Eric 4

Eric doesn’t know what to say when Sophie approaches him. When she pulls his pants down, he’s frozen in place, standing there half naked in front of us, despite his reservations over stripping. He feels like a fool, with his pants around his ankles, and his girlfriend staring expectantly at his non-existent erection. Please don’t say anything, please don’t say anything he begs her in his mind, desperately holding on to a sliver of hope that she won’t notice the glaring difference between his size and my own.

But of course, I just have to make it worse for him. Sometimes Eric didn’t understand my thought process. One moment I was hugging him, and excited to see him. The next I was calling him ‘lil bro’ again and teasing him incessantly. He’d grown up with it, so he was accustomed to this kind of banter, but still it hurt his ego. Especially when I did in front of the girls.

Looking down at Sophie’s petite figure kneeling before him, he can’t help but feel aroused. Her mouth was less than a foot away from his cock…and yet…nothing. Not a twinge, not a spark, he was almost glad he was still covered so that he had some modicum of protection left. It was the nerves of course. He knew that. Performance anxiety.

As I finish teasing him, he wonders briefly whether what I’m saying is true. Does Sophie really want him right now? She’s never agreed to anything more than a little chest groping before, and even that was only once.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees me get into position beside him, and Eric can’t help but compare Anna’s eagerness to please me, to Sophie’s usually **** attitude around him. Nor can he help but compare his flat and unassuming dick, to the tent pole that’s threatening to burst through the seams of my underwear and smack Anna in the face. He nearly groans when I suggest that Anna and I give them a show, after all, the last thing he wants is Sophie staring at my cock. But the show that Anna and I put on, is utterly mesmerizing.

Anna is a huge tease, tracing her lips up and down the outline of my shaft, and rubbing herself up against me. To his dismay, Eric watches as I visibly swell in response to Anna’s touch. Jesus, as if he needs to be any bigger. But then, he catches Anna’s eye. Anna is busy burying herself in the bulge of my pants, licking, nibbling, and kissing every inch of me, all the while keeping her eyes locked on Eric’s. Eric stares, gulping nervously, and wishing for all the world he could be in my shoes right now.

Determined to make his wish come true, he shakes himself free of her spell and looks down at his girlfriend again. With a bit more gusto, he pulls his feet free of his pants and slides down his boxers, just enough to let his flaccid dick pop out. Then he thrusts his hips forward, eyes close, as if offering himself up for Sophie to start slaving over. He doesn’t say anything, that’d be awkward right? just expecting Sophie to notice and take an interest in what’s happening above her.