She eventually relaxed and started breathing again. Her nostrils flared, and she swallowed to moisten her mouth. Trip sat up with a smug grin and took all the credit for making her come. I fumed—silently, of course—that it wasn’t a competition, and even if it was, it was a group effort.
Are you done? the little head said.
No.
He waited.
I sulked.
Relax, he said at last. Brooke’s here to have fun. Don’t spoil it for her. Besides, you aren’t going to change Trip, so why get worked up about it?
Words of wisdom? I mocked. From you?
He sighed. How many times—?
Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re me.
Dumbass.
I couldn’t help but laugh, if only to myself. I certainly couldn’t share it with anyone else. I mean, how could I explain that my penis was also my court jester?
You’re only human, he said.
“What’s so funny?” Trip wondered.
“What? Oh, nothing.”
He snorted and let it slide. “You ready to get your head back in the game?”
“Literally or figuratively?”
Mark grinned.
“Either,” Trip said. Then he gestured at Brooke, who’d recovered from her orgasm. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”
He scooted between her thighs and lubricated the head of his cock. Her smooth labia were pink and swollen and shiny with juices. He sank into her. She closed her eyes and moaned as he began thrusting.
Mark watched her breasts bounce freely. “Yeah,” he mused, “I could totally fall in love with those tits.”
Trip nodded agreement and kept right on fucking her. He settled into a rhythm, and Brooke opened her eyes. After a moment she reached for my dick. Then she grabbed Mark’s. She pulled us closer. I braced myself on the headboard and leaned in.
She kissed the underside of my shaft and did the same to Mark’s. She tugged me closer still. I scooted forward, and Brooke angled his dick toward mine. They touched, and I struggled to resist the automatic, overpowering urge to pull back. She rubbed our dicks together and coated the heads with saliva and pre-come.
I breathed hard through my nose and tried to control my racing pulse. Once I’d survived the initial shock, I had to admit that it actually felt good. Still, some part of me recoiled at the sight of my dick touching another guy’s with nothing in between. It was Brooke’s fantasy, though, and she was clearly enjoying herself.
“Dude,” Trip muttered. “What the hell?”
“Hazard of the job,” I said.
Mark had a sanguine and far more rational take on it. “Different strokes.”
“Not for me,” Trip said. “I can do my own stroking.”
What about you? Mark asked with a look.
I’m cool, I told him, although the big head was still picking its way through the minefield of pleasure and revulsion. I wanted to be fine with it, though, so I said aloud, “Different strokes.”
Trip grunted, impossible to decipher, while Mark’s piqued eyebrows were all too clear.
What’re ya gonna do? he seemed to say.
I stifled a laugh and agreed, What’re ya gonna do?
Trip started pounding Brooke with renewed enthusiasm. He kept his head down and focused on her breasts. Then he didn’t have to watch as she played with Mark’s dick and mine in close proximity. They touched several times, and Mark rolled his eyes at Trip’s reaction. I liked him more in that moment than I ever had.
Trip eventually convinced himself that he was a real man, whatever that meant. He slowed to a normal pace, and Mark sat back. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to give Trip a break or because he was ready for a change, but it didn’t really matter.
Brooke moaned and pulled my dick toward her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, and I closed my eyes to enjoy it.
“Ready to let me in there?” Mark asked a little while later.
I opened my eyes and blinked as they adjusted.
“Uh… yeah, sure,” Trip said. He pulled out reluctantly and moved aside.
Mark climbed between Brooke’s legs, angled his hips, and slid into her.
“Oh, God, that’s nice.”
“No kidding,” Trip said. “Wish she’d left some grass on the field, though.”
Mark shrugged and kept right on fucking her. “Different strokes.”
“Yeah, sure.” Trip eyed me and then glanced at Brooke’s face. He couldn’t avoid the reminder that I was shaved too. “I… um… No offense.”
I chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, dude.”
“Thanks.” He paused and then said, “You mind if I…?”
I sat back on my heels and rolled away. Brooke moaned softly. Trip moved into position, and she picked up right where she’d left off with me. She was sexy enough that I was content to watch and jerk off. I didn’t want to get too close to Trip’s dick, after all.
Behave, the court jester warned.
Yes, sir.
Better.
“Here,” Mark said a couple of minutes later, “take over. I wanna play with her tits some more.”
We changed positions, and I knelt between Brooke’s legs. I gripped my shaft and slapped her swollen pussy with it. She writhed eagerly. Then I teased the head through her slippery folds. She groaned around Trip’s dick, and he shot me a grin.
“Oh, yeah, she wants it. Give it to her, dude.”
“Your wish…,” I chuckled.
“…is my command. Heh.”
I slid into Brooke’s molten pussy and gave her a moment to adjust. My dick really was bigger than the other guys’. It was thicker and slightly longer, although the length didn’t matter as much.
It matters to me, the little head said, and it was my turn to lecture him.
So? Size doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t know how to use it. That’s where I come in.
Yeah? Then put your money where your mouth is.
I chuckled.
“Dude…,” Trip said under his breath. Then he snorted a laugh.
“What?”
“You. Talkin’ to yourself.”
“Yeah? So? What about it?”
He laughed again, genuinely amused. “Wren’s right… I dunno what we’d do without you.”
“Have boring sex with hot women?”
“Ha! For sure!”
Mark shot me a grin.
“Well…?” Trip said. “Are you gonna have sex with her or what?”
“Someone distracted me.”
“Oh, brother.” He grinned. “Come on, time is pussy.”
“You got that right!” I laughed and began thrusting.
“Oh, Jesus,” Trip groaned as Brooke sucked hard. “That’s good.” He closed his eyes and swallowed. “Keep doing that.”
I wasn’t entirely sure who he was talking to, Brooke or me.
Mark grinned again and raised an eyebrow. You heard the man.
We took turns and fucked her steadily until she came again—while I was fucking her, thank you very much.
Um… I hate to remind you, the little head said, but it isn’t a competition.
Unless I win. Then it is.
Whatever, he laughed, the jester again.
Trip replaced me after Brooke recovered, and I shot a load down her throat. Mark did the same less than a minute later. Then she sucked me back to life while she stroked him. We were both hard again in no time.
“Why do I hang out with y’all?” Trip muttered. “Damn sex gods.”
“We don’t have your stamina,” Mark said.
“Yeah, well, I’m ready to come too. But not before I get a piece o’ that fine ass.” He pulled out and sat back. “Roll over,” he said to Brooke, “and we’ll give ya the jackpot.”