- Donk,
O.K., here goes nothing. My first attempt at a fictitious story aimed at this forum. I'm planning on posting this in two parts if there is interest. So, here is Part I. And if anyone likes it, I'll write and post Part II.
"Jeff and Mutt", Part I
Back up, bud. I didnt quite catch that.
I said I need you to let Jenna fondle and suck your dick tonight, Rob repeated.
Thats what I thought you said, I replied. I still need a little more explanation here. Help me out.
I was entitled to be confused. Rob was my best friend in the world. And Jenna, as ofrecently, was his hot and heavy girlfriend. And, for some reason, Rob wanted me to let his girlfriend pleasure my dick.
That would have been a weird enough request between any two friends. But it was even stranger coming from Rob to me because of the unique role our penises have played in our relationship with each other. Basically, my dick is much bigger than Robs, and that has always been the only source of real friction in our friendship.
Rob and I first became fast friends when we were in the same pledge class for our college fraternity. The other guys soon were calling us Mutt and Jeff, because Robs about 64 and Im only 55. Other than both being pretty muscular, we are physical opposites in other ways besides heightRobs blond and blue-eyed, me, brown hair and eyes. But if we do say so ourselves, the ladies tend to find both of us attractive in our own ways.
The first real rough spot in our friendship came about with a fraternity ritual known as The Gallery of Manhood. As you may be aware, some fraternities have various rituals for pledges involving comparing penis sizes. Our house had a variation that it considered less gay than direct comparisons. Instead of just whipping them out beside each other, each pledge was required to create a plaster cast of his erect dick. The casts were lined up, standing side by side, on a long shelf in a secret room by the chapter president. Then, one night, the gallery was unveiled so all could see how the pledges stacked up against each other.
Unsurprisingly, my 11-inch cast towered over all the other specimens. (Turns out it also broke the previous all-time record, though by less than 2.) It looked especially huge compared to the skinny 5-inch specimen that had the bad luck to be right next to it. That one turned out to be Robs. Robs dick wasnt the very smallest one on the shelf, though it was close. And I later learned that Rob was especially sensitive about his size because he felt it looked ridiculously small on his big, jock body.
Once everyone became aware that the champion 11-incher belonged to me and the neighboring 5-incher was Robs, one of the brothers quipped, Hey, wasnt Mutt the big one in the comic? We need to switch their names. From then on, Rob and I became Jeff and Mutt instead of vice versa.
Rob and I remained best friends, doing everything together. Well, almost everything. We shared a bedroom in the fraternity house the next year, and once we each brought a girl up to the room intending to have sex. We saw no problem with two couples having sex in the same room at the same time, until both girls got a look at our dicks. They were shocked and amused not just at my size (which I was used to) but by the comparison between the little guy with the big dick and the big guy with the little one. The whole thing was too much for Robs ego, and we have gone our separate ways romantically ever since. We just did everything else together except dealing with girls.
But now, fast forward to a few years after college, and now here was my best budwho was so sensitive about my big dickasking me to let his new girlfriend play with it. Huh?
(To be continued.)
"Jeff and Mutt", Part I
Back up, bud. I didnt quite catch that.
I said I need you to let Jenna fondle and suck your dick tonight, Rob repeated.
Thats what I thought you said, I replied. I still need a little more explanation here. Help me out.
I was entitled to be confused. Rob was my best friend in the world. And Jenna, as ofrecently, was his hot and heavy girlfriend. And, for some reason, Rob wanted me to let his girlfriend pleasure my dick.
That would have been a weird enough request between any two friends. But it was even stranger coming from Rob to me because of the unique role our penises have played in our relationship with each other. Basically, my dick is much bigger than Robs, and that has always been the only source of real friction in our friendship.
Rob and I first became fast friends when we were in the same pledge class for our college fraternity. The other guys soon were calling us Mutt and Jeff, because Robs about 64 and Im only 55. Other than both being pretty muscular, we are physical opposites in other ways besides heightRobs blond and blue-eyed, me, brown hair and eyes. But if we do say so ourselves, the ladies tend to find both of us attractive in our own ways.
The first real rough spot in our friendship came about with a fraternity ritual known as The Gallery of Manhood. As you may be aware, some fraternities have various rituals for pledges involving comparing penis sizes. Our house had a variation that it considered less gay than direct comparisons. Instead of just whipping them out beside each other, each pledge was required to create a plaster cast of his erect dick. The casts were lined up, standing side by side, on a long shelf in a secret room by the chapter president. Then, one night, the gallery was unveiled so all could see how the pledges stacked up against each other.
Unsurprisingly, my 11-inch cast towered over all the other specimens. (Turns out it also broke the previous all-time record, though by less than 2.) It looked especially huge compared to the skinny 5-inch specimen that had the bad luck to be right next to it. That one turned out to be Robs. Robs dick wasnt the very smallest one on the shelf, though it was close. And I later learned that Rob was especially sensitive about his size because he felt it looked ridiculously small on his big, jock body.
Once everyone became aware that the champion 11-incher belonged to me and the neighboring 5-incher was Robs, one of the brothers quipped, Hey, wasnt Mutt the big one in the comic? We need to switch their names. From then on, Rob and I became Jeff and Mutt instead of vice versa.
Rob and I remained best friends, doing everything together. Well, almost everything. We shared a bedroom in the fraternity house the next year, and once we each brought a girl up to the room intending to have sex. We saw no problem with two couples having sex in the same room at the same time, until both girls got a look at our dicks. They were shocked and amused not just at my size (which I was used to) but by the comparison between the little guy with the big dick and the big guy with the little one. The whole thing was too much for Robs ego, and we have gone our separate ways romantically ever since. We just did everything else together except dealing with girls.
But now, fast forward to a few years after college, and now here was my best budwho was so sensitive about my big dickasking me to let his new girlfriend play with it. Huh?
(To be continued.)
