by KT Morrison
He grunted and put his head back. She winced, she didn't want him to feel too good. This was about Troy. She looked over at her husband, still sitting there, blank behind his glasses. She stuck her tongue out at him, turned back to Chad, said, “You have jus got the biggest dick, I can't keep my little hand off it.”
“You like seeing it this afternoon?”
“Darlin, it’s all I thought about since.”
Chad smiled when she said it, then he scrunched down into the tub a bit and she felt his arm brush her hand off him as he did something under the water. He fussed a bit, then his hand came out of the water and threw his trunks onto the deck behind them. Sat himself sideways on the bench so he could face her. He didn’t say anything, just leaned his head in his hand, his elbow on the edge of the tub.
She should have seen that coming. She was thinking it was safely tucked into his trunks and she wasn’t going to take it out or anything. Of course, he would take it out.
She couldn’t touch his bare penis, could she? That was kind of gross. It was out there now in the water, lurking somewhere, ready to brush against her arm or leg.
It was a little scary, being alone with a boy who wanted to put his thing in you, and you knew he had it aroused. She’d done it to him, got him that way and said some dirty things and all—she knew she was complicit, but it didn’t shake the fact that if she were by herself he could just force himself on her and push that thing where it couldn’t possibly fit.
This guy wouldn’t last more than two seconds with her husband. She was safe. She was in control whether Chad knew it or not. Troy would dictate her actions, but ultimately her husband would let her decide what she could or couldn’t do. If he wanted her to touch Chad’s naked penis she would do it. It was only a little different than rubbing him over his pants. She’d done that good too, trying to get a feel for it so she could re-live it later for Troy. If Troy was all right with it she would put her hand on it.
Emma looked over at Troy, but she didn’t smile, she was serious. She raised her eyebrows and looked down into the water, His pants are off, Troy.
Troy nodded very slightly.
Well, all right, she thought. This ought to be good. She reached her right hand through the water. She felt something bump the outside ridge of her palm. She stretched her fingers up and onto his hard column, sprouting from between his legs like a stone column from an ancient sunken city.
He was really hard now and he was enormous. She ran a finger down the underside from the tip to his testicles. He was very long. She put her fingers around his balls, squeezed them a little. They weren’t much different than Troy’s, just a little bit bigger. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft down near the base. It was so thick her thumb and middle finger wouldn’t meet.
“I can’t get my hand around it,” she said loud enough that her husband could hear her over the bubbles.
“That feels good,” he said.
Emma snuck another glance over at Troy but he wasn’t giving her anything. Just watching. She hoped he was really enjoying this, because Gosh, it was just so crazy. What was next? What if he shot his stuff out into the tub while her hand was on it. She’d jump right out of there.
She ran her grip up his erection til her fingers wrapped around the end. She felt his foreskin kind of squishy in her hand. She thought that when a boy who wasn’t circumcised got hard his penis kind of grew out of it, stretched away from it. Chad was hard but his foreskin was right up over the end.
She gripped the foreskin and ran it up and over his glans. She could feel it swell in her fist, the head flaring up and getting hard like a knot.
Troy felt sick to his stomach watching it. Emma was pumping her hand on Chad. She was looking down between his legs even though she couldn’t probably see anything through the churning water.
He didn’t want to think of her being mesmerized by it. Or maybe he did. The thought of his innocent wife having her first experience with a big cock was somehow exciting.
Emma turned to him. She mouthed So. Big. And made a shocked expression. His stomach cramped so tight he felt himself want to double over.
Something touched the inside of his thigh and he startled. Emma’s foot was searching between his legs. He worked a thumb into the front of his trunks and pulled it down. Scrunched up his abs and felt his little pecker pop free. He quivered as the sole of her foot found it. She stroked the underside of it, pushing it into his belly with the ball of her foot. He watched her top half in front of him, an arm’s length away, performing some other terrible task. She was stroking Chad, looking up at him.
“You make all the girls scream with this thing?”
“No, I’m careful with them,” he said.
“I bet you are.”
This was Troy’s darkest fantasy brought to life. The things that Emma whispered to him in his ear while they made love in live action. Not in the darkened theatre of his mind, but lit up feet in front of him by patio lanterns.
“Can I tell you a little secret?”
“Sure,” Chad said.
Emma’s foot felt incredible on him. He’d stopped thrusting against her soft sole because he was too close, but he let her play with his tip with her toes.
“My husband has a real tiny one.”
“He does?”
“Yeah, it’s, like, real small,” she said, making an exaggerated cartoon face. Disappointment.
“You ever think of other men?”
“Not all the time. I’m faithful. But sure, sometimes I do. He leaves me alone so much. And even when we do it...” she looked around, conspiratorially, then whispered, “it’s not that great.”
“That ain’t right,” he said, “you’re too young, too pretty, to miss out on having a good time.”
“Yeah, well I’ve been thinking about that.” She leaned forward and her shoulders came together a bit, showing off her cleavage. “Hey,” she said, “look at that, I can stroke it with both my hands.”
