Is that James, the hung nerd I slept with once?

The girls soon swoop in on the three men, so I decide to look around. As I do so, I see a familiar face. Lanky, with glasses and short brown hair. Is that James? The horse-hung stud who's virginity I took? Fuck. Guess I've got this 'find the big dick' game in the bag. With a grin, I walk over to him and say "Imagine seeing you here."

"Oh... Yeah. Hey, uh..."

"Morgan." I wink.

"Morgan. Right."

"How's it going?"

"Good, yeah."

"Been a while."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Oh no need to apologize. Sure you've been busy." I give him another wink.

"Sure have." He grins.

"Say, you still single?"

"Yeah. Why you ask?"

I look over my shoulder. "Me and the girls are having bit of a game of trying to find the biggest dick, and I know with you I will absolutely be the winner."

"Heh... Right."

"Whatcha say?"

"Well, what's in it for me?"

"Oh you fuckin' know what's in it for you." I rub his crotch to make sure my intentions are known.

"Guess I can't argue with that."

"Nor do I."

I proceed to say my goodbyes to the girls, before heading off with my prized-stallion, eager to win the competition whilst riding him and his horse cock.