Last year, my girlfriend Hanna and I traveled abroad for a mutual friend’s wedding. We stayed in an Airbnb with the bride’s friends, who were all female except me and one other guy. One of our female friends was a close mutual friend, so we shared a room with Michelle.

Michelle had stepped out so my girlfriend and I could have some alone time in the bedroom together. She was on her period, so we weren’t doing anything too hot and heavy, but she always liked to do longer dick-sucking on me anyway, so it didn’t make a difference, probably. She did her normal thing of sucking and kissing my dick for about 20 minutes. Usually, she wouldn’t have me cum in her mouth so I could finish in her pussy, but even though we weren’t going to do that, she stopped anyway. She stopped and started pulling out her phone and typing while I inhaled.

Then she said: “Michelle is coming in. If you want to cover up, you can.”

Hanna was fully clothed, but I was completely naked, so I sat on our bed and covered up with our blankets, figuring Michelle was just going to grab something from underneath her bed and leave. Michelle came in, sat on her bed, and thanked my girlfriend for getting the door for her.

I was probably pretty confused looking, so Hanna explained: “So last night, Michelle and I were talking about dicks, and yours came up briefly.”

I was surprised by this. I figured some women talk about dicks to each other, but I never imagined women talking about mine. There’s not much to write home about: being circumcised and just over 4″ in length and just under 3″ in circumference the last time we measured.

Hanna then said, “Michelle said her boyfriend’s dick hung differently off him, so I wanted to show her the way yours looks, but I know you don’t like having pictures taken of it. But would you mind showing it to her so she can see what I was talking about?”

I was shocked and caught off guard since nobody ever asked me this. For most of our friends, I probably wouldn’t feel comfortable going along with it. But I’ve known Michelle for years, longer than my girlfriend. And she had already gone swimming topless on that trip, so I felt like I had already seen her naked, and that made it only fair.

I said, “Oh, OK, sure.”

Probably very off guard since this happened so fast. I took off the blanket and sheets and stood up off the bed. I was still completely erect, like a combination of having just been sucked off and just the thrill of standing naked in front of two hot women. I hopped off the bed, and for a moment, my dick was bobbing up and down. My girlfriend took her to it to stop its movement and then gave it a quick pair of strokes, likely doing me the favor of making sure it was as big as possible. The two women examined my penis for a few seconds letting out little more than a “hmm.” My dick pointed upward, above the base of the shaft, and pretty far toward the left.

Michelle made the first remark: “I see what you mean now. When you said it pointed upward, I figured you meant when he was lying down. But it aims upward, unlike Dan’s, which just hangs down.”

Dan, Michelle’s boyfriend, wasn’t on this trip. I wasn’t sure if he knew about this, but Michelle’s loyal.

My girlfriend responded: “It’s probably a mix of the weight and the length, then?”

I had a rough idea of what she meant by this. Michelle pulled out a cell phone and showed a discord message Dan had sent her the night before containing a picture of his cock. He had a huge uncut white cock. Michelle told us it was over eight inches long and almost six inches in girth. It wasn’t as veiny as I’d expected, which had me worried that it wasn’t even 100% erect. As Michelle had told us, Dan’s cock hung downward even though it didn’t have much curve to it. It hung down due to its weight. My girlfriend, Michelle, and I studied the picture, and they kept taking glances down at my dick. Before, I was just nervous about showing my dick to a woman other than my girlfriend, but now I was anxious about them blatantly comparing me to another dude I knew who had a much bigger cock. I think my girlfriend could sense I was feeling insecure about this. She’s generally never been one to try to belittle me or humiliate me. But I think she could tell what was going on.

Hanna said, “Michelle said last night that she usually doesn’t take the whole thing anyway.”

She said this in a tone that made me think it was supposed to reassure me, as if Michelle didn’t want the extra inches of length and girth anyway.

But Michelle had to retort: “If we take it slow and use lube, I sometimes can take it all, but the thickness generally makes it hard.”

My girlfriend nodded and added that she imagined that lubricating would be important, which didn’t thrill me to hear that she was thinking about that. Michelle must’ve sensed that we were talking about her boyfriend’s cock a bit much and decided to turn the conversation towards us.

“How about you guys? Do you run into any issues in the bedroom?” Michelle asked.

She didn’t specify why we would run into issues, but I couldn’t help but think my size was at least partially implied. Regardless, I had no idea how to respond to that question.

My girlfriend said, “No, we’re doing pretty well. I love giving blowjobs, and Jared (me) is good at eating me out, so I’m happy. The only thing that has ever not clicked for us was doggy style.”

The part about her loving to give BJs didn’t surprise me; she would usually do it for 20-30 minutes before sex and would frequently deep-throat me. Neither did the part about me eating her out; it’s one of those things that, if you’re not hung, you must get good at. However, I was surprised that she mentioned the part about doggy style. It was the biggest issue when we started having sex, as she mentioned earlier. The first few times, she insisted I try to fuck her from behind, but without the length to do that, there isn’t much you can do, unfortunately. She would mention to us later during the discussion that it was her favorite position to do with her ex-husband, which made me a bit more disappointed I couldn’t get it done. The two discussed size a bit more after this; Michelle said:

“Oh, OK, but if you’re not having any pain issues, that’s good,” Michelle said.

Hanna replied, “Oh no, I was never worried about that. My ex-husband was six and a half inches, which wasn’t a problem either.”

Which was the first confirmation I got regarding her ex-husband’s size. I assumed it was bigger since I know they were doing doggy style a lot, but to hear it was more than two inches longer drove me crazy. Frustratingly, despite several minutes having gone by, I wasn’t any less erect than I was at the start of this. The initial shock had worked off after about twenty minutes, but I still didn’t get used to standing completely naked in front of two women while they compared my penis to much larger ones. Shockingly after over twenty minutes of this, they still had more to say about their experiences with bigger cocks. I was surprised that Dan’s dick didn’t take aback my girlfriend, but then she ripped off the band-aid I was waiting for:

“The only cock that ever hurt me was my college boyfriend’s—Brad. That thing was easily nine inches long. The only time I ever had my cervix hit. Not fun,” Hanna confessed.

If her ex-boyfriend heard that, it’d feel like a backhanded insult. Michelle had a visible reaction to this. She first raised her eyebrows at my girlfriend before her gaze turned back down to my penis.

Michelle responded: “That just sounds inconvenient to live with,” she said, punctuated with a chuckle.

Mine is four inches, which, at this point, I realized is a measurement that my girlfriend probably already shared with Michelle. If he were nine inches, it’d look longer than two of mine placed back to back. After seeing Michelle looking at my dick, I looked down too, and my girlfriend seemed to follow suit. I don’t know for sure, but I think they were trying to visualize what that kind of cock would look like hanging off me and using my real one as a frame of reference.

“And Brad’s cock also hung down even when he was hard. Brad’s also had an upward curve like Jared’s (me). So I think it’s about where the weight at the head is on it and not about how it curves,” Hanna mused in a matter-of-fact tone.

She was not one to humiliate me on purpose, but she seemed almost oblivious to the implications of what she had said.

After this, the conversation finally drifted off the topic of dick. At some point, my dick mercifully went soft, and I took that as my cue to get dressed. I was still excited about getting blown without cumming and all the attention the women had given me. Michelle never gave me any shit for my size following that discussion, though I still don’t know what she and my girlfriend might’ve said without me in the room.

 

The End.

 

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