Your cock is beautiful – 2

“Yeah, and you’re like the only person I know who doesn’t. It’s so weirdly old-fashioned of you.” said Stella.

“I know, I just…But anyway, this guy in the picture. It was…uh…big. It was soft, he was just holding it, but it…it was just so…thick! And long too…” said Mia.

Hearing her describe my dick like this was really turning me on. She was clearly impressed by it.

“OK, so you saw a picture of a big cock. It’s pretty much impossible to go on the internet without seeing one these days.” Stella laughed, “It’s not like it makes the one you’re getting any smaller.”

Mia sighed again.

“It’s just…I may have actually…overestimated when I talked about him last time. I said it was like this.”

She held her thumb and forefinger apart, from here it looked like she was indicating maybe four or five inches.

“But it’s really more…” she held up her pinky, “Like this.”

The girls were soon laughing their asses off, and I had to try so hard not to join in. “Needle dick” really wasn’t an exaggeration.

They kept talking after they’d calmed down.

“I mean,” said Mia, “I actually compared it when I was sucking him off. My finger is literally only a tiny bit smaller. I didn’t really get it before, but he’s so small! No wonder it wasn’t any good with him. I checked the internet, it said the average penis size is 7 inches long, with an erection.”

7 inches? That’s way off. She probably got that figure from some random forum.

My sister agreed.

“I wouldn’t say it’s 7 inches,” she said, “I think that’s actually considered big.”

“Well the penis I saw…in the picture…was almost that big, completely soft!”

“Wow, that sounds pretty hot. Could you send me a link to it?” said Stella.

Ugh, I thought, creepy. But of course, Stella didn’t know it was my cock she was talking about.

Mia made a similar sound of disgust, before realizing that Stella wouldn’t know why.

“What?” said Stella.

“Oh, nothing, I just…you know, I don’t remember where I saw it, and I didn’t save it or anything.”

“Shame,” said Stella.

Mia pushed on.

“So I’m just…like, disappointed about this whole thing. I mean… he’s my boyfriend. He’s really hot, and his body’s awesome…but should I really stay with him if I don’t get any pleasure from him? Plus…you know, he’s kind of an asshole.”

No arguments here.

“I don’t know…” said Stella, “I guess it just depends on how important it is to you. If you really want to stay with him, you can just explain that he isn’t satisfying you. You know, teach him how to go down on you and stuff. There are other ways he can make you feel good.”

“But I thought you said “bigger is always better”, remember?”

“Well, yeah, when it comes to dicks. I mean, nothing beats that feeling of being completely filled up…” she trailed off, probably thinking about her own experiences.

This conversation was making me increasingly uncomfortable.

“But,” she continued, “Like I said, there are other ways. I mean, lesbians don’t even have cocks, but they can still pleasure each other.”

“I guess so…but I just find myself wondering, you know? What would it be like to be really fucked by…like, a…a huge penis.” said Mia.

She sighed.

There was a lull in the conversation.

“Let’s move to the kitchen, I’m starving.” said Stella.

I panicked, realizing I was about to be discovered. I stood up and made my way back to the kitchen, trying to find a balance between speed and stealth.

I managed to get back to my seat, with my laptop open in front of me and headphones on, before they got in. Stella seemed surprised to find me sitting there, but didn’t say anything.

Mia looked almost scared of me for a second. It was so strange to have her look at me like that, with no disdain or hostility. Perhaps she thought I would bring up the bathroom thing, revealing where she’d really seen that cock. But too soon, her usual look of arrogance returned, although it looked a little forced.

I took my headphones off and tried to greet them casually.

“Evening, girls.” I said.

“Hey…I thought you were going to, you know, stay upstairs tonight?” said Stella.

She wanted to continue their conversation. I didn’t mind, I was used to being rejected in favor of Mia. But I didn’t want this to end with me running away upstairs. I thought quickly.

“I was, but I thought I’d just chill down here for a while. Tell you what, if you go and get my laptop charger from the living room for me, I’ll head upstairs and give you some space.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, but headed into the hall.

Mia hadn’t said anything. She just tried to act normally.

“So, what are doing…faggot?” she asked.

She was clearly still nervous, and I smiled.

“Oh nothing, just thinking about our little encounter last week.”