A big elephant in the room

[johnnyunitas]

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“I think we're ready to go. How about you?”

Glen yelled his question in Mark's ear, forced to raise his voice over the loud thumping dance music of the bar.

“Sure. Let's get out of here.”

Glen tapped Marilyn's shoulder to get her attention and motioned with his head that they were leaving. The three of them made their way through the gyrating throng of people out into the cold winter's night.

“You wanna get a cab with us, Mark? We have more drinks at our place.” Glen had his arm around Marilyn's shoulders as they hunched against the freezing cold winds.

"Yea sure. I have to take a piss really bad though.”

“Just go use the bathroom inside,” Glen suggested.

“Nah, it's too packed man. I'm just gonna go over here.” Mark pointed towards a chain link fence that met with it's adjacent building to create a small, dark nook that was set off from the street.

Mark typically tried not to urinate in public. He always worried about pedestrians or police officers showing up and making it awkward. However his bladder was full with a long night's drinking and the cold weather wasn't helping to hold it in. He walked briskly to the enclave and unzipped.

“Mark! Mark! We got a taxi!” Marilyn was calling his name loudly. She was a little tipsy and was putting more urgency in her voice than was necessary.

“That was quick” Mark thought, desperately trying to shake out the last of his stream so he didn't get urine on his underwear.

“Mark, c'mon!” Marilyn shouted again. Mark turned toward Marilyn's voice to let her know he would just need half a minute more when he realized that she was standing much closer than he'd thought, his ears still humming from the bar's loudspeakers.

Marilyn's eyes went directly to Mark's crotch where she could plainly see the beefstick he held in his hand, still sputtering piss on the brick wall of the building and, consequently, the sidewalk. Mark watched as her eyes grew wide, her mouth agape.

“Just hold on for a sec. I'll be right there.” Mark was saying this to Marilyn but he could tell something else had her attention. Normally he would have felt embarrassed but with Marilyn, since he knew her so well, he didn't consider it such a big deal.

“She was probably going to see it at some point.” Mark ruminated happily.

Marilyn shook her head a little bit, as if coming out of a reverie.

“Yea, ok. He's right on the corner. Hurry up!” With one last glance at Mark's glans Marilyn turned and walked swiftly to the cab where her boyfriend Glen was waiting. Glen, who'd had more drinks than any of them, had been carrying on drunkenly with the cabbie and was completely unaware of what Marilyn had just seen.

Mark finally finished up, frantically stuffing his penis back into his pants, and joined the other two in the cab, Marilyn sitting between the two boys.

“So, back to our place?” Glen ventured.

“Umm. What time is it?” Mark was debating whether he really wanted to continue partying or enjoy the warmth of his bed on this frigid night.

“Oh, just come back with us- we have a ton of food and drinks. And we have a ton of weed!” Marilyn urged, knowing that the prospect of marijuana would prove too strong an enticement for Mark to pass up.

“Ok! Let's do it!" Mark was feeling rejuvenated by the knowledge he would soon have a fat joint in his hand as Marilyn gave the cab driver their address.

The back of the cab was dark, save for a television monitor built into the back of the passenger seat that played commercials and local news on a loop. The three friends were quiet, watching out their windows as they drove through midnight in Brooklyn.

Bzzzzzzz. Mark felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that Marilyn had texted him. He turned, confused, to look at his friends. Glen had fallen asleep with his head against the window while Marilyn had seemingly done the same, her head resting on her boyfriend's shoulder. It was too dark to see if her eyes were open and he didn't feel like trying to find out. Instead he clicked on the message fully expecting to delete whatever gibberish had been sent by Marilyn's butt dial.

“I want your cock.”

Mark stared in disbelief at the small bright screen. After a minute he turned to look at the couple again but nothing had changed. They were still snuggling together and somehow able to seem far away on the other side of the mid-size sedan. Mark didn't know what else to do besides delete and ignore it. If it was a joke he didn't feel like playing along.

Bzzzzzzzz. Mark looked at his phone that he hadn't yet returned to his pocket. Another text from Marilyn.

“I've never seen a dong so big. And it was so floppy!”

Mark turned his head quickly expecting to find Marilyn and Glen laughing at him. Nothing had changed though as the couple still looked sound asleep. Mark leaned forward to see if he could glimpse their hands. By the light of the passing streetlamps he saw both of Glen's hands resting on his thighs. Marilyn's hands, however, seemed to be shoved deep into the pockets of her heavy down coat as she nestled with Glen.

“What the fuck?” thought Mark. “This is weird.”

As he looked out the cab window trying to make sense of the crude texts he heard a quiet rustling sound. A few seconds later he realized the sound had been Marilyn's hand emerging from her nylon pocket as he felt her walk her fingers across his thigh. Mark turned to look and see, again, if this was all a joke being played on him by his friends. What he saw was funny but certainly no joke: Marilyn, still pretending to be asleep with her head resting on her lover while she extended her left arm, trying to reach Mark's fly.

