This is a story about cock size, power, humiliation, and cuckolding involving gay men. It moves slowly. I welcome all feedback. Here are the first two parts: What Caucasians Have Part 1 It was our last day of vacation in Hawaii, and wed had a fantastic time. We were staying at a gay guest house near a black sands nude beach in lush tropical vegetation and were driving into town for a last romantic dinner in our favorite restaurant serving a fusion of Chinese and local food. Tak and I had been together for two years and things were really working well for us. A few minutes after wed sat down, while our orders we being taken, I noticed another gay couple from the guest house walk in. Theyd just arrived that morning and wed made brief introductions but hadnt made much of an effort to get acquainted. Tak and excuse me, I forgot your name said one of them, Mind if we join you? Im Frans and this is my partner Dieter. Tak had a slightly pained look on his face but we graciously gestured for them to pull up chairs. After Frans and Dieter ordered it soon became clear that Frans was the talker of the two. In fact it soon became clear that Frans was someone that never shuts up. Its a wonder that people like him manage to get through life without learning basic social skills. And I couldnt help noticing that Dieter was a lot better looking than Frans and wondered what on earth made their relationship work. Maybe Dieter just loves to listen. There must be enough Dieters out there for the Franses to get by without discovering what bores they are. The usual topic of where we were all from came up. Frans informed us at length about himself and Dieter, and when my turn finally came I opted for a single word, Chicago. Tak was happy to talk with some pride about his native country Japan and the old capital of Kamakura where he grew up. Frans listened for a whole minute then interrupted, Oh Dieter has been to Japan but he didnt like it. He calls it the land of the penny whistles. I was sickened by the rudeness of this remark and the silly stereotyping, but Tak smiled as if he genuinely found it amusing. One of the great things about Tak is his cheerful character. He hardly ever gets offended or upset by annoying people and situations. Did you really say that? I asked Dieter. And just as you find theres one designated speaker when two Jehovahs Witnesses come to the door, it was Frans who answered. He met one or two exceptions. Flutes but not bassoons. It wouldnt matter to me. If I would go to Japan I am sure I would have a very good time. Yes, once those Japanese boys find out what Caucasian men have, they all want to emigrate to Caucasia. Frans seemed to be on a roll now with one crude joke following another. I was surprised to see Tak spontaneously erupting in laughter. I didnt even try to be polite, but wondered how to move the conversation to something more edifying. Does he ever smile? Frans asked Tak, obviously referring to me. We need to explain the joke to Sammy, Frans judged. There is no place as Caucasia. Well, yes there is, I informed him, the region around the Caucasus mountains. You Americans, Frans replied. We all know geography isnt your strong subject. Africa is not a country. Caucasia is not a country. Try to find a Caucasian embassy if you want to emigrate there. Now I was starting to get angry. I never said Africa was a country. No, that was your darling Sarah, your future president. I didnt vote for her, and shell never be president. Dont be so sure, Tak jumped in. And I was glad that he had. Actually, it would be a relief if we could keep the topic on politics. You really think so? I pressed, and mercifully, we stuck with politics, movies, sexiest movie stars, favourite food and other chit chat for the rest of the meal. Taking a break in the bathroom just before we were leaving, it was a huge relief to have two minutes of silence without having to contend with Franss annoying banter. We said some polite good-byes and made our way to the car. On the way back, I quizzed Tak about our experience with the strange couple. Isnt it amazing how those two could be together? Frans never lets Dieter get a word in. How does he put up with it? And Dieter is so much better looking. I wonder what he sees in Frans. Oh, I dont think Dieter is better looking. Youre being too hard on Frans. Hes a great conversationalist. Im sure Dieter appreciates that about him. You call that conversation? He isnt interested in anyone elses views. He just loves mouthing off. Oh come on. You were too serious. We were having fun, not expressing views. At this point I didnt want to get into an argument with Tak and spoil our evening, so decided to put the episode behind me and agree. Yes, I was too serious, sweetheart. Im having fun now. Just the two of us driving back together. And I was looking forward to making out in our room on our final evening. When we got back to the room and opened a couple of beers, Tak came up with the idea of taking them outside to the hot tub beside the pool. Wed used it quite a bit during the day but never thought of hanging out there at night. It might be a bit chilly, honey, without the sun, and we wont be able to see much. No, babe, they have lighting out there and the jacuzzi is heated. We never tried it. It will be fun. Are you sure there are lights out there? Yes. OK then, lets check it out. Part 2 So wearing just towels we went outside to the pool area and found it was indeed lit up for night use, just as Tak had said. The tub was still heated and even had underwater lighting. It was big enough for about six people to sitthree along opposite sides. Obviously designed with gay guys in mind. It was quite a turn on actually, kissing and playing under the water. The perfect hors doeuvre before heading back to our room for the main course. Then just as things were heating up, Frans turns up at the poolside without Dieter, wearing just shorts with a towel around his neck. Beautiful night. The pool and jacuzzi are one of the best things about this place. Mind if I join you? The last thing I needed was him again, spoiling the romantic moment, but not so