by Allie Castro
Heather looked to Kyle. “Oh. What did I think?”
“When you held it.”
“Oh,” Heather said, looking down, touching her collarbone.
That male part of Will puffed up inside him, wanted to shove Kyle in the chest with both hands and tell him to get the fuck out of the tent. But he bit his tongue, dying to hear Heather’s answer.
“I thought it was a prank,” she said.
“But when you knew it wasn’t?...”
She shrugged. “I dunno. Weird, I guess.”
Will said, “Weird?”
She looked his way. “Like funny.”
Kyle said, “In your stomach?”
She bit her lower lip, nodded. “Yeah. I felt funny in my stomach…” She rested a hand just above the waist of her pants. Will could see her cheeks had grown red again. Like the talk was exciting her.
Kyle asked, “Did you like it?”
“The feeling in my stomach?”
“No. Did you like holding it?”
“Your penis?” Her voice had gone so quiet she could barely be heard. Her eyebrows raised, the bloom in her cheeks deepened. “Yeah.” Her eyes flicked to Will; she looked down again. “I don’t know…”
“It doesn’t mean you don’t like Will’s,” Kyle said
A growing uncomfortable feeling worked through Will, right up his center, creeping up the back of his brain, tickling the inside of his skull. This was awful. This was terrible. But he wanted to hear what Heather thought.
He cleared his throat, softly said, “You can tell him, Heather.”
“See,” Kyle said, smiling. “That’s great, Will, that’s really cool. Look at this, you two are growing. An hour ago you were fighting, who knows how long it would be going on.”
“We never fight,” Heather said.
“Honesty is always the best path,” Kyle said.
“You can tell him,” Will said, watching the girl he loved, resting his chin in the divot between his two knees.
Heather’s eyes were wide, her eyes rolling around, flicking, nervous, but he could clearly see that she liked this. Maybe she had that strange feeling in her stomach again, God, maybe it was the same feeling that he had. He felt like Heather did. They were together in this.
Will said, “It’s okay for you to say the truth.”
“Will, seriously, that’s so... mature,” Kyle said.
“You can tell him,” he said again
She sniffed, said, “Yeah. I guess… I liked it.”
“And that funny feeling in your stomach…”
She said, “I didn’t like it, but I guess I did kind of like it. It was just so… weird.”
“That’s not so bad, Will. Don’t you think?”
“No,” he said, “that’s okay.”
“And how did you feel?”
“Me?”
“How’d it make you feel seeing her holding my penis?”
He sat straighter, his eyes wide too. He touched fingers over his racing heart. Then suddenly chuckled. “I guess I felt like her. Kind of funny in my stomach.”
“See, you guys had the same feelings, but you’re resisting each other.” He held up two fists, Will noting how broad across they were, how pronounced the knuckles. He touched the heels together gently, said, “Two people clenched up, bumping against each other. Really, deep down, you guys are like this...” Then he wove his strong fingers together, clasped his hands. Shook them.
“Yeah,” Heather agreed.
Kyle said, “You guys felt the same.”
“Yeah,” Will said.
“Will, you got jealous.”
“I did,” he said.
“And there’s nothing to be jealous about, man. You got a great dick.”
Heather chuckled.
Will rolled his eyes.
“No, seriously. I saw it. It’s great. Your girlfriend felt the same way you did. You’re jealous, maybe you’re mad at her, because, kind of, you’re mad at yourself, maybe. Mad that you felt funny. Mad probably that you’d let her do that, touch me, but also mad you didn’t stop it once it was happening.”
Will’s eyes came up to Kyle, seeing him calm and confident. Somehow peering into his head, knowing what he was thinking.
“I did, kind of.”
“See?”
Heather said, “You don’t have to be jealous.”
Kyle encouraged her. “That’s great, Heather, that’s really great. Tell Will how you like what he’s got.”
Heather eyed him, he stared back, feeling small and scrutinized. She’d been his everything for so long, and he’d taken her affection for granted. Heather slowly smiled, looking bashful yet lively. “I like it,” she said, making a sheepish face and rolling her eyes up to the tent’s ceiling.
“Will,” Kyle said, like he was getting the ball rolling. “Take it out, show it to her, let her tell you what she likes about it…”
“What?” He laughed. “No way…”
“Go on,” Kyle said. “This is really good.”
“I’m not taking my dick out.”