 

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Mark had always had a little crush on Marilyn. Glen, Marilyn and Mark had all gone to the same liberal arts college. Glen and Marilyn were freshmen when Mark was a sophomore. None of them had known each other before that point. Mark could remember seeing Marilyn with her girlfriends at various parties on campus and thinking she was cute for a frosh. It was at this time however that he was trying to find his way out of a messy relationship with a girl he'd been dating since his freshman year and so he never took the time to flirt with her.

Mark met Glen when Glen joined the frisbee team but initially they didn't get along. Mark was a little put off by Glen's cockiness and didn't make any attempt to get to know him. By chance they had a mutual friend, Jack, who convinced Mark that Glen was actually a good guy. Once Mark let his guard down it didn't take long for he and Glen to become fast friends. Mark started hanging out with Jack and Glen and, consequently, their girlfriends more often. He finally got the chance to get to know Marilyn, the girl he'd looked at fondly from afar, as well as Jack's new girlfriend, Marilyn's roommate, Cara.

Now he, Glen and Marilyn were 'grown-ups' living in Brooklyn together while Jack and Cara had moved to Austin, Texas. Glen was pursuing a career as a computer technician, Marilyn a career in urban planning. Mark was having a rougher time of it, unsure exactly what interested him and working whatever menial jobs he could get to make ends meet. Sometimes it got him down but right at this moment he could have cared less.

Marilyn's hand had found Mark's pants zipper and was slowly pulling it down. Mark's conscience was telling him to stop this at once. It was telling him it was inappropriate and unfair to his good friend Glen but the drinks in his body were reminding him how horny he was and his libido was saying who gives a shit? This feels too damn good and I've basically wanted this to happen since I first set eyes on this girl. He wondered what all this meant about him as a person and his supposed 'friendship' with Glen. He knew what could happen would be awful of him but he didn't have a strong inclination to stop it.

Marilyn's hand had now disappeared through his fly in a desperate attempt to find the hidden treasure. Even so, because her head was turned and her eyes were closed and she couldn't see what she was doing, she was having trouble locating his member. Mark chuckled to himself as he watched her fumble around in his pants, enjoying the slight power trip. Eventually he grabbed her wrist lightly and guided her fingers to his cock which, surprisingly, was still soft. One squeeze, two squeeze. Her hand seemed astonished at what it was grasping: a thick, long, warm fleshy slug.

Mark wasn't entirely sure why he was so attracted to Marilyn. She wasn't what he considered 'hot' but she was definitely pretty. She was 26 years old, 5'6'' in height with dark brown hair that she typically kept in a ponytail. She had green eyes, a thin face, a small nose, fair skin. Her cutest attribute was probably her plentiful freckles that dappled the bridge of her nose and forehead. She was a yoga fanatic which helped her keep a thin and lean figure. She had small breasts and a cute little butt. She wasn't curvy, which was what Mark was normally attracted to, but she was intelligent, had a nice smile, nice teeth, great legs, and a warm personality. For whatever reason Mark had always wanted to fuck her.

Marilyn had also had confusing feelings for Mark. It wasn't that she outright wanted to have sex with him but after getting to know him as a friend she had become attracted to him. He was smart, funny, humble, and kind of sexy. He could even be considered handsome at times- he had green eyes, a short beard and curly brown hair that he kept cut close to his head. He was 5’10’’ and an athletic build. He stayed in pretty good shape because of the sports he played but he wasn’t a health freak. For the most part he was overlooked by the girls at school if not for his unconventional and ordinary looks then his self-deprecating, slightly self-conscious demeanor. He was a quiet guy with a deep voice.

The one certain advantage that had garnered more attention from females than anything else was the size of his penis. It wasn't monstrous but it was definitely very big. It was very big and it was very thick. From soft to hard it was visually one of the most aesthetically pleasing cocks most girls would ever encounter. When flaccid it easily hung down 7 inches and had a running girth of 6 inches. He was circumcised and his head was plump, matching the thickness of the rest of his schlong. When erect his cock neared 8 and a half inches and his girth 6.5 inches. His balls were the size of large chicken eggs, jostling in a scrotum that was continuously itching to release a virile stream of semen.