Chad leaned back and closed his eyes, overwhelmed for the moment with what his wife was doing to him under the water. His little bookworm with her alabaster skin and her little splash of freckles—a timid shy girl who wouldn’t say boo, who was polite and mannerly—was working two cocks in a hot tub, dirty talking two men simultaneously. She was going to drive Troy out of his mind.
“You know what I want?”
“What’s that?”
“I think I wanna see it.”
Troy’s blank sunglass-gaze unnerved her. He seemed tense. His traps and his shoulders were hunched up around his enormous neck. It must have been bothering him that so much of what she was doing was hidden. Was too much of it just up to his imagination? She was doing this for him. Maybe he should have a better view, she figured. So she asked Chad, Could she see it?
Was she ready to see it? Chad was wavering too, looking sideways at Troy facing them, sleeping in the tub right next to them. If she was going to look at his thing she’d have to make Chad not feel weird about the situation.
Her fingers explored it. She was encouraging him. You gotta show it to me. He was uncircumcised, had a lot of foreskin, and she had never felt that before. She jerked the thick skin up and over his head slowly, repeatedly. That felt weird. But it sure made him hard. She knew that sensitive part of him was right there under her fingertips but she couldn’t feel that smooth flesh of it.
So now what? She was sort of stuck in this situation and she didn't know where it was supposed to end up. Was she supposed to make this guy come? Well, Troy could forget that.
“Don't worry, seriously, that guy is out. He's been drinkin all day.” She waved heartily in Troy’s face to prove it to Chad. But Chad didn't move, and he started gently grinding his dick into her hand, fucking her grip. She let go.
She bobbed over to Troy and waved both hands dramatically close up to his face.
“See?” she laughed, and as she bobbed back to Chad she even flicked a splash of water with thumb and forefinger right in his
face a few times. He didn't budge of course. “I told you: out cold.”
She patted the edge of the hot tub, said, “Sit up here with me.”
Chad was still looking at Troy. “Look at the size of this guy. He’s got to be compensating for something right?” he said.
“You mean...” she held out her pinky and wriggled it.
“I bet you.”
“Hey, wouldn’t it be funny if we checked?” She bobbed over to him, put her hands under the water like she was going to touch it
“Oh my God, don’t do that,” he hollered at her in a whisper.
“I’m not gon look, I jus want to touch it. Sides, I don think he’d hit a girl no matter how mean he was.” It turned her on seeing how scared Chad was of Troy. Troy was a monster and he would crush Chad. She’d seen him in action so many times. Attended all his matches back at school. When he’d win she would cheer so loud, get so excited, sometimes she would tear up from happiness.
When she met his parents the first time his mom had shown her his bedroom where he grew up. She’d kept it the same. His mom walked her in and she looked at every wall lined with trophies and ribbons. Tears ran down her face right there, she was just so filled up with feelings for this man she was in love with. Troy’s mom laughed and put her hand on her back, and that had made it worse.
She smiled at Troy, left him untouched, got herself back to Chad. She said, “I bet you we’re right though. C’mon now, stop hidin that big ole thing. Let me take a look at it.”
7
Chad got ready to stand. He was still looking over at Troy, worried what this big guy might think if he woke up and saw a naked man with a huge erection standing right in front of him. Wasn’t there a bro code or something? Like, if he saw that the boy was with a lady he would let it go? Whatever the reason, Chad was cautious with another man so close. She just wanted him to do it already. Stand up. She wanted to see it. She had a natural curiosity. She got herself a real good feel of it and she wouldn’t mind taking a peek at the thing.
Finally, he stood up in front of her, the water rushing off of him. His cock bobbed, then kind of swayed sideways. Water ran off it down the tip and dripping off his hanging bag. It looked so big on him. He was a slight kind of boy, narrow waist and thin sort of legs. But his penis was thick, right from the base to the tip. It had a bit of a bend to it, like Troy’s but this one wasn’t asking a question, it knew the answer and it couldn’t wait to tell you. It had no face, like it was wearing a hooded sweatshirt; she couldn’t really get an idea of what kind of mood it was in. His foreskin was a darker colour than the shaft and it was bunched up right over the tip even though he looked as hard as could be. It had one big vein along its back that gave a little wriggle somewhere near the middle, but other than that the flesh was sort of thick and opaque. When Troy was hard you could see all sorts of little thin red lines squirming all over it. Chad’s penis was very good looking and she hated to admit it.
She knew she was going to play it up, make a big reaction for Troy’s benefit when she saw it, but it didn’t take much acting. His erection was really huge, and it was a little fearsome. You couldn’t actually put that inside a girl, could you?
“Oh my word,” she said, reeling. She laughed and looked away like she was shy. She peeked over at it again, covered her mouth and turned away real quick, tossing her hair about. She looked at Troy. He was rigid. She knew she was driving him wild. She couldn’t wait til he got his big hands on her tonight. He was really going to throw her around.
She looked back at Chad. He was standing with his hips pressed forward towards her, getting that big thing away from his body, making it stick out as far as he could. It bobbed, and dripped water in front of her. Emma had her hand over her face and she made like she was peeking over the top of her hand like she was watching a horror movie.