“Why not? Heather is going to serenade it.”
Heather laughed, covered her mouth with two hands. That got Will smiling.
Kyle continued, “Come on. Chop, chop. You had no problems in the tent, you got your pants down fast—and, I’ve seen it, I’m pretty sure Heather’s seen it before...”
Through her cupped hands, Heather giggled, said, “I’ve seen it.”
“I don’t know,” Will said, worried now that if he did dare to do this thing that he would reveal to them that he was aroused.
Kyle said, “Show it to her. Let her make you feel good about it...”
Heather let her hands drop to her lap. She was smiling, all that lumpiness, that ugliness between them from earlier completely melted away. Here was the face of the girl that he loved. He smiled too. She said, “Do it. Take it out, I want to tell you…”
Will was into it, but still timid. “Kyle, do you have to be here?”
“Don’t be shy, Will, and we’re not done.”
“This is like couples therapy,” Heather said.
“I should go try to get my license,” Kyle said, and they all laughed.
“Show it to me, Will,” Heather said again. “I want to see it...”
16
And now with his girlfriend sitting and watching, Kyle the big dick river guide next to her, Will tucked thumbs into his waistband, but then paused.
They waited, then Kyle said, “It’s okay if it’s already hard.”
Again, like Kyle was right inside him, walking through his insides with a flashlight lighting up all his dark corners.
Heather said, “Show it to me.”
“All right,” he said, lifted his butt up, hiked his pants down, covering up, getting them over his knees, then pausing again, still hiding what he had.
“Lower your legs,” Kyle said.
Slowly, he did; let his heels slide out toward Kyle and Heather, coming almost between them. He sucked in his stomach, held back his shirt, revealed himself. His penis was shining from the wet he’d produced. Fully one-hundred percent hard, it stuck upright, touching his own stomach.
“There it is,” Kyle crooned. Heather smiled.
Kyle said, “Tell him what you like, Heather.”
She thought a moment, put on the spot. After a beat, she said, “It’s my favorite penis in the world.”
Kyle asked her why. She thought again, said, “Because it makes me happy.” Will beamed.
Kyle smiled, said, “Look at him, he likes that. Tell him some more.”
Heather cocked her head, looking between his legs at the penis in her life. “It always makes me happy... I like to play with it, I like it when...” She winced, feeling bashful, but then continued. “Like it when it’s inside me.” Her voice had reduced to a whisper.
“That’s so awesome,” Kyle said. “Isn’t it great to hear that, Will?”
“Yeah.”
“L
ook at it, Heather,” Kyle encouraged her. “Keep going.”
Her eyes rose again, looked at his erection. “Lay back a little, Will,” Kyle said, “let her get a really good look at it.”
Will eased back on his elbows, laying almost flat now.
Kyle said to Heather, “Tell him all the best stuff. He needs to hear it.”
She nibbled her lower lip. “It feels really good inside me,” she whispered, blushing deeper.
“That’s good, Heather,” Kyle said, now stroking her forearm with a knuckle. “Will loves hearing that.”
“Yeah, I love his penis…”
“Does he have anything to be ashamed about?”
“No.”
“There are smaller penises out there.”
“Right,” she said.
“And bigger ones, too.”
“Yes,” she said, looking down, moving her forearm out of his touch by stroking the opposite elbow with a hand.
Kyle said, “So if he has nothing to be ashamed about, and you love what he has, his feelings are secure?”
“Yes,” she said, smiling. It grew wide, faded, grew wide again, then faded.
Will’s heartbeat drummed in his ears, an in-and-out whooshing sound, his ventricles harsh and erratic, jumping in his chest. The moment grew thin and quiet, tension building inside him. A sudden fear that it would be over like the clapping of hands, a quick Well, that was fun, alright I’m going to leave you guys, and he didn’t want that. He was speaking before he knew it. “But you liked his too?”
Couldn’t believe the words were out. Heather was stung by his question at first, folding a little, her expression crumpling.
“It’s okay,” Kyle said. “Remember we’re being honest.”
She grunted. “Yes,” she said petulantly.
“Hey, don’t say it like that,” Kyle said. “That’s emotion, that’s that friction again.” He lifted a hand to show her his large clenched fist.
She nodded. “Yes,” she said again, this time more easily.
“That’s okay,” Will reassured her, laying on his back naked and exposed.