At 27 Mark had only been with a few girls, most of them 3 month long relationships that puttered out when he realized he wasn't actually friends with any of them. He had had a couple of random hookups here and there but his sexual exploits would certainly not be considered prolific. Only 7 girls had actually seen his penis and of those only 4 had seen it more than once. Nonetheless they were a content bunch and they loved spilling the beans to their friends about why they were wearing grins from ear to ear after spending a night with their Casanova. It wasn't just his size that thrilled them either; Mark had learned early on that the best sex was when it was the best sex for all parties involved. He had a knack for foreplay and never took his god-given package for granted. He knew that even more important were seduction, passion, tension, playfulness- basically all the stuff that makes sex fun. For such a self-effacing guy Mark was, in the mind of every girl he had been with, the best sex that they had ever had. The fact that he operated with a tool of such generous proportions was a wonderful footnote that drove them mad with lust. And when it came time to gossip with their friends the fact that he was as well-endowed as Harvard University raised temperatures and eyebrows around the table. Word got around but Mark was never teased about it or had the information flaunted in his face. There were a few females who, when they heard the news, overtly flirted with him hoping to experience the beast. But Mark typically found them ditzy or too over-zealous and uninterested in having even a normal conversation. Not that Mark didn't like to get wild and kinky at times. Those encounters, though, he typically reserved for girls who were more sophisticated, who could engage in a stimulating tete-a-tete that ultimately led to frantic lovemaking. Superior intellect happened to be a major turn on for him. This was partly because he thoroughly enjoyed getting to know these certain enlightened females and partly because he enjoyed feeling inferior to them.

Marilyn perhaps didn't fit that particular bill but certainly wasn't dumb and she too had heard whispers of Mark's fat dork. In fact, she had been intrigued by the prospect of his big dong since their friend Cara had told her about the night she had seen it.

 

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Cara and Marilyn had been freshmen roommates and became close early on. Marilyn met Glen who started bringing his friend Jack along so that Cara wouldn't have to be third wheel. Ultimately Marilyn and Glen and Cara and Jack became two romantic couples and a quartet of friends. Jack, who was on the frisbee team and also a year older, was a close friend of Mark's, and wanted Mark to join their group. Soon they had formed a nice little social circle of educated, fun-loving kids.

Over time Cara, like Marilyn, had developed affectionate feelings toward Mark. He could always make her laugh with his clever wit and quick smile. When she would see him, melancholy expression on his face because he didn't know how to break up with someone or had just been broken up with, she couldn't help but empathize and want to cheer him up. On the rare occasions that they were together, just the two of them, talking and hanging out he was eloquent and charming. She enjoyed his down-to-earth perspective on things and dismissive attitude towards machismo and jock culture that pervaded so much of their school's campus. When they were with the group her boyfriend Jack, who was similarly fond of his good friend, or Glen would often talk admiringly about Mark's exploits on the frisbee field. If he was present Mark would usually respond with a demure smile or chuckle or maybe an awkward segue to some other topic, an obvious attempt to get out of the spotlight. But it was true; he was a natural athlete. For someone who was actually really good at his sport she found his lack of bravado refreshing.

After a year and a half of knowing all these wonderful people and forming this incredibly tight-knit group it all started to feel like her own little untraditional family away from home. If Jack was her partner, then Marilyn was her sister, Glen and Mark her brothers. That all changed the night Cara caught a glimpse of the meat that resided between Mark's legs.

It was the end of the second semester of Cara's sophomore year. Their little gang of friends had known each other now for over a year. Final exams had just ended and it was time to party.

The five friends had decided to start the celebration early on a Saturday. Once Jack finished his 9:00 AM economics exam that morning the crew decided to all meet up two hours later at 11:00. They all lived in the same dormitory but on different floors- their first destination was Mark's room. He figured since he was the fifth wheel this time around he would play host. As preparation he and Glen passed through the local liquor store and grabbed a couple cases of beer, whiskey, tequila and Combier. After that they hit the grocery store to get ingredients for margaritas and some simple snacks.

Spring had sprung but today happened to be one of the cooler days of the season, a last reminder of the harsh winter they had endured. Fleeces could be seen all over campus as Mark and Glen drove back to their dorm. Marilyn and Cara entered Mark’s room wearing warm pajamas, the ultimate benefit of not having to step foot outdoors. Glen stayed as he was while Mark opted to lounge in his long underwear. By the time Jack arrived, racked by mental exhaustion, the drinks had started flowing and the joyful sounds of conversation and mariachi music filled the room. Jack smiled for the rest of the night.

