"I'm too big for most women," he said.

"What? You look skinny enough. If a woman is calling you big, there is something wrong with them," Janet said.

"Nah, he ain't talking about his body," Ron said, bursting into laughter again.

"Come on man, you know how sensitive I can be," Durant replied.

Janet scratched the back of her head as she looked at the two. She wasn't sure what they were talking about.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"I'm too big, down there," Durant said as he pointed at his crotch.

Janet nearly fell back at his comment. Her eyes briefly glanced down before looking back up at him, trying to take him seriously.

"What? You know most men are the same, right? Is this some kind of joke?" Janet asked, feeling slightly agitated.

"I wish I was kidding but I am dead serious," Durant replied.

Janet shook her head and looked over at Ron, who was still laughing. He was even grabbing his belly as he leaned back.

"Looks like Ron here finds it funny," Janet said.

"Yeah, I bet he does. It's cause he has a small dick," Durant said, glaring over at Ron.

Ron stopped laughing and wiped the edges of his eyes before looking up at Durant and shaking his head.

"Aw hell naw, you ain't just said that. Women love me and my big black-"

"Hey! Guys, come on, I'm still a lady and technically still a stranger," Janet interrupted.

"Oh right, my bad, my bad. I get worked up easily," Ron replied.

"I can see that. Now, stop kidding around," Janet said.

"Well... I wasn't kidding. I can't find a woman easily because this issue," Durant continued.

"Oh Durant, will you stop it?" Janet said, waving her hands.

"What if I showed you? Would you believe me?" Durant inquired.

"What? I don't want to see your... you know," Janet said.

Durant shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. Ron only shook his head and leaned back against his nearest wall. There was a long moment of silence as the three awkwardly looked around the relatively small elevator.

"You realize size doesn't matter, right?" Janet finally said, breaking the silence.

"What?" Durant looked over.

"I don't know why guys have this misconception that size changes anything. It doesn't matter how big it is," Janet replied.

"That's what all women say until they see it," Durant said.

"Oh please. Let me guess, five, six inches?" Janet questioned as she rolled her eyes.

"More than that," Durant replied with a small laugh.

"Fine, what, seven then?"

"I guess you're getting close. I don't think inch is the best measurement to use with me," Durant answered.

Janet laughed and shook her head as she pushed herself off the closed doors. She lightly smacked Durant on the shoulder and looked over at Ron.

"You are unbelievable," she said, rolling her eyes again.

"I'm serious! Why don't you take a look then?" Durant suggested again.

"You know what? Fine. Go on, show me it big boy. I bet you're not any bigger than other men," Janet said.

"You sure?" Durant questioned.

"Yeah, go on. Power's out. Not like there's anyone else that can see it outside of this group," Janet replied as she folded her arms together and looked down at his crotch.

"All right... I warned you. No screaming and uh... no sexual harassment lawsuits," Durant said.

"Whatever," Janet replied as she leaned one shoulder against the elevator wall.

Janet watched as Durant pulled his shirt out from his pants. He glanced at her briefly before he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Janet actually felt a small bit of excitement as he pulled his pants down to his ankles. His dark navy boxer briefs clung tightly to his well built lower body.

She gasped as she saw a thick rod of sorts clinging to his left inner thigh. The dim yellow lights could have been playing tricks on her eyes. He grinned as he pulled at the waistband of his boxer briefs.

"You sure you're ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, go on. I bet that's a sock," Janet replied as she pointed at the thick rod.

She felt a chill run down her spine as she saw the start of his manhood. The base was rather thick, and he had shaved his crotch smooth. Just the base looked thicker than most men she had been with and as his boxer briefs lowered bit by bit, Janet gasped.

"Oh. My. God." Janet mumbled as she saw his shaft show itself.

Once his boxer briefs were at his ankles, Janet's knees felt weak. His big black member swayed back and forth between his legs, easily past the six or seven inches she had joked about. As Durant had mentioned, inches was probably the wrong measurement to use, as a foot seemed more appropriate. She felt a chill run down her spine and land at her crotch, which immediately grew warm at the sight.

"See? Told you," Durant said with a wink.