Carl’s parents’ house was always a big meet-up/hang out spot ever since high school. Today was no different. The group gathered around noon, the air was crisp, no overcast. Sun out bright as ever, as Carl stood by the grill on the patio.

“Ok, who wants what?”

Everyone shouted their orders out while Ian started shuffling cards. Music played in the background, everyone chatting and laughing, as the burgers, hot dogs, ribs, etc. were sizzling.

There was me, Gary, and my girlfriend, Fiona (we had been together since freshman year in college), Carl and Iris, and Ian, and Paige. The only bad thing was that Carl’s parents, Randy and Brenda (both forty-seven), were home, when they were supposed to be vacationing in Rome. Their friend Martha (forty-six) was there with them.

Didn’t really matter, though, they only came out to the backyard to see if we needed any refreshments every so often. Other than that, they kept to themselves.

After an hour and a half, everyone was at least nicely buzzed. Carl and Ian more than the rest of us. They were bickering over a bet they made about last night’s boxing match on HBO.

Carl won said bet and Ian was being a sore loser in his drunken state. The argument got louder and louder, until Ian blurted something out;

“New bet… I bet I got a bigger cock than you.”

Everyone froze. Both Iris and Paige sighed and rolled their eyes back. Fiona’s eyes opened in shock, mine were closed. This was typical Ian and Carl, both very competitive. Especially when drunk.

“Come on, Carly, unless you’re scared of what everyone will see.” They both stood up. Paige and Iris rose with them, getting between the two.

Carl shot back, “Please, you probably can’t even find yours next to mine.”

Randy, Brenda, and Martha came out and interrupted the commotion.

Randy spoke with a cigar between two fingers, “What’s going on out here?”

I chimed in, “Carl and Ian made a bet on boxing, now they wanna compare dicks to see who’s more of a man.”

Randy scoffed at them both;

“Stupid fuckin’ kids. They’re probably hung like ants.”

Carl and Ian stepped closer to each other, then Paige yelled out;

“Ok, I think it’s about time to leave, before you two come to blows,” she said.

Iris added, “Yea, Carl, let’s go to my place for the night. Cool you down a bit.”

Their yelling continued out into the driveway, before Paige and Iris finally got them into their respective cars. They drove off fast as me and Fiona started getting ready to leave.

Randy asked, “You’re leaving? Just because those four left in a fit of anger?”

“I mean, really, it’s not even two o’clock,” Brenda whined, “Plus, we have all this food and beer left.”

Fiona and I sat back down and continued drinking. We chatted about our lives, jobs, etc. for another twenty minutes before Randy reflected on Carl and Ian’s fight.

“So, dive further into Carl’s fight for me, give me context, please.”

“Well,” Fiona said, “Carl and Ian made a bet on last night’s boxing match and Carl won. Ian was being a sore loser and wanted to see whose penis was bigger. Then you three walked out.”

Randy, Brenda, and Martha all started cracking up.

“Jesus, guys are so idiotic,” said Brenda.

“They’re just boys trying to play men,” Martha continued.

I just smiled and put my can of Heineken to my lips, hoping this conversation would fizzle out soon.

Brenda put her beer down and blurted out, “Immature little boys.”

Randy took a big hit of his cigar and turned his attention to me;

“While we’re still on the subject son… how big are you?”

The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I froze and stammered.

“Uh. Umm. I mean…”

“Cat got your tongue, son?”

My brain was locked, I couldn’t think clearly. Heart racing, pounding my chest so hard I couldn’t breathe right.

“Umm, seven and a half.” I don’t know why I said that, knowing my dick was just three and a half inches. Randy, sensing my hesitation and body language, called my bluff.

"Kid, I've heard a lot of dick-size talk over my lifetime. And in my experience, a man who stumbles his words as bad as you just did… let the cat out of the bag without saying a word…" my throat tightened, “Or, perhaps… mouse?”

Martha and Brenda chuckled.

My dumbass self, in my drunken state, doubled down;

“Seven and a half… give or take.”

Randy leaned back in his chair, taking another puff. “Prove it.”

Again, I froze. “Wh… what?”

“Prove it. Whip it out, prove to us you’re not lying.”

“I, I mean…”

“How’s about this? If your dick is even half as big as mine, my wife here…” he flicked his thumb towards Brenda, “will strip naked for you… and top it off with a blowjob… to completion.”