The five friends were having a great time telling stories, laughing about silly moments of the past year, and dancing goofily with one another. After a couple hours Glen and Marilyn went off somewhere, presumably because they were drunk and horny. Jack, Cara and Mark were still in Mark's room, Jack sitting at Mark's desktop and trying to pick out a fun playlist for the rest of the night. Mark and Cara were still dancing. Mark had left his window open for fresh air and to cool down the small space but it became quite chilly. One had to climb onto the bed in order to get to this window which would have been easier had Mark's bed not been on risers to make more storage space in the dorm room. Mark drunkenly sprawled over his bed trying to reach the pane, his back now to Cara and the rest of the room. It was at this moment that Cara saw the holes in Mark's long underwear, a well-worn pair that were a hand-me-down from his father. There were maybe three or four small holes, probably made my moths, in various spots on the thighs and calves. The hole that had Cara's attention was approximately the size of a potato and it was located right in the crotch. Bulging out of the hole was what could only be described as a lot of flesh. Cara, wanting to distinguish what exactly she was seeing, stepped forward a little, keeping one eye on the back of Jack's head as he perused Mark's music library. If he turned around in the next ten seconds she would either have to make a joke of it or pretend she didn't see a thing, but Cara HAD to see what this mammoth pink thing was before her. She got just a little nearer before her breath caught in her throat. Mark's penis lay upside-down and squashed beneath a testicle as Mark continued to grasp weakly at the window from his stomach, laughing the whole time at his predicament and supremely unconscious of the free show he was giving. To Cara it was definitely one of if not THE largest penis she had ever seen, and he was still soft. It looked like a large peach-colored bratwurst! Being that both Mark and Jack were oblivious to Cara's staring, she took a moment to appreciate the tingle she was feeling between her legs. It wasn't often that Cara got hot just from looking at a man's private parts. Cara was riveted by this squishy entity, pulsing with blood and alcohol, so thick and smooth. It looked almost like a perfect cylinder but Cara thought it looked like it got thicker towards the base but whatever remained inside Mark's longjohns was submerged in shadowy darkness. Cara became titillated as she felt herself wondering what this massive gyro of man-meat would look like in it's fully erect state. She took another step forward entranced by Mark's thick dick, jiggling with Mark's drunken attempts to close the window without gaining any leverage. She so wanted to see the whole thing in all its glory, she wanted to pet and stroke it and measure it, she wanted to take her picture with it, she wanted to reach her hand out right now and....

 

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“Oh shit Cara! This is our jam!”

Cara was jolted out of her trance by Jack saying her name. She quickly gathered herself- Mark was still fidgeting with the window and with a quick glance she knew that Jack had spoken to her without shifting his gaze from the computer screen.

“I haven't heard this in so long!” Cara said with as much false enthusiasm as she could muster.

“You should see if they're on tour and have any shows coming up- it would be so great to see them live.”

“Good idea! Let’s seeeee.”

Cara had deliberately created a diversion to keep Jack's attention on the computer screen.

“What is wrong with me?” she thought to herself. For just a moment she considered forgetting all about what she had seen when Mark got her attention for good. He had decided to muster whatever energy he had left in his intoxicated body to bring his legs up on to his bed so that he could actually press down on the stubborn window pane. Now on all fours on his bed his ponderous junk hung entirely out of the pants' hole. The erratically swaying tubesteak now looked like a broken clock pendulum...but with large testicles also hanging in front of it.

“Good god.” thought Cara, “I need to get out of here.”

Just as she was about to tear herself away from the magnificently plump man-popsicle, she decided to obtain a little reminder and snapped a picture on her phone of Mark’s hanging genitals, making sure first that neither Jack or Mark saw what she was doing. She took a couple, ‘just in case’ she told herself, and got as close as she possibly could for the best quality photo.

Satisfied with her picture she went to Jack, kissed him on the cheek, told him she was going to use the bathroom, and left to go masturbate to her new photographs.

Cara made like she was going to the bathroom but then did an about-face and went straight into her and Marilyn’s room to relieve her pent-up sexual urges. She pulled up her recently taken photo and propped her phone on her bedside table. It still looked unreal on her small and ever-so-slightly pixelated screen. She stared at the homemade porn and started fingering herself slowly and then at a quicker and quicker pace, imagining Mark’s fat, throbbing cock hanging in front of her face, just waiting for her to attempt to get her lips around the beefy knobhead. Mark, smiling sweetly, was telling her to bite into it, lick it from top to bottom, try to wrap her fingers around his engorged phallus. Now she was lying prone on his bed as he rubbed lubricant along her already wet mound, her eyes still affixed on her prize. ‘Slap it’ she said to him in her daydream. ‘Slap it hard,’ and Mark proceeded to smack his hard rod against her vagina and abdomen resulting in heavy, moist thwacks. In her fantasy she felt she might come without any penetration. ‘Ok, now fuck me.’ she says breathily, barely able to get the words out. By the time Cara had begun imagining the feeling of Mark’s cocked pressed against her labia she was in ecstasy on her twin dorm bed, writhing around like a maniac. Her eyes had been closed and when she opened them again to see the photo of Mark’s human elephant trunk still propped on her side-table it sent her over the edge, resulting in a loud and frenzied climax.

 

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When Cara returned to Mark’s room Glen and Marilyn had returned and the four friends were getting ready to head out to their next destination.