obvious how to delicately tell him to wait, since the pool was clearly shared among all the guests. But before I can say anything Frans has dropped his shorts by the pool behind me and plopped down into the tub right beside me and opposite Tak. I can see the look of shock on Taks face. Frans turns to me, beer in hand, and the stream of chatter starts up again. Its always interesting to meet new guys here. Dieter and I love to figure people out. We just were talking about you two after dinner. You probably did also about us. Its a nice change of scenery being here in the jacuzzi, a perfect temperature and cloudless night, the stars look different here, . My attention shifted over to Tak and I was surprised to see he still had an erection and didnt seem to realize it as he wasnt making any attempt to conceal it. If Id been hard when someone else turned up Id have tried to hide it, and it would have turned limp pretty quickly. Perhaps Frans wouldnt notice as the ripples in the water distorted visibility quite a bit. I discretely waved my hands under the water to keep it from calming. And with his cock floating anyway, it wasnt obvious whether it was hard or not. Then I noticed Taks stare and followed his eyes to glance over at Frans whose cock looked hard too. Yuck. So he was getting excited by Tak. Angry now, I wanted to get us both out of the tub gracefully. But I couldnt catch Taks eye, and Frans was still yacking away. had another late night drinking until he passed out, but was up the next day as if nothing had happened. Well, I can still , hey, I see it doesnt take much for Tak to get hard. What a horny little boy. Having dirty thoughts? Unlike Samuel here, he says, taking a careful look at my cock. So what does it take for you to get hard, Sammy? Or is it like the smiling? Never happens. Just joking! Still no smile. Actually I bet I knowyoure probably exactly like Dieter. So where is Dieter? I asked, pleased to change the subject. Why didnt he join you out here? Oh, hes in our room waiting--probably playing with his condom collection. He knows I wont be long. This was getting really bizarre. And the thought that I was somehow like Dieter. But at least hes about to leave. Otherwise we should get out ourselves. Then Tak interrupted cheekily with So what does it take to get you hard, Frans? Teasing the guy isnt going to help us get rid of him, I thought. And hadnt Tak noticed he was hard. Its at this point that I look again at Franss cock and see that it probably isnt hard at all but just floating in the water like mine but much bigger looking. I feel jealous and irritated that Frans has seen the difference in size between us. Maybe youll find out, he says, leaning towards Tak. But since were playing the guessing game I wonder if Im right about Sammy. I bet he likes watching you have sex with other guys he says, lightly brushing his hand up Taks thigh. With this, something shoots through me like a bolt of lightning and I stand and swivel round to punch him in the face. But he is quick to react and standing too, catches my fist and somehow twists my arm behind me. Hes stronger than he seemed and I feel his whole body pressing into mine, and a tingling in my cock. Im confused at what is happening, my loss of control and why Im getting aroused. I try to shake him off and aim to get out of the pool while keeping my back to him, but hes laughing and maneuvers me onto my side, gets me off balance, then lets go as I splash down into the water on my back. Rising to the surface and wiping my eyes, I see both Frans and Tak staring at my cock, which is sticking out obtrusively. Relax my friend, says Frans, so the idea is new to you. Just follow the lead of your cock. Tak comes up and holds the back of my head, then gives me one of the deep kisses thats always driven me wild. But my heart is pounding. Whats going on? Does Tak want to mess around with this creep? Why is that disgusting thought turning me on? Then Frans comes over and pulls us gently apart. OK guys I got you both hard, so now its time for you to figure out what does it for me. Were now standing in a circle at the shallow end of the tub, water up to our thighs. I look down at Franss cock which is still limp but probably somewhat expanded in what must be an exciting situation for him. It was bigger than my erect cock, though mine had started to subside now. Id often heard that big cocks dont grow that much when they get hard. Wondering how big it gets? Make a guess. I could tell that Tak was guessing and keen to find out, but he didnt say anything. I was panicking. I bet Tak has had some big ones, havent you, Tak? Whats the biggest one youve had in your mouth or ass? What a nerve asking such a question, I thought. It was none of his business. Though I had wondered myself whether any of Taks previous sex partners had been hung, wed never talked about anything like that. I dont know, said Tak, I didnt measure. I was glad for this tactful response. Oh I think you are a good judge of length without even a measuring stick, Frans insisted. Compared to Sammy, was he 3cm longer, 5cm? Oh Im sorry, we must use inches for Sammy. One inch longer, two inches? Hes not going to tell you, I thought, though I now had an opening to ask Tak at some point. But it was irritating that I was being used as the measuring standard. Maybe two, Tak volunteered. I was annoyed that Tak had answered, and a pang of jealousy hit me that Id been beaten by so much. I bet you liked that one. But you still havent said how big mine gets. How many inches longer than Sammys? And all three of us were now staring at Franss soft cock next to mine. Sammy, you can guess too. I was paralyzed, wishing this had never happened, but unable to pull away. Eventually Tak said Why dont you show us? Then Frans gave Tak a playful slap on the butt and stepped out of the tub. Come and join us in our room. Its this one, he said, pointing. Frans slipped his shorts on and walked back into the house. I was embarrassed, confused and upset with Tak at his flirtation, which had ruined the romantic evening. Now at least sense would prevail and things would calm down.