Before Dee and I were married in 2004, we rented a big house in Brighton. Eventually, the rent increased by more than we could afford over time. Dee suggested we take in a lodger to help with the rent, and since she’d already offered a room to her friend Nora, I reluctantly agreed. Nora was a striking, athletic, medical student. Her boyfriend, Terrence, was a confident black guy who cycled everywhere in skin-tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. He was, shall we say, well-endowed, and Nora wasn’t shy about it. On the other hand, I am a grower, and my modest size made me self-conscious, especially after Terrence started staying over fairly often.

I used to enjoy being naked at home, but that stopped after Nora arrived. Then, one day, while Dee was away, I decided to reclaim my naked time. I was pottering around the kitchen, completely nude, when Nora unexpectedly walked in after her night shift. Caught completely off guard, I could only manage a “Good morning,” unable to cover up while holding a glass of juice in one hand and a plate of toast in the other. Nora just grinned and went upstairs. Figuring she’d go straight to bed, I decided to stay naked. After all, it’s my house.

I sank into my armchair, finally relaxing with the TV on. About half an hour later, Nora appeared, a towel wrapped around her head and wearing a toweling robe. She settled onto the sofa opposite me. As a preemptive measure, I instinctively placed a cushion in my lap when I heard her coming down.

“You look comfortable,” she said, her Dutch accent giving her voice a husky quality. “Enjoying your week off?”

We fell into a comfortable small talk for a while. During a lull, I self-consciously apologized for having been naked earlier.

Nora grinned. “It was nothing! It’s your house, after all.” A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. “Besides,” she added, “I’ve seen my share of ‘Willies’ in my time. Huge ones, tiny ones, strange-looking ones.” She winked as she emphasized ‘tiny,’ a playful jab that clarified her meaning.

She launched into stories from her internship days – bed baths went wrong, bizarre injuries, and even more bizarre objects people had lodged in their orifices. It was the longest uninterrupted conversation we’d ever had, just the two of us. I also quickly discovered she had a decidedly earthy sense of humor. The words “raging hard-on,” “stuffed cunt,” and “glistening cockhead” peppered her anecdotes, along with vivid descriptions of doctors she’d happily “fuck” given a chance.

The frankness of her language, coupled with the mental images she conjured, had an immediate and predictable effect. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to manage the burgeoning erection beneath the cushion discreetly. Just then, Nora drew her knees up onto the sofa, her robe gaping slightly to reveal a generous expanse of firm breasts and muscular thighs. I was completely thrown. My earlier, manageable arousal had escalated into a full-blown, throbbing hard-on. A mix of nervousness and excitement coursed through me. What would Nora say if she saw it?

“I don’t mind you being naked around the house,” she said, seemingly oblivious to my internal turmoil. “It’s nice to see someone comfortable in their skin, not embarrassed by their body.” She paused, then added with a playful nudge, “There’s no need to ‘cover-up’ if you don’t want to.” She went on to say she frequented nude beaches and believed nudity was beautiful, not “dirty.”

I mentioned that I also enjoyed nude beaches but that Dee wasn’t as keen. Nora responded that she wished more men with small penises had the confidence to embrace nude beaches. Though seemingly general, the comment felt oddly pointed, a subtle dig at my masculinity.

“It’s probably best I stay covered for a bit longer,” I mumbled, trying to deflect the conversation.

Nora laughed knowingly. “I thought you were doing a bit of squirming,” she teased.

She then asked if Dee knew about my naked proclivities at home. I confirmed that she did and that she didn’t seem to mind. For some reason, the desire to have Nora see me, to witness her reaction to my “raging hard-on,” intensified. But at the same time, I was unsure how she might react.

Just then, the house phone began to ring. This was it. I knew now I could do it and probably get away with it. I had to think fast, throw caution (and cushion) to the wind, and jump up. My stiff four-inch dick bobbed in front of me as I ran for the phone. I picked it up and spoke to the person on the other end, realizing it was just a cold caller. I surreptitiously snapped the receiver to end the call and slowly began to turn so that Nora could see me. I pretended the conversation was ongoing and my movements were just how people were on the phone. It took me a minute or so before I was fully exposed to Nora, and I could see she was looking at me as I continued my fake phone call. I eventually faked finishing the call and hung up.

As I went to sit down, my four-inch erection still bobbing, Nora got up and, in doing so, gave me the briefest glimpse of her right nipple. It was perfectly formed and very swollen; the whole nipple was puffed up, unlike my Dee, whose nipples went very pointy. Nora said she had to get some sleep before she passed out from tiredness, noting she might do one more thing before going to sleep. She didn’t say it, but I hoped and guessed she would get herself off!

The thrill of my earlier, relatively tame exposure lingered. I craved more. I wasn’t interested in being a flasher, but the liberating feeling of being naked in the right context was intoxicating. Another month passed before I had another opportunity with Nora. I tried to engineer a casual encounter, but the timing was always off. I didn’t want her to think I was making a pass at her, and I was also curious to see if she’d mention anything to Dee and how Dee might react. I needed to gauge the situation before my next showing, so to speak.