“Hey Cara! Where have you been? We’re going to go build a fire in the woods!” Marilyn looked excited, as did the rest of the group, and they were stuffing their booze and snacks into their backpacks, along with some blankets and a bunch of pre-rolled joints.

“You look like you already smoked,” said Mark who had thrown a pair of slacks on over his long underwear.

“Hehe. I wish!” Cara said unconvincingly. She couldn’t keep her eyes from darting toward Mark’s groin hoping to see an outline of the Loch PeNess Monster. Unfortunately his pants were too loose to afford any good views. Cara secretly rejoiced to herself, knowing she had a picture that would give her pleasure for some time to come.

The rest of the night was a haze of pot-smoke and drunken shenanigans; no more unsolicited views of anyone’s private parts, just the five friends having a fun time together singing, making s’mores, and doing poor impressions of teachers and other students. It was especially nice because it took Cara’s mind off of Mark’s behemoth and allowed her to be affectionate with Jack. Eventually it was late enough into the night that Mark was the only one still drinking, the others too sleepy to keep up. The gang rounded up all their stuff, put out their fire, and made their way back to the dormitory.

The next day everyone awoke with terrible hangovers and after conferring with one another by phone they met and walked, zombie-like but happy, to the cafeteria for a greasy antidote. When the meal was over they all split off, Mark to his room to sleep some more, Glen and Jack to watch a football game on TV, and Cara and Marilyn to their room.

The two girls closed their door and fell onto their respective beds, emitting ‘aaahs’ as they felt their cool duvets envelope their aching bodies.

’Hey Cara?’ came Marilyn’s small voice from her bed.

‘You were acting a little weird there for a second last night…is everything ok?’

Cara was surprised that Marilyn had noticed anything; she didn’t think anyone was aware of her disappointment that Mark had put pants on! It wasn’t such an anomaly however- Marilyn was her best friend and could always tell when something was off with Cara.



Cara wanted nothing more than to tell Marilyn what she had seen the night before but she didn’t know how Marilyn would react. She decided to bring it up as a sort of joke.

‘Yea, everything’s great! It’s just…I saw something last night.” Cara added a little giggle at the end of her sentence to make it seem sillier. In truth she was getting turned on just thinking about it!

‘What do you mean? What did you see?” Both Marilyn and Cara were still laying flat on their backs, arms spread out, talking to the ceiling.

‘I saw…well, I saw something I shouldn’t have.’ Another giggle. Now Marilyn had propped herself up on her elbow, facing Cara on her bed.

‘What! What did you see?!’ Marilyn was giggling a little now too; she had no idea what Cara might have seen but she assumed it was something…naughty.

 

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‘I saw someone’s penis. He didn’t know I could see it. It wasn’t Jack.’

‘Well obviously! Who was it? Wait…was it Max?!’ Marilyn excitedly asked, referring to a cute lacrosse boy that lived down the hall. Max was always walking to and from the showers in his towel, showing off his toned body.

‘No. Not Max. But close!’ Cara said, smiling to herself.

‘You saw Brian’s?!’ Marilyn anticipated, now imagining Max’s roommate Brian’s penis.

‘No no no. Not close in proximity. The name you guessed was close.’

Marilyn began muttering ‘Max’ to herself as she looked intently at her duvet cover.

‘Max. Max. Ma… oh my gosh! You saw Mark’s penis?!!’ Marilyn almost yelled this across the room.

Cara began nodding her head up and down, a big smile on her face.

‘Oh my god. Seriously? When did you see it? Where did you see it?’ Cara had Marilyn’s rapt attention.

Cara propped herself up on her elbow and faced Cara.

‘Last night in his room when you and Glen left. You missed it.”

“So did he just whip it out and show it to you? What happened?” Marilyn was feeling slight, strange pangs of jealousy.

“He was reaching to close the window in his room and it was just hanging out of this big hole in his under..pants. Underwear…whatever those things are called.”

“And he didn’t catch you looking?” Marilyn asked, astonished.

“Nope!”

“Wow…so…I mean…what did it look like? I mean, did you actually see all of it?” Marilyn surprised herself by how horny this story was making her.

“Oh yeah I saw all of it! He had no idea it had fallen out. It was like right in my face- it was really kinda gross!” Cara lied. She was keeping her poker hand close to her vest just to see how things would play out.

“So what did it look like?” Marilyn asked again excitedly.

Cara smiled.

“It was big. Really big.”

Marilyn’s eyes widened as she tried to grasp what her friend was telling her.

“Like what do you mean? How big?” She didn’t know even know what she was asking.

“The thing was huge! It was like…I don’t even know what to compare it to. It was just really big. Really thick.”

Marilyn could feel her panties moistening against her salivating womanhood.

“Like as big as…as big as..like how many inches would you say it was?” Marilyn didn’t know what she would even do with this information.

