I once ran into my rival at a spa, we were both butt naked standing on a bathroom floor.
We locked eyes from across the room and were both immobilized in an akward stance as we kept telling our brains:
"Don't look down."
"Don't look down."
"Don't look down."
Then the inevitable happened, as we simultaneously gave each others private parts a quick glance.
He had a tiny cock and a scrotum wrinklier then a raisin.
He looked impressed, no wonder, I always walk around at Spa's nursing a semi to impress the ladies and make guys feel worse about themselves.
Then I proudly pranced passed him saying hello in my most poshest dialect.
It was a glorious day.