My mind exploded. Blood pressure spiked to its highest level ever. I almost passed out. I quickly glanced at Fiona who looked surprised as hell, then back at Randy and said,

“Fuck yeah, I’m in,” but Randy cut me off…

“BUT, if you’re not… that cute little girlfriend gets naked for us and does the deed to me.”

I looked over at Fiona; she was looking straight at me with wide eyes. She was shaking her head no.

I was about to tell him no, grab Fiona, and leave, but then…

“Gary,” I heard.

I turned my head and saw both Brenda and Martha looking at me, smiling. They were tugging their sundresses down, revealing their giant, natural tits.

Martha spoke up, “You get me too, big boy.”

That was all I needed. You have no idea how many times I’d jerked off to the thought of fucking Brenda.

Randy asked while I was dazed, “What are you thinking now, Gary?”

“I’m in, old man.” The words shot out of my mouth before I knew it.

Martha clapped, “Wow, never witnessed a cock size contest before, this should be fun.”

Fiona barked, “What the fuck? Why would you do that?”

“I’m sorry, Fi, but you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see Brenda naked. My brain short-circuited, I’m sorry.”

“Well, you’d better win, that’s all I’m going to say.”

Randy jumped back in, “Excellent, my man, where should we do this?”

Brenda yelled out, “how about you two stand over in the middle of the yard and drop your pants on three.”

“Great idea, babe,” Randy said as he stood up and took his shirt off. He then confidently walked over to the center of the backyard.

“Holy crap, this guy is jacked,” I said to myself. Arms rippling with muscles, with a smooth, toned stomach.

I looked at Fi, and she was actually staring at Randy as he walked shirtless towards the center of the yard.

Randy snapped at me, “You coming, boy?”

I reluctantly followed, and for some reason or another, I copied him in taking my shirt off. A vast difference in muscle tone.

Martha screamed, “WOO, there we go. Now, let those pants fall and whip out those hogs.”

A lump like no other formed in my throat.

Brenda was giddy with anticipation and counted down.

“Five.”

The lump tripled in size, heart pounding so hard in my chest, you could see it.

“Four.”

I looked at Fiona; she was still pissed, her fists clenched with nervous expectation. She knew what I was packing and knew it wasn’t much.

“Three.”

I felt weak in my knees, but I had no way out of this. It was happening whether I wanted it to or not.

“Two.”

Randy quickly added, “Loser stays naked and films everything.”

“WHAT?” I asked.

Brenda cut me off, “One. Ok, boys, drop em.”

This was it. I closed my eyes, zipped down, and let everything fall to the grass. My dick popped out, hard as ever from seeing Brenda and Martha’s tits.

Pale, erect, veinless; just a few thin inches of unimpressive cock. Kinda pathetic, really.

I heard a huge gasp from Fiona. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her eyes and mouth were wide open with shock; her face aimed at Randy’s crotch.

I looked down and couldn’t believe it. Thick, heavy, long like a mini anaconda. At least seven inches completely soft. My throat closed, I couldn’t move.

Laughter soon came from the mouths of Brenda and Martha.

Martha shouted, “Holy shit, kid, what the fuck is that? It’s like a baby’s thumb.”

I wanted to run away, but my feet were locked in place.

“That’s not a hog, it’s barely a piglet,” said Brenda.

Randy laughed harder than the rest. “Damn, kid, you mean seven and a half centimeters? Dude's out here smuggling Tic-Tacs."

Fi couldn’t stop herself from laughing, even snorting a little. She covered her mouth, but it was too late. I stood there, pants down at my feet. My hairless, shaved, little penis on display for all of us.

My mouth was open in horror when I looked at Fiona after she caught herself mid-laugh;

“I’m very sorry, Gary, but I told you not to lose, and CLEARLY, you lost.”

Randy cheered, “HA. Sorry, kid, tough luck.”

Brenda looked at Fiona. “Well, well, well, little Fifi. It looks like you’re getting naked for us. That toothpick your boyfriend has isn’t near half Randy’s length or girth.”

Fiona took a deep breath, then asked in a low and deflated voice,

“Could we please go inside? The neighbors are watching.”

I looked up quickly and saw more than a handful of neighbors either looking out their windows or standing on their balconies just watching everything unfold with excitement on their faces.

“Ok, let’s go into the living room. Gary, time to get those pants off and start filming. I’m gonna go get the camera.”

I reluctantly followed again, kicking my pants and boxers off, hearing snickering and whistles from onlooking neighbors.

“Cute little willy, boy.”

“Dude, what the fuck? My pinky’s bigger.”

“Nice butt, though.”

I reach the living room, and Randy is instantly in my face with a video camera.