“Mare! I don’t know! It was just really big. It was like…it was probably the size of a banana. A big healthy banana.” Cara laughed as she created this simile out of midair.

Marilyn laughed too.

“Oh my god! And he was..soft?” Marilyn hadn’t used these words in this context in a long time, if ever.

“Yea, it was like a big, soft, floppy banana.” Cara was laughing uncontrollably now. Marilyn started having a laughing fit as well. After a minute the two girls caught their breath and wiped the tears from their eyes.

“I wish you had taken a picture- I would have wanted to see that!” Marilyn said, half joking. Cara was on her side, pondering whether or not she should tell Marilyn the truth.

 

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“Wait..you did take a picture, didn’t you?!” Cara looked up suddenly, surprised again that Marilyn was so adept at reading her.

“Geez, whattaya work with the CIA or something?” Cara was perturbed that she was so transparent and unhappy that she had lost the control over the situation she had had just a few minutes ago.

“OH. MY. GOD. Cara! You little horn-dog! You have to show me!”

Cara didn’t feel like pretending any more. She found the picture on her phone, making sure to hide the multiples so she didn’t seem like a complete pervert, and threw it over to Marilyn.

“Holy shit. Holy shit. That is fucking enormous! Cara!” Marilyn was on the verge of another laughing fit.

“I know. I don’t even know why I took the photo.” Cara said pathetically.

“Probably because you wanted to prove that you had seen Bigfoot.” Marilyn quipped.

“I should probably delete it. I don’t want Jack to ever see that.” Cara was now feeling ashamed and was beginning to regret having shared her story.

“No way! If you’re going to delete it then send it to me first!” Marilyn said, still staring at the small photo.

“You don’t think I’m gross for taking it? I feel bad.”

“Cara, you are not gross. So what if you’re interested in another guy’s junk? OK, so it’s our good friend but I mean…so what? This is like a rare specimen! It’s beautiful!” Marilyn chuckled.

“I…I masturbated to it after I took it.” Cara was laying all her cards on the table.

“Yeah. I don’t blame you Cara. Goddamn, this thing is HUGE! I mean, I love Glen but every-so-often he’ll say something about penis size, trying to gauge how I feel about it, because I think he’s really self-conscious. I honestly don’t care about size but I can’t say anything to make him feel better- he always think’s I’m lying no matter what. And his dick is fine but I mean this…this is another story!”

 

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Cara was starting to feel better listening to Marilyn.

“I know what you mean about those ‘innocent’ remarks about penis size. Jack has done it before too. I don’t know why guys worry so much about it. I mean, whatever Mark has is, well, it looks incredible, but it’s not like I’m a huge size-queen. I’m just curious about it.” As Cara spoke these words she wasn’t actually sure she believed them.

“I don’t know…maybe there’s a little size-queen in all of us. It’s just a nice looking dick!” Cara was trying to talk things out now.

“Yea…I’d fuck him.” Marilyn said bluntly. The two girls’ eyes met and they fell over laughing again.



Marilyn smiled to herself as she remembered the laughs she and Cara had that day. She was also smiling to herself because she had finally seen it for herself and currently had her hand in Mark’s lap, squeezing the object of her desire through his pants zipper. God it felt massive. She felt bad that she was doing this to another man while Glen was next to her but it also turned her on a little.



Since moving in together she felt at odds with Glen a lot of the time. He would still bring up penis size in bed, referring to celebrity dick pics that had been posted on the internet, intentionally or otherwise, and ask her what she thought. She didn’t understand this kind of weird emotional masochism- she didn’t want anything to do with it and the self-conscious aspect of it was unattractive. She would never say anything to compare his size to another man; it just seemed rude and unnecessary. However, and maybe this was something of a defense mechanism, when she refused to comment Glen would make comments about how he liked large breasts and bring up names of girls they had known in college that he thought had the best racks. Marilyn was small-chested and ended up feeling hurt and angry. Once in a while she would look in his browser history and find porno videos starring buxom women. She had begun feeling bad about herself and did not enjoy their sex in general. They had been living together for a year and she had begun regretting this major step in their relationship. Whether it had been too soon or just ill-advised, it had begun to dampen the flame that she had felt with Glen when they first met in college. Now, whenever she would get a coffee or go out to lunch she would find herself checking out other guys in line or flirting with a cashier, things she hadn’t done in such a long time that they felt new.