*****

The second time was almost accidental. I’d been soaked through while doing a survey and nipped home to change before returning to the office. Rushing and chilled to the bone, I’d stripped off in the bathroom and jumped into the shower to warm up, forgetting to close the door. The sound of the water must have woken Nora, who was sleeping off a night shift – another thing I’d forgotten. Our shower cubicle is small, with frosted plastic walls and a door. As I showered, I heard Nora call out. I called back, explaining it was just me. Relieved it wasn’t an intruder, she came into the bathroom, jokingly scolding me for waking her.

I apologized, explaining I’d forgotten about her night shift. Nora then casually announced she needed to use the toilet and told me not to come out of the shower. I watched a pink and white blur as she walked past the cubicle and sat down. I heard her go – she must have been desperate. Just as she flushed, I realized the implications, but it was too late. The sudden cold surge from the flushing toilet made my already hot shower go nuclear, forcing me to jump out. Nora laughed as I reminded her about the shower/toilet flush problem while staring at me, a smile on her lips.

“Oh, I forgot!” she said, her tone suggesting otherwise. “You must be washing that extra carefully,” she added, pointing at my dick, which was indeed quite bubbly, my balls hanging low from the hot water. By my standards, I looked pretty good – maybe two inches (soft). Nora asked why I was home, and I explained about getting soaked in the field. The water temperature was normal, so I returned to the shower, closing the door behind me. Unexpectedly, Nora remained seated on the toilet, continuing our conversation as I rinsed off, now fully erect and even more aroused by her presence.

It was one of those rock-hard erections so intense my foreskin had retracted completely. I turned off the water and called Nora, giving her a chance to leave, but she simply replied, “Okay,” and kept chatting. I was in a daze, barely registering her words, my mind consumed by the thought of exposing myself to her again. I called out again to be sure, trying to muster my courage. “I’ve seen your little boner before,” she said dismissively. “Don’t be a baby.”

I opened the shower door and stepped out, completely naked. Nora finished her sentence and then looked me up and down. “Ooooh, Tony,” she said. “You do have quite a cute little dick. Not really to my taste, though. I’m a bit of a size queen. Were you wanking in the shower?”

I admitted that while I did sometimes masturbate in the shower, the heat often made me hard. She looked directly at my erection as I reached for a towel. As I leaned past her, she draped a hand towel over me, covering my erection as I straightened up.

“Well then, Tony,” she said, eyeing the towel. “You can pass the ‘towel test’ now, right? Just because it’s not a monster dick doesn’t mean it’s not powerful enough.”

I replied that I hoped so, considering my age. I closed the shower door and walked out of the bathroom. Nora followed me into the bedroom, continuing our earlier conversation, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed, exposing a generous amount of thigh. I deliberately took my time drying off, even using Dee’s hairdryer (something I never do). My four-inch erection remained stubbornly persistent, throbbing and twitching, a fact not lost on Nora.

She made several comments, like, “I bet that little dicklette will be hammering Dee’s pussy later, twitching away like that as you pleasure her!”

All while continuing her banal chatter. I was burning to masturbate for her right there, but I lost my nerve. Was she just playing with me, or could I push things further? I didn’t want to jeopardize things with Dee, so I held back and dressed.

*****

The next time was only a couple of days later. I’d spent that time wrestling with my thoughts about Nora. I’d concluded, or perhaps hoped, that anything went with her. Right after the shower incident, I’d rushed back to work, a distracted mess as my mind replayed the scene. Part of me was annoyed at myself for not moving on Nora, while the rest were unsure what to do next. That evening, Nora invited Dee and me to dinner with her and Terrence at a local restaurant, her treat for letting her stay with us.

Terrence and I hit it off immediately, bonding over our love for the same football team and other similar interests. We all got quite drunk as the meal progressed, and the wine flowed. With the fifth bottle, it happened. Nora recounted the story of catching me in the shower. I was mortified, my face probably matching the color of the wine. Dee, thankfully, found it amusing. Nora told a sanitized version, omitting the details of my erection and my post-shower routine. Dee then said she’d seen Terrence in his cycling shorts, which was as good as naked, so they were even.

Terrence teased Nora, calling her a pervert and joking about her supposed fascination with large penises. “They aren’t always big,” Nora retorted, winking at me.

That night, I asked Dee if she thought Nora had deliberately tried to see me naked. Dee shrugged it off, saying, “I don’t care as long as nothing happened,” adding for good measure, “Nora only goes for guys with big cocks. Not little dicks like yours.”

I was speechless, but Dee was in the mood for sex, so I obliged, and it was amazing.

