"Oh, I can tell. Look at the way you're dressed, all nice and clean. Can't find a suit like that unless you're near or in the Castro district," Dwayne replied.

"Okay, fine, so it's easy to tell. Still doesn't change the fact that I don't want to see your dick in public," Chris responded.

Dwayne shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. Adrian 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?" Chris finally said, breaking the silence.

"What?" Dwayne looked over.

"I don't know why there's this misconception that size changes anything. It doesn't matter how big it is," Chris replied.

"Tell that to the size queens that come chasing me," Dwayne said.

"Oh please. Let me guess, five, six inches?" Chris questioned as he rolled his eyes.

"More than that," Dwayne 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," Dwayne answered.

Chris laughed and shook his head as he pushed himself off the closed doors. He lightly smacked Dwayne on the shoulder and looked over at Adrian.

"You are unbelievable," he said, rolling his eyes again.

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

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

"You sure?" Dwayne questioned.

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

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

"Whatever," Chris replied as he leaned one shoulder against the elevator wall.

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

He gasped as he saw a thick rod of sorts clinging to his left inner thigh. The dim orange lights could have been playing tricks on his eyes. Dwayne 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," Chris replied as he pointed at the thick rod.