 

[johnnyunitas]

She had also begun having sexual dreams, usually with Pat as the lead male role. It had been years since that day when Cara showed her the picture of Pat’s penis but it was a little nugget of secret knowledge that affected how she talked and acted toward Pat when he was around and had now begun to commandeer her dreams. When the three friends would hang out Marilyn would be liberal in her contact with Pat, touching his arms when he’d tell a joke, rubbing his neck when he’d complain about soreness from work. She was careful not to be overly sensual, she didn’t want to make Glen feel jealous. It really just came down to Marilyn wanting to touch another man, almost as if testosterone were a magnetizing force. It just so happened that the man she wanted to touch had the equivalent of a PBR tallboy stuffed into his briefs. Luckily for Marilyn Glen was unenlightened as to the heat Pat was packing below his belt and frankly did not see him as any sort of threat. Typically if the three of them went to get a drink at a bar Glen’s attention would be drawn completely to whatever sports show or match was on TV and not towards Marilyn’s proximity to Pat, her hands lightly brushing his knee or thigh or arm. No matter where they went together, whatever the circumstances, Marilyn ALWAYS tried to inconspicuously check for a bulge. It wasn’t constantly on her mind but it was something she was at least momentarily cognizant of when they spent any time together. In fact Pat’s pants were able to hide his protuberance so well that occasionally Marilyn would try to think up activities that would require him to wear spandex or a bathing suit, simply wanting to glimpse an outline of his fat weiner and feed her fantasy. It had become so futile that she had started to consider watching porn. She had heard there were specific ‘big dick’ porn categories, and it intrigued her, but Marilyn knew that if Glen ever found out it would crush him.

 

[Cuckfootboy]

This is a fun story. Is it based in truth? I ask because you accidentally changed the name from mark to pat in the last post.

 

[thepenismightier_]

Good story. I also noticed the name swap toward the end.

 

[johnnyunitas]

Geez, you guys caught me. What a rookie mistake! I will rectify in the future.

Is the story too boring? I haven't Gotten much feedback...

Thanks for your posts!

 

[thepenismightier_]

There's a lot of backstory to go over, but it's exciting in its own right. It's not boring. The lack of feedback has more to do with the sexual orientation of the characters. Ha.

 

[thepenismightier_]

I'm looking forward to the next installments!

 

[sportfan5x5]

Its awesome, keep going.

 

[justright87]

great story man! Definitely hoping you keep going!

 

[joemontague2001]

Based on the name, I feel like it's headed towards a scene where everybody knows Mark's hung but nobody mentions it.

Until somebody does. Then, size contest! And maybe an orgy.

 

[johnnyunitas]

She had also begun having sexual dreams, usually with Mark as the lead male role. It had been years since that day when Cara showed her the picture of Mark’s penis but it was a little nugget of secret knowledge that affected how she talked and acted toward Mark when he was around and had now begun to commandeer her dreams. When the three friends would hang out Marilyn would be liberal in her contact with Mark, touching his arms when he’d tell a joke, rubbing his neck when he’d complain about soreness from work. She was careful not to be overly sensual, she didn’t want to make Glen feel jealous. It really just came down to Marilyn wanting to touch another man, almost as if testosterone were a magnetizing force. It just so happened that the man she wanted to touch had the equivalent of a PBR tallboy stuffed into his briefs. Luckily for Marilyn Glen was unenlightened as to the heat Mark was packing below his belt and frankly did not see him as any sort of threat. Typically if the three of them went to get a drink at a bar Glen’s attention would be drawn completely to whatever sports show or match was on TV and not towards Marilyn’s proximity to Mark, her hands lightly brushing his knee or thigh or arm. No matter where they went together, whatever the circumstances, Marilyn ALWAYS tried to inconspicuously check for a bulge. It wasn’t constantly on her mind but it was something she was at least momentarily cognizant of when they spent any time together. In fact Mark’s pants were able to hide his protuberance so well that occasionally Marilyn would try to think up activities that would require him to wear spandex or a bathing suit, simply wanting to glimpse an outline of his fat weiner and feed her fantasy. It had become so futile that she had started to consider watching porn. She had heard there were specific ‘big dick’ porn categories, and it intrigued her, but Marilyn knew that if Glen ever found out it would crush him.



Mark had some idea of the troubles occurring in Glen and Marilyn’s relationship. Almost every time they hung out together penis size would come up in their conversation. Glen would usually attempt to bring it up casually during sports talk and mention some athletes who had had their nude photos leaked. He would get worked up about it and try to get Mark’s opinion but Mark never wanted to indulge what he could tell was some sort of fantasy of Glen’s. The sad part was when Marilyn would try to appease Glen saying things like, “I’m sure they’re not as big as the pictures make them look,” or, “I wouldn’t want anything that big near me.” Of course it never worked- Glen was obsessed. Mark had also noticed when Glen would bring up breast size in conversation when Marilyn was around. When it was just Mark and Glen it was fine; they would have ‘guy talk’ and it was obvious Glen was a fan of big boobs. It was awkward, however, when Glen would bring up the subject around Marilyn. It was almost like he was shoving it in her face and Mark felt bad for her. He was usually able to change the subject fairly quickly but the awkwardness was already there and he could see Marilyn was unhappy. Sometimes he would ask Glen how things were going but Glen was convinced they were doing great; he seemed a little delusional as to the emotional damage he was inflicting on his girlfriend. Mark was afraid of overstepping his bounds by getting too involved in their relationship, either talking with Glen or Marilyn about it, so he usually would just cut back the time he spent with them.