“I cain’t believe that’s real. Is that nine inches?”
“It’s a bit more.”
She put both her hands over her face, said, “Well, I just don’t know what to say.” She couldn’t take her eyes off it.
Chad made it move for her. Not thrusting it with his hips or wagging it back and forth. He made it move on its own. Under its own power. She’d never seen anything like that before. He could make it lift straight up or even move left and right.
“Oh my, what in the world is it doin?”
“I think he's pleased to meet you.”
“Well, I'm sure pleased to meet him. He's gorgeous,” she said. She put her hand out slowly, and he teased her, moving it away from her like it was being playful.
“Come here, you,” she said. She grasped it and held it still. “I can't believe this,” she told him.
“Man, you really love it.”
“I do. I been thinkin about it all day. I wondered what it would look like when it got hard. Tell me something, that little trick you and your friend run, how often does that work for you?”
“Oh, well, it's just supposed to be funny.”
“Really? Cause it put a little tickle in my tummy, and I can't be the first girl to feel that. Be honest.”
“I guess...well, I guess it's worked a few times,” he laughed.
“I can imagine.”
She stroked it, watched how it behaved in her hand. She said, “It’s so different from what I’m used to. I really never seen somethin like this before. Only in pictures.”
“You've only been with your husband?”
“Yes, he married a virgin. I seen pictures of other ones on the internet, I just didn't know how big they’d be in real life. I thought some of those pictures I'd seen had to be fake. Now I know.” She still held it in a loose grip and she moved it sideways, back and forth, considering it.
“Hey, would it be okay if I took a picture of it real quick, or would that be too weird?”
“Yeah, you can. Just don't get my face in it.”
“You're a good looking boy, so no offence, but I don’t want a picture of your face. I just want a picture of this thing. For some of those nights I'm left all alone.”
“You touch yourself and think about it?”
“I ain't admitting anything, but yeah, I might. Does that turn you on?”
“Yeah, it does. Of course. It really does.”
“Hold up a sec,” she said and she turned and looked through her purse laying on the deck next to the edge. She got her phone out and got herself back in the tub. Chad was stroking his thing wanting to make sure it looked its best for the picture. She went through her menus looking for her camera but she was watching Troy. She thought this would be the kind of thing to make him crazy but she wanted to know if it was okay. Would it make him mad? She didn't want to take this too far.
Troy sat there looking like he was asleep. The light played like liquid on the lenses of his black glasses. He wasn't stopping her. She thought this would be all right. Just a picture. In fact, if she captured this monster penis, had it on her phone, it would be something she could share with Troy anytime. Make him go out of his mind. A picture had real value to them. Oh, hey darlin, what am I doing? My, well, you caught me. You caught me with my little hand between my legs jus looking at a picture of that boy’s beautiful penis. I’m so sorry, daddy, I jus can't help myself. Punish me any way you want. And he'd pick her up like she was weightless and he’d fling her around and do those things to her that she loved.
She mouthed to him from behind her hair, This okay? She got nothing, maybe just the slightest nod. She was glad.
“Here we go, sugar,” she said. She sat next to him on the edge of the tub and took a picture. Then she said, “Let me get one with my hand in it for scale.” She grasped him at his base and she angled it, watching in the screen of her phone to see what made it look biggest. She clicked off another one. She said, “I’ll put that in a frame and have it on my mantle, see how long it takes my old man to ask me about it. One thing’s for sure, he won't think it's his. I wasn’t kiddin about his small one.”
“Oh
yeah, really small?”
“I always though he might, but now I’m sure.”
She put her phone down behind her. She looked at Troy across from her. She'd had another idea and she was troubled by it. It was a violation, but it was hot. She knew it was hot, and she thought Troy would think it was hot. But something about it made her think it was definitely going too far. She struggled with it. She looked at Troy; there was no way to ask him if it was all right, no way to mouth such a complicated question.
She decided to go for it. It could be nothing, and she'd hate to miss this chance. “Hey,” she said, “can I show you something?” She picked her phone back up. She flipped through it again, her eyes on Troy. Would he figure out what she planned in time? Stop her from doing it if he thought it was too much…
He didn’t say a word and she let her thumb dance through the menus til she found it.
“You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“This is something he sent me.” She showed him a picture that Troy had set her about a year ago, and she kept it on her phone. It was a picture of himself, he was standing in their own bathroom as hard as can be. You couldn't see much of his body just the bottom of his abs and the deep muscles of his hips where they met his thighs. In the centre was his little cock. He was hard and mostly upright in all his diminutive glory. All, she guessed, four inches, his little head cocked to the side seeking approval. “This is what he sent me,” she said.
“No.”
“That’s it, that’s what I get.”
“Oh. I see.” He kind of laughed then, said, “I guess I get it.”
“You do now, don't you? Why I’ve been thinking about this thing,” she said gripping his erection tight.
“Wow, that was small.”
“I know,” she said and threw the phone back into her purse.
“You know...I know something now,” Chad said.