My friend, Tony, had a nine-inch penis that he showed me "was really ten" when he pushed down on the base and measured it. He had a reel of measuring tape in his pocked and would sometimes measure it as he played with it in front of me. His dad was a fairly wealthy lawyer who would get large chunks of client settlement or lawsuit money so Tony, it could be said, was a rich kid. He was also obsessed with his own penis and had it out most of the time we were out in his car.

He showed me how he could suck himself off until he came in his own mouth and wanted me to stop wherever there were girls so he could flash. I told him it was illegal to expose his pecker in front of anyone but he said that his dad can fix anything that happens short of a murder felony. Mostly, girls would laugh. I protested and told him that I did not want to be half of a pervert team. I ended up giving him hand-jobs for $10 each. He offered me $25 for a blow job but I just did not turn that far off the trail.

Word of his size got around and sometimes a girl would spot us and ask Tony to show her, which he was happy to do. One overweight girl said, "Put it into me, I want it in me," so Tony fucked her in the back seat. It became a routine for us to pick her up here and there then I would drive them for a session. When she became demanding Tony dropped her like a hot campfire stone.

After some months it became obvious to me that my relationship with Tony was mostly based on his pecker so I began to be scarce and eventually mostly unavailable. I missed the $10 here and there but it was just too weird for me.