Two months ago, my girlfriend Alicia and I were invited to a party at Kim's sleek new house, a sprawling modern place with a deck that overlooked the woods. The night started innocently enough--laughter, cocktails, and a crowd of friends spilling across the rooms. After the last guests stumbled out into the night, Alicia offered to help Kim with the dishes, their chatter echoing from the kitchen. Meanwhile, I lounged in the game room with Tom, Kim's boyfriend, sipping whiskey and idly flipping through channels on the massive TV. The air was warm, the vibe lazy--until Kim burst in, her eyes glinting with mischief, and suggested we all try out their brand-new hot tub.
We shuffled out to the deck, the cool night air prickling my skin. Without a hint of hesitation, Kim peeled off her tight dress, letting it crumple to the wooden boards, revealing her bare, curvaceous body before slipping into the bubbling water. "Come on, Alicia, don't be a prude!" she teased, splashing water toward her. Alicia blushed, glancing at me nervously, but Kim's taunts wore her down. Soon, Alicia's clothes joined Kim's on the deck, her slender frame glowing under the moonlight as she slid into the tub. Tom and I exchanged a look--half-amused, half-daring--and followed suit, stripping down to nothing and sinking into the steaming water.
At first, it was all playful giggles and splashes, the four of us naked and carefree. But then I noticed it--Tom's cock, even soft, hung heavy between his legs, thick and intimidating, swaying slightly as he shifted in the water. The girls' laughter grew louder, more conspiratorial, until Kim broke the tension. "Tom, babe, grab us another round of drinks," she purred, her voice dripping with intent. Tom stood, water cascading off his broad frame, and that's when everything shifted. His cock--half-hard now--jutted out like a goddamn trophy, easily six inches long, thick and veined, pulsing slightly as it caught the dim deck lights. Both women fell silent, their eyes locked on it. Alicia's cheeks flushed crimson, her breath shallow, while Kim shot me a quick, dismissive glance and asked some pointless question about the weather--obviously trying to keep me from noticing.
But I couldn't look away. My eyes were glued to it, tracing every inch of that monstrous thing swaying with Tom's every move. It was hypnotic--powerful, masculine in a way I'd never be. Then I felt it: two sets of eyes on me. Alicia and Kim had caught me staring, and their silence broke into stifled, conspiratorial giggles. Kim smirked, whispering something to Alicia that made her cover her mouth, her eyes darting between me and Tom's cock. My face burned, humiliation crashing over me like a wave--they thought I liked it, that I was some kind of pervert getting off on the sight. I wanted to shout, to tell them they were wrong, but deep down, I couldn't even admit to myself why my gaze lingered. Instead, my mind betrayed me, spinning a vivid, unwanted image: that thick, half-hard beast sliding into Alicia's tight pussy, stretching her in ways I never could, her moans echoing as she took it all. I shoved the thought down, drowning it in denial, but the heat in my gut wouldn't fade. I sank lower into the water, praying they wouldn't see how small and shriveled I looked in comparison, while Alicia stayed quiet for the rest of the night, her mind clearly somewhere else.
The rest of the week, Alicia seemed off--distant, distracted, her usual warmth replaced by a quiet tension. Friday night, we sat at a candlelit table in our favorite restaurant, the hum of other diners around us. She fidgeted with her wine glass, then leaned in, her voice low and trembling. "Alex, I love you so much, and I don't want to hurt you, but... we need to talk."
