James began to unbuckle his straining belt, having to use the mirror as he couldn't see much past his massive chest. He gave a sigh of relief as the tight belt pinged off him, freeing his much brawnier waist.
"Much better"
He then laid down on his bunk, feeling it creek under his weight, and began to undress. First his boots, then his pants and underwear. It was more difficult then before due to the sheer size of James's muscles, but after a few rips and tears he got them off. Looking sideways at himself in the mirror, James gently stroked his cock.
James had a pretty okay size already, 6.5 by 6.3 uncut inches of dark caramel coloured man meat, which was pretty thick, nestled in well maintained pubes, and nice low hanging chestnut size balls beneath, but despite the size, it looked much smaller in comparison to his huge body. James gave himself a few strokes, watching the tip push out through his foreskin.
"Okay, lets give this go" he said, reaching for the bottle. Carefully, he squeezed some into his hand, the white gel cold to the touch. He began to rub it on his cock and balls, stroking the shaft while fondling his ball sack.
Instantly he began to feel a warm sensation as his cock grew hard in his hands. James closed his eyes, thinking of something to picture in his mind. The asari dancers of club Azure on Ilium, or the exotic women found at Afterlife on the Citadel. Strangely, a new image came into the marines mind; Shepard, in the shower, naked.
James let his eyes snap back open, slightly confused. Looking back to the mirror he saw he was hard as a rock, twitching every time he pictured the commander's fit muscular body, hot soapy water running down it.
"I guess the guy said this would happen" reasoned James, trying to adjust to the fact he was getting off to a dude. But this thought was short lived, as James noticed a change to his man pole. Quickly, he grabbed the tape measure on his table.
"7.8 by 6.7 inches" mumbled James to himself. "Fuck..."
He reached down and cupped his balls. They were defiantly somewhat bigger, heavier. James had a huge grin across his face, contemplating his next move. He wonderd if he should keep to something realistic like a 10 or an, or go for a big fat footlong. Hell perhaps he should go all out with a 15, or even two feet!
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