Somebody had once said… but that was something I wasn’t going to find out.

I looked at the crotch of his sweats.

They were low. I mean, I’d really have to dig to take his inseam measurement. I must a blushed.

He said, “We have one more measurement to take.”

“I know, but… ”

“You’re embarrassed? “Yes.”

“I should have worn tighter pants. Then it would have been easier for you.”

I nodded as if I knew what I was talking about.

“Here, let me make it easier for you.” Jim bent forward, his dark eyes fixed on mine and slid his sweats all the way down. When I stood up I really blushed. He was wearing a jock underneath. His legs were hairy. He pulled his sweat shirt up, even though there was nothing that direction left to measure. He was hairy all the way up to his chest. He was grinning at me. “Go ahead, take my measurement.”

I was still kneeling at the edge of the platform. I could smell him. You know how guys smell. Like in a gym after they’ve been practicing. He was looking at me from under his eyebrows.

“Maybe the jock’s in the way.” Before I could stop him, he’d slid the jock down. And there it was, my first ever live cock. My throat went dry. I gulped.

It was soft, drooping over his balls. See I can say it. The head was wide, like a mushroom perched on top of a thick stalk. Thicker than a couple of fingers.

Suddenly spit filled my mouth, as if my body had made a decision. I became bold. I pushed the cold metal tab of the tape next to his balls and measured his inseam.

I dropped the bottom end and wrote the measurement down, 36. Tall guy. But I didn’t remove my fingers from next to his nuts. I just stared at his cock. It seemed to be growing. There was a oblong slot in the end of it. I guess that’s where he let go through.