It’s a tie

Joey stands up, “I’ll go first that way once the other guys see how big I am, they’ll back out, and we’ll save some time.”

He pushes down his pants. I don’t look. Monica does, even leaning forward and standing up to get a better view. Ross also has his eyes locked on Joey cock. Maybe they’re just curious if his bragging about his big dick has all been legitimate. Rachel hasn’t stopped looking at me, and smiles shyly when I see her.

Phoebe calls out, “Six inches.”

Joey objects, “Did you measure the curve? You can’t use a flat ruler. And you have to touch it to the pubic bone. Push in my fat a bit.”

Monica sits back, and says to herself, “I wonder how that would feel inside of me.”

I finally get curious and look before he pulls his pants up. He has an oversized mushroom head with a thin curved stalk disappearing into a bush of pubic hair. Definitely a notable penis, but nothing like the monster cock he constantly says he has.

Ross stands up and lowers his pants. He has neatly trimmed ginger pubic hair. His pinkish dick stands straight and tall.

Phoebe measures. “Six inches. And don’t be offended but you have a really pretty penis.”

“Why would I be offended?” Ross asks.

“Because you look like a twink in a gay porno,” Monica blurts out.

Ross’s face scrunches. That offended him. He tucks away his dick and sits back down.

My turn. I lower my pants, and Phoebe sets the ruler on my dick. “Six inches but by far the heaviest six inches. Jeez Chandler what have you been feeding this dick?”

Rachel stands up to see my dick. I watch as her eyes widen when she sees it. She looks up to my eyes and mouths Oh. My. God.

I’ve never felt more confident. I pull back up my pants and sit down.

Phoebe says, “Shit. We have a tie. How do we decide who won?”

“We could go by girth,” Monica says. “We’d have a clear winner.”

Rachel speaks up, “How about the ladies get to choose who they want? They all tied, so I think we should pick.”

“What if we want the same guy?” Phoebe says. Obviously they’re talking about me.

Rachel gives up all her power, “I’ll let you girls choose first. I’ll go last.”

Oh how could she do that!? Now Phoebe is definitely going to choose me. My wife has her choice of both my friends.

Monica looks at Phoebe, “You wanna confer to make sure we don’t have the same pick.”

Phoebe says, “I don’t think we have the same pick.”

Yup. She’s definitely choosing me.

But Monica waves her over anything. They whispers to each other. Across the fire, Joey tells Ross, “You do have a nice dick bro. Obviously not as big as mine but still nice.”

Ross says, “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” He pours himself more bourbon.

Phoebe breaks from my wife, “After some consultation, I am going to choose Ross. I could use a muscular pretty boy in me. Maybe we could try to 69 while you hold me. That’d be hot.”

Monica leans over and whispers in my ear, “You’re welcome.” She just got me Rachel for the night. I owe her.

She stands, “I’ll choose Joey on one condition. You have to go down on me.”

“Ah man,” Joey tilts his head back. “I don’t know about that.”

Ross pours bourbon into his friend glass, “Get drunker then eat out that pussy with abandon.”

Joey finally agrees, “Fine. It’ll be worth it to fuck you.”

Monica rolls her eyes, “Don’t act like you haven’t been trying to fuck me since we met.”

He doesn’t deny it.

Rachel looks at the matched up couples and sarcastically says, “Looks like I’m stuck with Chandler.”

“I’m sure you’re really disappointed to get a guy who has a dick thicker than your forearm,” Joey says. “I’m shocked my wife didn’t choose him.”

Phoebe glances at Monica and gives her a wink, “I need an appetizer before the main course.”

I wonder what my wife told Phoebe. Did she sell me off at a later date? I’ll worry about that later. Right now I have a sexy strawberry blonde sitting down in my lap. She drapes her arms over me. She feels right in my arms.

She asks, “Do you want to go someplace more private?”