As soon as he had screwed the last weight in, I pushed up in one quick lift. He was taken aback. I easily did the first five reps, then pretended to be struggling like he had. “Told you, asshole!” he sniggered. When I was at number 9, I again lifted the 600lbs up in one quick thrust, and went one to do number 10 whistling, then 11, 12, until at least 20 before I stopped, sat up and flexed my right arm in front of the girls.
“1-0 to me. Now for challenge number 2.”
The latina MILF spoke up. “Well, we know already the size of our men. We’ve spoken about it enough. Jim here is 4. 5 inches, Barney is 5. 5inches and my Rod is the biggest at 6 inches. No need to measure them.”
“So that adds up to 16 inches,” continued Whitney the fit short-haired brunette. “Since no one has a cock that big, I guess you lose challenge number 2 since you said very clearly you had to beat all of our men put together.”
“I’m more than 16 inches.” I coolly replied.
“Bullshit!” snapped Jim. Gee, that guy was real aggressive. “There’s no way we’re simply taking your word for it!”
“Fine, then take your measuring tape and measure that.” I pulled my bermudas down, revealing my hardening rod in its quadruple-pouched briefs, which had been pretty well hidden from the looseness of my shorts and the ultra-long T-shirt I had been wearing. Upon seeing the enormity of my mighty organ, the guys’ faces crumbled into panic, and the chicks started smiling broadly.
“OMG! It’s totally huge!” breathed Barbara.
“We have to measure this thing!” exclaimed Mercedes, the Latina. “My hand is like, 4 inches across.” she said with determination as she grabbed my engorging manhood with both hands. “Help me out Barbara and Whitney, this is a 3 hander at least!” she enthused. All three huge-titted beauties knelt in front of me, while their respective boyfriends watched on in utter disbelief. I ripped my T-shirt off, revealing my massively muscular torso. My briefs were now hugely distended by my hardening python. Mercedes took the initiative and started feeling the oversized organ through the fabric with both hands, slowly caressing the widening shaft, cooing in amazement. “Oh shit, que polla grande!”
Suddenly, the waistband snapped. My mammoth dick unleashed itself from its soft confines, poking its apple-sized knob to salute its audience. Rapidly, the still-engorging mega-cock lifted and straightened itself until it reached its rock-hardness position: perfect verticality with mother Earth, the tip reaching the underside of my nipples. Mercedes, transfixed by the sheer size of my appendage took a while to fathom what she was seeing. Eventually, as the tip leaked its first glowing dollops of precum, she lifted one trembling hand, tentatively moving it towards the middle of my shaft.
“Mercedes, be careful!” warned a spellbound Barbara.
“No need to worry, ladies, this cock is not for hurting, it’s for pleasing.” I replied and I tore my briefs in half, letting my heavy seedmakers drop in their resting position. “Now your friend Mercedes here clearly doesn’t have enough hands, and we have a competition running, ladies!” I said matter-of-factly.
They understood and joined their super-busty friend, who by now had both hands on my giant cock, side by side tightly against my pelvic bone, her heaving breasts gently caressing the underside of my orange-sized gonads. Barbara added one small hand above Mercedes’. Realizing she was barely encompassing half the girth, she put her other hand around her first, and Whitney added another hand. Half of my glans was still sticking out despite four hands attempting to cover the length of my shaft.
“My God, he IS bigger than 16 inches!” exclaimed Mercedes.
“No way, we want a proper measurement!” complained Jim.
“Honey, just give it a rest will ya. This boy has you three losers beaten by a mile. He wins and we’ll just have to let him fuck us.” replied Barbara. “Right girls?”
“There’s still the last challenge.” I observed.
“Oh stud, we have no doubt you’ll come more than those three pindicks put together, judging by the amount of precum that’s already oozing from your huge cock.” announced Whitney as she scooped a dollop of my cream with her finger and slurped up my young nectar. “But you’re right, we should still go by the rules. Hey, boys, come over here, start wacking those little pricks of yours and let’s finish this damn race, my pussy is on fire!”
As Jim started to complain, his girlfriend Barbara kicked him in the crotch. “Put up or shut up! You made me believe you were a stud, but clearly, you’re the smallest man here. I can’t believe I went out with you all these years!” she yelled at him. Holding my cock just under the fluid-covered helmet, she continued. “Look at this cock! Just look at it! It’s HUGE, it’s a REAL MAN’s cock. Now pull your shorts down and let’s compare your tiny shlong to that massive piece of meat. NOW!”
Jim, sheepishly, slowly undressed. His tiny stub of a cock was hard, all four inches of it. It paled in comparison to my studly pussy-wrecker. Barbara pulled him towards me, and forced his cock next to mine. It was obvious to all that my helmet alone was considerably more voluminous that his whole genitals, tiny balls included. Barbara starting wanking her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend in a frenzy, urging him to cum quicky. Whitney and Mercedes soon followed, quickly undressing their respective hubbies and jacking them off.
“Let’s make them cum on the mirror, that way, we’ll be able to compare with you!” announced Whitney as she looked up to me whorshippingly. “I’m Whitney, and here are Barbara and Mercedes. You are a fucking sex God, young man! What’s your name, studboy?”
“The name’s Tim, or Big Timmy, for obvious reasons.” I replied, while slowly jacking my long, thick, hard cock, precum steadily oozing from the humongous tip. The whole situation really excited me, I was harded than titanium, and my colossal manmeat must have been thicker than ever, my hand did not reach around and I have massive hands.