

"Listen Dana," he began, louder this time, making sure the redhead was paying attention, "Men with big dicks have nothing to be ashamed of. They could walk around naked, large dick swinging broadly, and no one would fault them. When you have that kind of meat hanging between your legs, it makes you confident - like you can get away with anything. And, you probably can!"

"These men can have any girl they want. That's an undisputed fact. Cute girl in class? Roommate's girlfriend? Boss's daughter? Doesn't matter. Girls swoon at the sight of it. No one bats an eye because men like that deserve to fuck any girl they want to fuck; however they want, regardless of the consequences. It's an honor for these women; they'd do anything to make these dicks cum, their pleasure inconsequential. Or pain. In that moment, it's all about the man."

He paused, waiting for Dana to form a counter argument. As the silence stretched, the only sound being the rustling of clothing as Jason continued to grope Isabell's crotch. Eventually, the other girl sighed, shaking her head in defeat. "Okay Jason, you win. I can't refute that."

Leaning back with a grin on his face, Jason nodded, evidently satisfied. "For his sake, I hope he's packing. Or else a girl that hot isn't going to stay around long." He mumbled more to himself than anyone.

Next to him, Isabell spoke up, curiosity thick in her voice. "How do you know all this, Jason?"

"Hmm?" He started, turning to her. "Isn't it obvious?" He said, still smirking. "I have the biggest dick of anyone I've ever met!"