"Uhhh.... And a bunch of wings too," said Charlie as he put the menu down. The boys were huddled at the end of the bar at Manifred's Pub, one of the few places in town that never checked ID's.
"A bunch?" said the bartender, impatient with Charlie's relaxed attitude. "Six, twelve, or eighteen."
"Eighteen," said Charlie, dismissively. She quickly jotted it down before moving onto her other customers. "Sheesh," said Charlie once she was gone. "Somebody's not happy to be at work."
"I kinda don't blame her," Peter said as he and Kevin cracked up. Nobody liked dealing with Charlie as a customer.
"I'd probably fuck her," said Charlie. "Ten beers. No, eight. Eight beers is enough."
"Speaking of fucking," Kevin said as he turned to Peter. "You've been MIA, huh?"
"Me?"
"Yes, you, dumbass. Who are you railing these days? Tell me it's not Amanda Flaherty with her big ass boobs," said Charlie. The attention was on Peter. It was clear he wasn't available much over the past few weeks. In fact, he had used any spare time he had on meeting up with Cynthia to have sex.
"Work shit. That's all," he said as he took a sip of beer.
Charlie burst out laughing. "Oh yeah, work shit. Like... let's see what blade should I put on this weed-whacker and how many more hours until my Union-mandated coffee break?"
Peter forced a laugh. That excuse would not fly. He decided to roll with the first guess. "Ok... fuck it. You got me. Me and Amanda have been hanging out."
Charlie slapped the table. "You goddamn dog! I knew something was up."
Peter and Amanda had a fling last summer. She was famous for being the loud drunk girl at every party. She was on the heavier side, had massive breasts, and it was well known that just about anyone could sleep with her. It was the perfect out as she wasn't really in the same crowd as the one Peter, Charlie, and Kevin rolled with.
"You serious, dude?" Kevin asked, looking directly at Peter. He didn't return the gaze and instead stared at his beer for fear his savvier friend would see through him. "Yeah, it's nothing though. We're just hanging out."
"Bullshit, no one just hangs out with Flaherty. You're taking a ride on the pound town express," said Charlie.
Kevin continued to stare at Peter, unconvinced with his story, but opted to not say anything.
"Her boobs are fucking huge," Charlie continued. "Like, Jesus Christ. They're fucking massive."
Peter played along, smiling and nodding. "They definitely are."
"Wait, dude!" Charlie suddenly got really excited before leaning in towards Peter. He lowered his voice. "Did you titty fuck her?"
"Did I titty fuck her?"
"Yeah dude. You can probably fit pretty nicely in there with your giant fucking hog."
Everyone laughed except Kevin. Since the incident, the boys teased Peter for having such a large penis. Kevin treaded lightly on the topic since it indirectly involved his stepmother.
"Seriously though man," said Charlie. "You may have the only dick in the world that could fit in between those bad boys."
Peter took a big sip before slamming his glass down. "Can we please not talk about my penis this time? Jeez man, sometimes I think you're obsessed."
Charlie looked confused. "You think? Dude It's a nine inch cock. No one has that. Of course I'm interested."
Peter shook his head. "You're fucked up dude."
"How'd all this start again?" Kevin asked, still studying Peter.
"Hmm?"
"Amanda," Kevin replied.
"Oh, right. Umm... We just kinda started texting about stupid shit and ended up meeting up. It's nothing serious, guys."
Kevin nodded, but was still unsatisfied with Peter's answer. Something was not quite adding up.
"I still can't believe you're walking around with that fuckin thing, dude," Charlie said, unconcerned with Peter's blatant distaste for the topic. "Imagine if women could tell right away what dudes were packing? Like we all had a number on our forehead or something?"
"The fuck, dude?" Kevin asked, bewildered at Charlie's bizarre imagination.
"Kevin's a seven. We know Peter's a fucking nine."
"And you're a four," Peter said, getting a good ribbing in as he and Kevin laughed.
"It's not a four, guys. I'll show you."
"If I wanted to see a micropenis, I'd look it up on the Internet," said Peter. Just then the bartender returned with their wings order and placed it in front of Charlie.
"Eighteen wings," she said. Before she could walk away, Charlie interjected.
"Hey, let me ask you something."
She stopped and turned.
"Does the size of a guy's dick matter?"
She rolled her eyes without answering. "I'll take that as a 'no'" said Charlie. "But let me tell you. My friend here has a massive one. It's nine inches. Does that appeal to women?"
The bartender looked at Peter, then back at Charlie. "Can I get you anything else right now?"
Charlie looked at the wings she delivered. "These are pretty small. We may want to get another order of 'em."
The bartender looked at the wings then back at Charlie. "Yeah. We have bigger ones. The bigger ones are always better."
All three boys erupted laughing as the bartender took one look at Peter, winked at him, and walked away.
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Knowing that Kevin was staying at Amy's and Frank was on a business trip, Peter made sure to pay Cynthia a visit that evening so they could have sex again. After a passionate love-making session, Peter was raring to go again, but Cynthia unfortunately had the night shift at the hospital. As a compromise, she let him masturbate while watching her shower.
As she soaped up, she repeatedly smiled at Peter as he sat in a chair, facing the glass shower, jerking off slowly and methodically.
"Do you think he knows about us?" he asked while continuing to jerk off.
"He's so far in his own head, he has no idea what goes on with us," Cynthia said as she washed her underarm.
"No," Peter said. "Not Frank. Kevin."
Cynthia stopped and turned to him. "No sweetheart. Of course not. Why would he ever know?"
Peter kept jerking off. His cock was hard as a rock. "No reason. I just feel like he may have been acting weird at the bar tonight."
Cynthia put shampoo in her hair and started lathering it in. She faced Peter in doing so. "Peter, honey. We've talked about how careful we need to be. They're never going to know about us. I promise you."
Peter didn't respond. He stared at her luscious breasts on full display as she washed her hair. He jerked harder and faster, cradling his balls with the other hand.
"Having fun?" she giggled. "You look like you're in a trance."
"You're a ten. Every inch of you is a ten."
Cynthia blushed, although it wasn't obvious in the shower. "You're too much," she said back.
"Am I?" Peter asked.
"I thought it was nine, right?"
Peter shook his head. "Not my dick. Me. Am I a ten?"
"I know silly, I was kidding." She opened the door to make sure they had clear eye contact. "You're perfect, Peter. You're kind, funny, handsome, and you know how to please a woman." She closed the door and continued rinsing her hair. She closed her eyes. "And you have an enormous cock," she said while laughing to herself.
Peter laughed too, but the moment was more arousing than funny as he was nearing his second orgasm. "Fuck," he said.
Cynthia, knowing Peter's tendencies by now, could tell he was getting close to orgasm. She watched him closely. His eyes began to squint. He took deep breaths. He spread his legs. His cock was so hard it looked like it would break. He stared endlessly at her naked body while feverishly jerking his dick.
She noticed his balls started to tighten. He stopped stroking and gripped himself from the base. A soft moan was followed by a thick cum blast landing on his belly. His cock pulsed as two more shots fired, each of them landing on his chest. She watched intently as he moaned a second time and let out the biggest one yet. Directly onto his face.