“Here, shrimp dick, don’t stop shooting.”

I was beyond mortified. Plus, I was a major punk, had little to no backbone. I was shaking… From the humiliation of being naked with my still hard, sub-four-incher out in the open. From the sight of Randy’s cock. From the thought of what was about to happen to my girlfriend.  

The next thing I see is Fiona take her shirt off. Then her shorts, leaving her in her little A-cup bra and new purple thong I just bought her.

“Cute little ass, pretty lady,” said Randy.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet,” Fi replied.

Then, Randy took Fiona into his arms and planted a heavy kiss on her.

I tried to intervene, “Hey, that wasn…”

Randy pulled away from Fiona and snapped at me;

“SHUT UP, LITTLE BOY, let a real man show you how it’s done.”

Randy went back to Fiona and bent her back slightly. Their kiss continued and ramped up, as Fi wrapped her arms around Randy’s neck and lifted her nude leg up and down his. I just stood there, watching an almost fifty-year-old man make out with my girlfriend for over two minutes.

Randy fiddled with her bra strap as she slid her panties down. There she was. My girlfriend. Completely naked while a man over twice our age, and twice my size had his tongue jammed down her throat. Their mouth noises, mixed with Fiona’s moans, were driving me crazy.

Randy grunted hard with his half-hard cock pressed against her stomach.

“You know what happens next, don’t you, precious?”

“No, sir, what?”

“You get down on your knees and find out what a real man’s cock feels like in your mouth.”

Fiona was trembling with fear, but once her knees hit the carpet, a jolt of electricity hit her clit, causing her body to quake.

Her eyes crossed, and her mouth gaped wide when she saw Randy’s massive meat-stick up close. Fiona scooped his cock up with both hands and looked up at me. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was obviously horny as hell.

“I told you not to lose. Oh well, you lost.”

She took the first few inches slowly into her mouth while looking right into the camera.

Fi pulled back and looked at me;

“MMM, this is what a real man’s cock tastes like. Yummy.”

I felt sick and pleaded, “Fiona, please don’t make this worse for me.”

“Worse for you? You’re not the one who has to suck this tree trunk. Now, shut up and let me finish my job.”

She winked at me then dove hard on his now fully erect, nine-inch cock. She started gagging with six already lodged down her esophagus.

“Fuck yeah, choke on this cock like you mean it,” barked Randy.

Fiona pulled off his dick and said, “I do mean it, sir. You have a beautiful cock.” She looked over my way, “Plus, it’s punishment for Gary betting my innocence.”

I felt bile rising in my throat.

Ten minutes. Ten minutes of my girlfriend sucking another man’s much bigger cock and much larger balls. Fiona pulled Randy’s prick out, looked up, and asked him;

“Ar, are you almost done, sir?”

Randy laughed with enthusiasm, “Not close, dear.”

Fiona sighed heavily, lifted Randy’s cock in the air, dropped her head down, and started sucking his balls  

Brenda contributed, “Try fingering or licking his asshole, he really likes that. that should get him off”

I called out, “NOO, gross. She doesn’t even do that to me.”

Fiona didn’t even acknowledge me. She just looked at Brenda;

“You sure that’ll make him finish faster?”

“Works like a charm for me.” Brenda then kissed Fiona with tongue.

Meanwhile, Randy turned around and bent over, placing his hands on the living room couch. Fiona looked at me;

“There’s a first time for everything. YOLO!!”

She then stuck her tongue out and went right at his ass crack. Her mouth was making passionate love to his anus for a few minutes.

I looked at Fiona marinating his asshole with her saliva and then down at my little nub. Somehow, I was still rock solid.

“Why the fuck am I hard?” I actually asked it out loud, instead of in my head, prompting responses from Brenda and Martha, who had both somehow stripped naked themselves.

“Because, Gary, you enjoy seeing your girlfriend enjoying an actual cock… for once,” shouted Martha.

Brenda kept it going… “Yeah, you’re a little pervert, aren’t you? Is our Gary getting off watching his little girlfriend put her precious little lips on a superior man?”

I couldn’t say anything. My body froze. I was mesmerized by Brenda and Martha’s still fit, very hot bodies. Brenda, a blonde, and Martha, a redhead. Both with massive DD-cupped breasts, and full, trimmed but hairy bushes.

Randy looked back at me, “Hey, kid… your girl’s tongue is really soft and really knows how and where to travel in a man’s shitbox.”