*****

The following morning, I donned my silk robe and headed to the kitchen for coffee and toast, hoping to cure my hangover. I found Terrence cooking bacon and eggs, stark naked. I asked where Nora was, and he said she was showering and had sent him down to make breakfast. I suggested he cover-up, but he said Nora would be angry if he did without her permission. He said it with a strange mix of amusement and something else I couldn’t quite place. As he plated the food, I couldn’t help but notice he was indeed well-endowed, perhaps eight inches or more, exactly the type Nora seemed to prefer, according to Dee. Terrence caught me looking, and I apologized.

He laughed, calling me a “Gay Boy” with a sarcastic edge.

I laughed it off, and he said he was used to men being fascinated. He then said he had to run along as Nora would be waiting. He asked if we had a tray he could borrow, as he’d made a lot of food. The tray wasn’t in its usual place, so I offered to help him carry the breakfast upstairs.

We reached Nora’s room, and Terrence suggested he check if she was decent before I went in. I said she hadn’t extended me the same courtesy, and he replied it was best for us to do as he said. He spoke to her, and I heard her voice from the en-suite bathroom. Terrence called me in, and I set the breakfast on her dressing table. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, revealing Nora bent over the sink, brushing her teeth. She had a towel wrapped around her, but it barely covered her backside. The position gave me a clear view of the curve of her buttocks and the faint line of her crack. I felt a stirring, and my dick began to rise under my robe. I noticed she was watching me in the steamy mirror and quickly turned to leave.

“Tony!” Nora called me back.

I turned to see her walking towards me, shutting the bedroom door, trapping me in the room with her and Terrence.

“You dirty little fucker!” she exclaimed. “You were trying to sneak a peek at me, weren’t you?”

I tried to deny it, but I was caught.

“I suppose you’ve got a stiff little clit now, haven’t you?” she stated sternly. I

Denied that, too, but she wasn’t buying it, noting it probably wouldn’t show under my robe anyway. I was speechless again and glanced at Terrence, who held his hands up in mock surrender. I tried to escape by saying I should get Dee some breakfast, my headache now replaced by a fluttery feeling.

“What if I told Dee you were spying on me?” she threatened.

I was at a loss for words. Nora then boldly declared that my penalty was to remove my robe so she could have her revenge. I reminded her she’d seen it all before, but she insisted, threatening to go and tell Dee right then and there. I pointed out Terrence was in the room, and she called me a homophobe, saying I’d seen his, so what was the difference? I was quite keen to get my dick out for Nora again, but Terrence’s presence made me apprehensive. His dick was nearly twice the size of mine, even soft. Sensing my hesitation, Nora took the initiative, pulling the string of my robe and letting it fall from my shoulders, leaving me completely naked with a semi-erection.

“You fucking dirty babydick pervert, Tony! I bet you were about to go and jack off over what you saw, weren’t you!” Nora grinned as she berated me.

I denied it, and she suggested I thought she was ugly, which I vehemently denied, saying she was very sexy. Nora stepped back and posed, briefly revealing more of her body, then turned, giving Terrence a view of her pussy and me her ass. As she turned back, she adjusted her towel to reveal more of her breasts.

By now, I was fully hard, and I noticed Terrence was also mostly hard. His cock must have grown to nearly ten inches. Nora commented about having two hard male organs to tease, one ‘real’ and the other a ‘fun little man clit.’ She looked back and forth between us, then told Terrence to get her tape measure from the sewing bag. He complied quickly as if he’d done this before. Nora went into the bathroom, briefly exposing her backside as she dropped the towel before putting on a large terrycloth robe.

Nora took the tape measure and ordered Terrence to stand next to me. He was very hard, pointing skyward. I was throbbing again. Nora knelt in front of him and measured his cock carefully, taking her time. She announced Terrence was 26.1 cm. She then moved to me, my dick inches from her face, and began to measure me. This also took a while, which I didn’t mind. Nora scolded me for twitching, and I apologized, saying my dick had a mind of its own. Eventually, she announced I was 10.2 cm. She gave my dick a light slap and stood up.

(I later converted. 10.2cm is 4.01 inches, and 26.1cm is 10.3 inches).

“Tony, Terrence is more than double your size. How embarrassing for you!”

I looked at Terrence, who simply shrugged. She slapped my dick again and said it wasn’t big enough to satisfy her. She then started to suck on Terrence’s cock right in front of me. I stood there, unsure what to do.

“Sorry, Tony, but you lose. Fuck off and sort yourself out. Terrence wins, so he gets a blowjob!”

I was stunned.

“Come on, Tony, fuck off!” Nora repeated as she began to stroke and tongue Terrence’s cock.

I picked up my robe and left. I went to see if I could get lucky with Dee, but she told me to fuck off too. She still felt terrible from the booze last night. I went downstairs and had a monster wank in the lounge, reliving the scene. I briefly saw Nora and Terrence before they left for his parents’ house, forgetting I had remained naked all morning. I spent the day nursing Dee’s hangover for her while mine had miraculously disappeared.

 

The End.

 

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