It started like any Saturday night.
The guys came over to watch the game and my girlfriend (soon to be fiancé), Emma, catered the event. There was always plenty of beer and snacks; of course, Emma was looking mighty tasty herself. I don’t know if she dressed up for these occasions on purpose but this night, in particular, she had gone over the top – she was wearing a tight black dress that seemed casual yet sexy at the same time. It accentuated the movements of her already curvaceous body. I couldn’t help but stop by the kitchen multiple times during the first half of the game to grope her through the dress. I could tell from the get-go that she was ready for our usual Saturday night fuck already.
Eventually, halftime came around and the guys and I started talking. It was the typical crowd: James who was a lanky redhead, Jeremiah who was a stocky black man, and Seth who was a fairly small man compared to the rest of us – me being a solidly built 6’2”. Our conversation began about the game but it eventually took a sexual turn when a particularly attractive sports commentator came on the screen.
“I bet it takes a big cock to keep that one satisfied,” said Jeremiah.
“Oh, yeah? What makes you say that?” I replied.
“Well, have you seen that ass?! I’d say her boyfriend has to be at least seven inches just to get in between those cheeks.”
“I could take care of her nice and good, mark my words,” said Seth while almost biting his lip.
I could sense a bit of hesitation in his voice as if he doubted his words. But just as I was about to say something myself, James spoke up, “You really think so, big guy?” The sarcasm in his voice was very evident, “No offence, but usually the bigger the car, the bigger the engine, if you catch my drift,” he said with a wink.
“Fuck you! I bet my package is twice the size of yours, you ginger bastard!”
We all had a good laugh and quieted down quickly as Emma walked into the room. “More beers for you guys,” she said as she set down another six pack on the coffee table. We all mumbled our thanks as she walked back into the kitchen. I could smell that the wings were almost done and knew she would be back soon.
James couldn’t help himself. “If you really think that, Seth, then back those words up.” Jeremiah and I chuckled as Seth went red in the face. This was obviously not the time nor the place to have a cock competition and James knew it; he was just trying to rile up Seth.
“I bet you would like that, wouldn’t ya. Seeing my dick, ya queer. And besides, I have more respect than to pull a stunt like that when Emma is around.”
I felt the sudden urge to contribute to the derision, “Oh, she wouldn’t even notice if you whipped it out.” James and Jeremiah burst out in laughter as I let out a chuckle myself – now Seth was beet red.
“What wouldn’t I notice?” said Emma jokingly as she walked back into the room.
“Nothing, babe. You can just set the wings next to the T.V.; there isn’t much room on the table.” She obliged and strutted her long legs in between us all. The open space next to the T.V. was over the arm of the couch that James was on and instead of reaching over it, she put both of her knees on the cushion and leaned over to gently set the platter down. This movement revealed, not only to me, just how revealing her dress really was. My girlfriend’s full ass peeked ever so flirtatiously under the edge of her black dress at all of our staring faces.
She looked back at me and we all quickly looked away. “Want me to take some of the bottles?” Without a response, she came off the couch and bent over to pick up our empties, this time facing the couch that Jeremiah and I sat on, giving us a front-row seat to the cleavage that created quite a spectacle over her low-cut dress. She managed to grab all of the bottles with her small hand (especially for her height) and strutted back into the kitchen.
I couldn’t help but have the feeling that every single one of us watched her ass until the kitchen door closed. But the halftime show was beginning and our attention was diverted to the screen.
“If you don’t think it’s such a big deal, then why don’t I just whip it out,” Seth said, half under his breath.
Jeremiah seemed irritated and finally replied, “Yes, why don’t you just reveal what you’ve been hiding from the world so long.”
He was obviously being sarcastic but Seth had had enough of our antics. Without further hesitation, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Despite all of our protests, he continued to stand up and pull down his pants.
“See!” At that exact moment, I heard the kitchen door creak open again as I realized that Emma had forgotten one more bottle on the table. Seth had little time to react as she strolled toward his exposed penis without any thought. He did his best to hide but it was too late.
“What the fuck?” Emma said in disbelief. She turned her head away and blocked the vision of Seth’s dick with her hand. “Is this what you guys do when the game isn’t on?!”
“It isn’t what it looks like,” Seth tried to save himself. “They were making fun of me, saying my… thing wasn’t big enough. But it is! As you can see…
“Measure it! I’m telling you, if you measure it you’ll see!”
Emma looked at me for some backup but I just shrugged. “Well, none of us will do it, and Seth won’t shut up until he finds out truly how small he is.” The guys giggled but Emma just scoffed. “Honey, there is a ruler on the desk.”
She rolled her eyes but obeyed. By the time she got back, Seth was wide-eyed and hard as a rock! Emma hesitated as she put her legs together and dropped down to her knees in front of Seth’s naked cock.
“You don’t have to touch it, Em, just hold it close enough to get a measurement.”
Her lithe hands kept a safe distance with the ruler as she looked closely. “Only five and quarter inches,” she said reluctantly.
“Only!?!” Seth cried out. We died laughing; even Emma couldn’t resist a giggle. “Well, let’s see what you got, if you are so quick to judge!”
Jeremiah looked at me as if it was my decision. I just shrugged. I looked at Emma as she shook her head vigorously. But it was too late. Jeremiah already was down to his boxers which betrayed a large bulge. I eyed Emma to detect her emotions: a mixture of disbelief yet intrigue. I was one of the only men she had ever been with, certainly the only one whose cock she was familiar with, and definitely, there had been no black men in her past.
Jeremiah stood there with his hands on his hips, cock dangling, with a look of pride on his face. He knew that his penis was larger than Seth’s, although that wasn’t saying much. Emma, knowing what everyone was expecting of her as the de facto judge of this competition, didn’t even get back to her feet but shuffled on her knees over to Jeremiah’s dark cock.