She shoved her tongue deep into his rectum for a handful of minutes before Randy stood up, turned around, and told Fiona,

“Suck my cock like you love it.”

“Oh, I do, daddy, I love your giant cock.“

She looked at me with a wink

Fiona went back to his one-eyed fucking monster. Another two minutes of Fiona attempting to deepthroat all of Randy’s length. She got almost six full, thick inches down, before Randy started grunting.

Fi’s eyes shot wide open as spurt after spurt of Randy’s cum hit the back of her throat. She started moaning passionately, as Randy tightened his grip in her hair.

“You love my cum down your little throat, don’t you bitch?”

Fi looked up into his eyes and nodded yes with his cock wedged down her throat.

My body was numb, as Martha and Brenda cheered Fiona on;

“That-a-girl, swallow that cock like the good little slut you are.”

Fi blushed at that.

“Swallow… swallow it all, my little slut.”

Fiona didn’t need to be told; she knew what her job involved. And plus, she wanted me to feel She swallowed and swallowed every last drop while her hand moved to her preheated, shaved pussy.

She was so into fingering herself that she didn’t stop after Randy pulled his cock out of her mouth. her moans increased.

Brenda looked at Martha, “Look at her, little helpless tramp is horny as fuck. You think we should help her out?”

They both walked swiftly over to Fiona. Brenda planted a big kiss on her lips, while Martha went right for her breasts, sucking, biting, pinching her breasts/nipples.

Fiona screamed with fire in her voice, as both older ladies explored her body.

Fiona came twice and took a few minutes to calm herself down. Randy looked at me and told me,

“Listen up, little guy, you’re not leaving here until you kiss your little skank on the lips, full make out.”

I swallowed hard, then just went for it to get the fuck out of there. I leaned in and our lips met. It tasted disgusting. Salty, bitter, gooey… gross. Our tongues swirled around each other. I gagged and Randy laughed at me;

“There you go, needledick. Now, give me my camera, take your girlfriend, get dressed, and get the fuck out of my house.”

We got dressed as fast as we could, then walked out of the house, and into my car. The drive home was dead silent. The radio stayed off. I couldn't even look over at Fiona. Every time I tried to say "I'm sorry," the words died before they reached my lips.

My humiliation had been all I could think about in that living room. The laughing. The neighbors. The bet. But somewhere between Randy's driveway and the highway, it finally clicked.

None of that was the worst thing I'd done.

I'd put the woman I loved on the line because I was a horny little creep who was distracted when I saw giant tits.

She hadn't lost the bet. I did. Me and my tiny pecker. I wanted to blame the beer. The tequila. Randy. Anybody but myself. The truth was a lot simpler, and a lot uglier.

I opened my mouth. I made the bet. I kept saying yes.

Fiona never raised her voice. She just stared out the passenger window, talking to me;

“I hope you learned your lesson. By the way, his jizz tastes much better than yours. His asshole didn’t taste too bad, either.”

That hurt worse than anything Randy or the others had said.

"You knew he had you beat the second he dropped the challenge, didn’t you? You didn't lose by a little. You got absolutely humbled.”

“I know, again, I’m so ver…”

"I can't believe you thought there was even a chance, with that puny thing."

When we got to her apartment, she reached for the door handle.

"Fi..."

She stopped for a second but never looked at me.

"I trusted you."

Then she got out, shut the door, and walked inside. I sat there for nearly twenty minutes with the engine running, realizing I'd managed to lose something a hell of a lot bigger than a stupid bet.

Eventually, cooler heads prevailed, and I got back into Fiona’s good graces after about two weeks. It took a LOT of flowers, candy, and jewelry.

We broke up about three months after that, as Fiona kept teasing me about Randy’s cock being much bigger than mine.

The breaking point was when she kept moaning and yelling Randy’s name while we were having sex. She was over the top faking it, screaming,

“Oh YES, OH WOW, DADDY.” The words made me freeze. I started thrusting again, and she kept it up.

“OH MY GOD, RANDY, YOUR COCK IS FUCKING HU… oh, wait, sorry, baby, my mind was elsewhere. That’s right, dadd… baby, keep going, my mind is totally on you right now, definitely not on Randy’s huge cock.”

That’s when I got up, dressed, and bolted. I couldn’t take it anymore. We stopped talking, but I heard that she went back to Carl’s parents’ house and she let Randy fuck the shit out of her. I don’t know. I really don’t care, but I can imagine this time involved sex.

It’s too bad I missed it, I kinda got the taste for being cuckolded… Literally. Fucking gross. Maybe.

-The End