Is Everyone Naked?

The beer pong table eventually emptied. Cups were abandoned, sticky and half-full. The living room had dissolved into smaller groups, the air thick with the smell of sex and spilled beer. Clothes lay scattered across the floor like shed skins. Most of the women were completely naked now—tits out, pussies bare, skin flushed from alcohol and arousal. The men were the same, cocks in various states of hardness hanging or standing as they moved between rooms.

Kara took your hand. Her fingers were still faintly sticky from stroking Manny earlier.

“Come on,” she said, voice low and excited. “I want to watch. And I want you to watch with me.”

She led you out of the main living room. Your little cock bobbed ahead of you, still hard, still only four point one inches of flushed pink meat, the head shiny with continuous pre-cum. Every step made it bounce. People glanced at it and smiled.

The first open doorway was the formal dining room. The long table had been cleared. Annie sat on the edge of it, legs spread wide, heavy DD breasts swaying as Jake stood between her thighs and fucked her in steady, deep strokes. His cock was average—maybe five and a half hard, pleasant thickness—but next to your memory of your own it looked substantial. Annie’s thick thighs were locked around his waist. Each thrust made her tits bounce hard. Her head was thrown back, mouth open.

“Fuck, Jake… right there… harder.”

Kara pulled you close to the doorway so you both had a clear view. She reached down and wrapped two fingers loosely around your little shaft, not stroking yet, just holding it like a leash.

“Look at that,” she whispered against your ear. “He’s not even that big and he’s still longer than you. Thicker too. See how her lips stretch around him? When you fuck me they barely move.”

Jake’s balls—normal sized, heavier than yours—slapped softly against Annie’s ass. Your cock twitched in Kara’s grip. She gave it a single slow pump and smiled when another bead of pre-cum welled up.

They finished with Jake pulling out and painting Annie’s soft stomach in several thick ropes. She scooped some up with two fingers and sucked them clean while looking straight at you and Kara.

“You two enjoying the show?” she asked, breathless.

Kara nodded. “Comparing notes.”

Annie’s eyes dropped to your little cock. She laughed softly. “Cute.”

Further down the hall the guest bedroom door stood half open. Inside, Nick had Erin on her back in the middle of the bed, her massive tits spread wide across her chest. He was balls-deep in her, long freckled cock disappearing and reappearing with every powerful thrust. The wet sounds were loud. Erin’s hands gripped the sheets above her head. Every time Nick bottomed out her huge breasts shook like water balloons.

“God, Nick… fill me up… stretch that pussy.”

Kara’s breath caught. She stroked your cock a little faster while you both watched.

“Jesus. Look at the length on him. He’s bottoming out and still has more. Your little guy would be lost in there. She’d barely feel you after him.”

Nick’s balls were full and heavy, swinging with every stroke. They looked twice the size of your tight little pair. When he finally came he stayed buried deep, hips jerking, flooding her. Erin moaned loud enough to carry down the hallway. When he pulled out a thick stream of cum followed, leaking from her stretched pink hole onto the sheets.

Kara squeezed your cock. “Still so hard. You like watching real men use those girls, don’t you?”

You could only nod.

The master bedroom was next. The door was wide open. Manny had Cheri bent over the edge of the big bed, one of her long legs up on the mattress. His thick cock—now fully hard at eight and an eighth inches and five and three-quarters around—was buried inside her to the hilt. The contrast was brutal. Cheri’s pussy lips were stretched wide and shiny around the massive shaft. Every slow, powerful thrust made her ass ripple. Manny’s heavy balls, one of them still looking larger than both of yours together, swung and slapped against her clit.

Cheri looked back over her shoulder and saw you both standing there. She grinned.

“Come in. Closer. He likes an audience.”

Kara pulled you into the room. The smell of sex was stronger here. Manny didn’t stop fucking his wife. He just glanced over, eyes dropping to your little hard cock, and gave a low chuckle.

“Still standing at attention, huh little man?”

Kara’s hand never left your shaft. She stroked it slowly while the two of you watched Manny’s thick cock piston in and out of Cheri. The wet sounds were deeper, heavier. Cheri’s moans were low and continuous.

“Feel how much bigger he is just from looking,” Kara whispered. “Your whole cock is barely longer than the head of his.”

Manny pulled almost all the way out so the broad head stretched Cheri’s entrance, then slammed back in. Cheri cried out and came hard, thighs shaking. Manny kept fucking her through it, steady and deep, until he finally buried himself and groaned, pumping load after load into her. When he withdrew, his cock came free with a wet sound, still mostly hard, shiny with their mixed cum. A thick rope of white leaked from Cheri’s gaping hole and ran down her thigh.

