Friday Night Plans

Friday night wasn't supposed to turn out the way it did.

My fiancée's best friend, Jen, came over with her new boyfriend. We were supposed to go out for dinner and some gambling at the new casino downtown. Instead, we never left the house.

"Oh, Jen, you lucky devil!" cooed Faith with her lilting British accent when I led Jen and her boyfriend, Charlie, into the living room. Faith was on her feet and over to them in seconds flat. "He is a fine specimen," she said, looking up into Charlie's rugged face.

Charlie towered over the girls and I. Well over six feet tall, he told Faith about his work as a personal trainer as I excused myself to pour us all a round of drinks. By the time I came back with the tray of drinks, the ice tinkling in the glasses, Faith had her arm around Charlie's and her hand on his chest.

"That's just smashing!" she exclaimed, laughing with Charlie and Jen.

I served up the drinks. The three of them chatted together, and I felt like an interloper, like they were putting on a play and I was an unwanted audience. The play starred Faith, my girlfriend for three years and my fiancée for three months. She hung off of every word from Charlie. I kept looking at Jen to see if she betrayed any jealousy but, to the contrary, she seemed delighted by Faith's rapt attention.

She looked at Jen and said, "Now, he's what I would consider a real man." Her eyes flicked to me for a second, "not like what I've been saddled with."

I couldn't take any more. "Wait just a second," I said, getting up. I had a feeling I knew what was coming and wanted to put a stop to it before Faith could open her mouth again.

"I mean, after all, I'm sure Charlie has a proper cock, and not the nubbin that my Louis has," she said, laughing uproariously. She quickly joined by Jen and even Charlie chuckled at her remark.

The worst thing is that Faith wasn't lying. I had been cursed with a small penis. Yet, this was the first time Faith had ever said anything disparaging about it. She had taken pains to assure me that I was a good lover. I was stunned.

Looking at me she said, "What, Louis, do you honestly think you can measure up? I think there's only one way to find out." I went white as she reached to his belt and undid it. Unbuttoning his pants, she quickly slid down his zipper before fishing out his half-hard cock. Even partially flaccid, it dwarfed mine.

Her hand looked so small and delicate as she held his tremendous prick in her palm, gripping her fingers around as much of it as she could hold, and beginning to gently stroke him. Jen giggled and looked on in awe as my fiancée brought Charlie's cock to full mast.

Putting her hand behind his back and continuing to stroke, Faith moved Charlie toward me, his cock seeming to fill my vision.

"You see, Louis, this is what a real man is like. Surely you have to appreciate it. See how beautiful his cock is? The fullness of it? The girth? Isn't it lovely?"

Somewhere deep inside of me, I heard myself answer yes. It was lovely. It was entirely different than anything I had ever seen before. Sure, I'd watched porn with Faith and seen some of the monstrous freaks that populate those movies but I'd never seen such a beast a mere two feet from my face. Is this what a man (a "real man" as Faith said) was supposed to look like?

"Doesn't it just look delicious, Louis? I don't know about you but it looks heavenly to me. So good that I just want to show Charlie how much I appreciate such a thing of beauty. Don't you?" She brought him closer, her hand still working him, taking her several seconds to make her way from the base of his cock to the tip.

The purple head with its soft skin. I wanted to touch it, to feel it. Yet, I didn't know where these feelings were coming from. Was I still in shock from Faith's words and actions? Or was there something else going on? Had I longed for so many years for a big cock of my own that, when I finally saw one on someone else, I needed to touch it?

While my mind raced, my body seemed to take matters into their own hands, so to speak. Before I knew it, my hand was reaching out, tentatively, touching the head of Charlie's cock.

A jolt shot through me, as if he were electrified. However, rather than being stunned, this seemed to wake me up. I looked up at him, into his eyes. He nodded at me, as if giving me permission. My fingers went back to his cock.

"Yes, that's right. Doesn't it feel good?" Faith asked.

I nodded.