Tonight was the first night Mark had seen the two of them in a couple of weeks and Marilyn had had Mark’s cock on her mind for the majority of that time. Now she had his enormous schlong wobbling in her hand and she knew she would have to have it tonight. Her panties were drenched by the time they arrived at their Williamsburg apartment. She let go of Mark’s snake and woke up Glen to pay for the cab. The three of them made their way inside.



“Let’s have some drinks!” said Glen upon entering and proceeded to grab a bottle of whiskey and some beers. Mark was trying to meet Marilyn’s eyes and see what exactly her plan was but she busied herself getting glasses and rolling up a joint. Once they had all sat down in the living room, smoking and drinking, Marilyn was still avoiding Mark’s gaze; Mark chalked it up to a drunken semi-handjob. “Oh well- it felt good while it lasted!” he thought.



As the three of them got more and more inebriated Glen was getting more and more raunchy. Marilyn was trying to appease him as usual but for whatever reason Glen seemed interested in Mark’s take on penis size. He was soon talking about celebrity endowments, bringing up Colin Farrell and Michael Fassbender.

“Who knows if these videos are real. Can any guy actually be that large?” Glen was fishing for a response, directing his question toward Mark who up until that point had successfully evaded answering questions about manhood.

“Hehe. Yeah, I hear what you’re saying man. Probably not- the camera adds ten pounds right?”

Glen’s eyes brightened, “Exactly! But I mean, they still look pretty big. Have you ever seen one in real life that big?” Glen had been wanting to have this conversation with another guy for some time but had never felt comfortable bringing it up. Now that he was drunk and stoned his inhibitions had slipped away and he was positing questions that were starting to feel inappropriate.

“Nah man. I don’t think so. So are you guys planning any vacation this summer?” Mark attempted to deflect the question and change the subject.

“I heard that Steve from Oregon was hung like a horse.” Glen wasn’t giving up that easy.

“Who?”

“Steve…you know, the pothead environmentalist. Jack’s friend. I heard Jack found him drunk one night, naked on his bed, and his dick was huge!” Glen exclaimed.

“Huh. Well whaddaya know! It will probably be cool to go back to campus for the 5 year reunion, right? See some old friends?” Mark tried again to switch subjects.

“Yea probably. Did you know anyone at school that was well-hung?” Glen was like a dog with a bone.

“I don’t know man. Let’s talk about something else.” Mark had finally gotten tired of this weird self-conscious shit. Marilyn had been quiet most of the time and Mark could tell she was uncomfortable.

“What? You can’t talk about size? Are you embarrassed or something? It’s okay if you have a small dick Mark.” Glen laughed at his own joke, still trying to bait Mark into continuing their inappropriate conversation.

“Dude…just drop it. Let’s just smoke another joint how ‘bout?” Mark ventured patiently.

“C’mon. I’m asking pretty innocent questions. Plus we’re all friends, we can talk about this stuff! How big are you?” Glen finally got to his point.

“I think maybe I should leave. Thanks for the everything guys.” Mark wanted to get out of there before it got worse.

“Mark has a small dick I guess.” Glen said to Marilyn, who was keeping her eyes on the ground, “it’s okay man, not all guys can be so lucky.”

“Hehe. Yeah whatever Glen. I’ll talk to you guys later.” Mark started to stand up but Glen put his hand on his wrist to keep him from leaving. It wasn’t extremely aggressive but Glen had a gleam in his eye.

“How about this. If you show us your dick, I’ll give you all the weed we have left. We have another ounce.” Glen had a smile on his face that would normally have been charming but now seemed creepy.

Mark felt weird about the whole thing but he also really really liked weed. He wondered to himself if he would feel cheap if he just flashed them his dick for some chronic. He looked to Marilyn who now seemed intrigued, looking hopefully at Mark. Mark had an idea.

“Why don’t we all get naked?” Mark wanted to keep the conversation from getting too heady and plus, they were all fucked up so why not have some fun?

“I will if you guys do!” Marilyn chirped from her seat on the sofa. Glen seemed taken aback a little. It was almost as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten to this point. He hadn’t meant to accost Mark like he had and this everyone-get-naked seemed like a good way to bring things back down to earth.

Glen threw off his shirt and started unbuckling his belt. Mark and Marilyn followed suit.

 

[millionman]

I really like this story, and at some point I could feel bad for Glen but not tonight. He's going to get what he doesn't even realize he's asking for to this point. Great read! Keep posting!