Cheri straightened slowly, turned, and walked over to the nightstand. She opened a drawer and pulled out a soft measuring tape—the kind tailors use. She tossed it to Kara.

“Here. For science. Measure the little one first so everyone has numbers.”

Kara caught it. Her eyes lit up. She dropped to her knees right there in front of you without hesitation. Your little cock bobbed in front of her face, four point one inches of desperate pink meat. She pressed the end of the tape to your pubic bone and stretched it along the top of your shaft to the tip.

“Four and one-tenth inches,” she announced clearly. “Girth…” She wrapped the tape around the thickest part. The ends overlapped quickly. “Three and three-quarters. That’s my husband, everyone.”

Cheri laughed. Manny stepped closer, his heavy cock still half-hard and swinging. Kara turned to him next without being asked. She measured from his base to the tip while he was still around seven inches and thickening again under her touch.

“Soft he was already five and three-quarters by five,” she said. “Hard… eight and one-eighth long. Five and three-quarters around. God.”

She held the tape up so you could see the difference. The length that had covered your entire cock only reached partway up Manny’s.

Kara stood and kissed the corner of your mouth. “Even the smaller guys tonight are bigger than you, baby. Jake was at least five and a half. Tom looked about the same. Chris maybe a hair over six. You’re the smallest in the house by a clear margin.”

She kept the measuring tape looped around her fingers like a trophy.

You and Kara kept moving. In the living room again, Sasha was on her knees between Tom’s legs, sucking his average cock while Megan straddled Chris’s face on the couch, grinding her pussy against his mouth. Laura was on all fours on the rug getting fucked from behind by a still-recovered Jake. Every scene got the same treatment from Kara—quiet, detailed comparisons whispered against your ear while her hand stayed wrapped around your little cock, stroking it just enough to keep you leaking and desperate.

“See Tom’s? Thicker than yours even though he’s not huge. And look how much of it Sasha can fit in her mouth. She’d choke if she tried that with Manny, but with you she’d have room left over.”

“Laura’s taking Jake to the hilt. When you fuck me I can still take two fingers alongside you. That’s the difference.”

Manny and Cheri eventually followed you back into the main room. Manny’s cock had softened only to about six inches and still hung heavy and thick. Cheri caught Kara’s eye and nodded toward it again.

“Want another feel while it’s still messy?”

Kara didn’t hesitate. She handed you the measuring tape, stepped over, and wrapped both hands around Manny’s thick shaft. She stroked him slowly, spreading the mixture of cum and Cheri’s juices up and down the length. Manny’s cock responded immediately, swelling back toward its full eight-plus inches in her grip.

Kara looked back at you while she stroked him.

“This is what I felt earlier. Heavy. Hot. The vein on the bottom is thicker than your whole cock. And these balls…” She cupped them with one hand. They overflowed her palm. “One of them is bigger than both of yours put together. You have little jewels, baby. He has a whole set of heavy weights.”

Your cock throbbed in the open air, neglected, four point one inches of shiny, leaking need. Pre-cum dripped from the tip onto the hardwood floor in a thin string.

Cheri stepped behind you and reached around, her fingers finding your small shaft. She pinched it lightly between two fingers and wiggled it.

“Still so cute. And still so hard after all that. Kara’s lucky. Some wives would be disappointed. She just gets wetter watching you stay little while the real ones come out to play.”

Kara kept stroking Manny, eyes locked on yours.

“She’s right. I am wet. And you’re going to stay right there and watch while I decide what to do with all this extra cock in the house.”

The measuring tape hung from your fingers. The numbers were burned into your head. Every cock you had seen tonight—every single one—had measured longer and thicker than yours. Manny stood at the top of the list by a wide margin, but even the smaller men had cleared your best effort without trying.

Kara finally released Manny’s cock with a last slow stroke. It stood heavy and full again. She came back to you, took your little cock in the same sticky hand, and gave it three firm pumps that made your knees weak.

“Come on,” she said. “There’s more house to see. And more comparisons to make.”

She led you toward the next open doorway, still naked, still holding your small, wet cock like it belonged on a leash. Behind you, Manny’s thick shaft swayed as he followed with Cheri, and the rest of the party continued in wet, laughing, unashamed chaos.

Your little jewels had been measured, compared, and found wanting in every room of the house.