"It feels wonderful in your hand, but it's so much better in your mouth," Jen chimed in.

"Oh, that sounds like a delightful idea, don't you think, Louis?" Faith asked.

I nodded again, almost hypnotized by the sensations I felt as I stroked Charlie's cock lightly, trailing my fingertips along the veined surface.

He was alien to me. What Charlie had barely resembled the thing between my legs that strained against my underwear. Yes, it was beautiful. But what was it that Jen said? Better in my mouth? Could anything be better than this was?

I felt Faith's fingers entwine in my hair and pull me forward, closer to Charlie's cock. I found my mouth opening. "Yes, that's it," she said, "take it."

I had to open wide to fit his head past my lips. I tasted the tang of his precum on my tongue. Faith pushed my head farther, making Charlie's tool fill my mouth even more. "There, there, that's very nice. That's good, yes? You love that, don't you?"

I had to admit it, yes, I did. I felt compelled to show this man my appreciation. I was a pretender to my gender. Like Faith said, Charlie was a real man. I knew in my heart that I hadn't pleased her. We hadn't had sex in months. When we were intimate, it was only oral. She could make me orgasm in a matter of minutes with a few flicks of her tongue while I lavished between her legs for hours. "My little lesbian," is what she called me.

Did Faith know something about me that I didn't? The cock in my mouth seemed to prove that she did. Why hadn't I stormed out of the room? Why had I slid from my seat to my knees with such ease? As if to answer, Faith leaned close to my ear and whispered, "This is where you belong, on your knees, pleasuring the men who dwarf you. The men superior to you and your nubbin. You were born to suck cock, darling, and I'm going to make sure you get a steady diet from here on out."

My eyes widened at her words and Jen patted my head, quieting me even as I swirled my tongue around Charlie's cock. Faith moved my head back and forth, pushing and pulling, my hair fast in her hand.

We must have made quite a sight; Charlie standing proud with his pants down with Jen and Faith on either side of him and me kneeling in front, my head moving back and forth along the length of his mighty tool.

He moaned and I heard Jen whisper, "Are you good, honey?"

"Shit, yes," he said in his deep baritone. "This faggot sure knows how to work my dick."

Jen and Faith laughed at this and I felt mortified. But, somewhere, I felt a little proud of the good job I was doing.

Jen reached down and put her hand on Charlie's balls. They swung pendulously, occasionally bumping my chin. "Oh, his balls are tight," she exclaimed. "He's getting close!"

Faith leaned close again, "Did you hear that, darling? Your first load of cum. You're going to drink down every drop, do you understand? This is a gift from Charlie to you. Don't waste it."

I tried to imagine what this was going to be like, feeling him spurt into my mouth. I'd done it to Faith a few times when we were dating before she told me that she didn't like the taste and that I was to always tell her before I was going to orgasm, so I wondered how bad the flavor would be.

Before I had a chance to think about this too much, Charlie grunted and my mouth was flooded with his cum. The force of it surprised me almost as much as the flavor. It wasn't bad at all. It tasted like fresh tomatoes. Faith held my head in place as Charlie pumped all of his seed into my waiting... wanting?... mouth.

I did as she said, not wasting a drop, even licking his cock clean. I won't lie. I was hesitant to stop sucking and licking, not only because I had secretly found enjoyment in it but also because I didn't know how else Faith would humiliate me that night.

"Very good, darling. You did very well for your first cock," she said, gently stroking my back. "Now, you just tidy up while Jen, Charlie and I go out. When we return, well...," she said looking to Jen and Charlie, "I'm sure we'll have another cock for you to suck. After all, Charlie is Jen's man. It's not fair to her. And it's not fair to me to not have a real man, now, is it?"

I knew that it wasn't fair to her. I nodded.

"Good boy," she said. Charlie had already done up his pants and was waiting with Jen at the door. Faith grabbed her wrap and left with them, leaving me still on my knees, the taste of cum still in my mouth, and hungry for more.