“Guys, look at this,” Kyle said happily, gesturing a hand back and forth between them. “Look what’s happening here...”
And then it was like an idea suddenly occurred to Kyle. His eyebrows bounced, he sat straighter, sucked in his own stomach, hands coming to his middle and unzipping his fly.
Heather shifted sideways, recoiling from Kyle, her eyes watching what his hands did, moving around under his overhanging T-shirt. “Hey,” she said, “what are you doing?”
“It’s cool,” Kyle said. Will also asked him what he was doing. “You guys are growing, you’re learning about each other.”
Kyle paused, hands stilled under his shirt. Heather looked to Will, and he looked from Kyle to her. Their eyes met. Heather didn’t look away. She bit her lower lip, their gaze still locked. Now she sucked her lower lip right into her mouth. She folded her arms up, tucked her hands into her armpits. She turned to Kyle. “Okay,” she said.
17
Will worked a hand over to rest on his stomach. His racing heartbeat had his vision shuddering. This wasn’t really happening, was it?
Heather watched Kyle unzipping his shorts. Will didn’t know where to look. What would he rather see? Kyle’s dick coming out, or his girlfriend’s eyes watching Kyle’s dick come out? His eyes darted left and right, soaking it all in. Why did this feel so right? It was really, really so wrong…
Kyle went to his knees, unbuttoned his shorts, pushed them down with his underwear. And there it was: that huge penis. And just like Will, Kyle’d grown during their talk. It aroused him, too. All of them were aroused…
He pushed his shorts down to his knees, his T-shirt hanging down, covering up most of his dick, but that foreskin covered head swinging left and right, Heather definitely watching it.
He sat down, pushed his shorts right off.
Heather said, “What are you going to do?”
Then Kyle was up on his knees again, pulling off his T-shirt. That monster dong swinging left and right, not fully hard, bent in a lazy downward arc, stiffly going from side to side. He slung off his shirt, tossed it to the tent’s corner. In this light, his skin looked dark and tanned, his muscles strong and sinewy. He sat on his heels, that long fat thing laying in the seam between his two pressed-together thighs. Big hands resting on his knees, he told Will, “Take your shirt off.”
Heather’s eyes widened. But she didn’t stop this from happening. She was letting it all go on. She looked to Will, and he took it to mean she wanted him to do it. He did a sit up, pulled on his shirt, took it right off. Now he was naked except for his pajama pants around his ankles.
“Lay back again,” Kyle said.
Will complied, getting back on his elbows, feeling the pillow touching the center of his back. His vision still shook from his heartbeat, looking down his sleeping bag at his girlfriend, her eyes lowered to the thing in Kyle’s lap. Kyle rose to his knees again, Heather looking from his dick up to his face.
She asked again, “What are you going to do?”
Kyle said, “We’re going to confront some things. Going to make them go away...”
Will said, “How?”
“Open your legs a little,” Kyle said, grabbing one of Will’s ankles, tugging off the pajama leg over his foot. “Come on up here,” Kyle said to Heather now, indicating for her to go sit up where her sleeping bag should lay. On hands and knees, she moved up to Will’s waist.
Kyle worked his knees between Will’s legs, then he got over him, leaning forward and putting his hands out on either side of Will’s shoulders, his face looming above. That huge dick fell against him, tapping his scrotum, the weight of it evident against the inside of us thigh.
Will whispered, “What are you doing?”
“We’re just going to get right down to it. Going to face your fears head on. Heather… Put our penises together…”
18
Will watched Heather’s gaze locked at that place between them, where his and Kyle’s penis were almost touching. Her eyes were wide, she looked almost stunned. She didn’t know what to say.
Kyle said, “Line them up together, Heather.”
“I don’t know,” she murmured.
Kyle said to Will, “Would you like her to do that?”
Will looked up to that handsome bearded face looming above his. He looked to Heather. “You can line them up,” he said, his voice sounding distant.
Heather was still unsure, but her eyes stayed locked on their two dicks almost touching.
Will said, “You can…”
“Will has to get over this,” Kyle said in a low calm voice.
That was the spurring Heather needed. Sure—she was doing this for a better good. She scooted forward until her knees touched Will’s hip. He watched her face, outwardly maybe seeming calm, but a turmoil of wild emotions inside.
Heather’s hand slipped between their bodies, her nails tickling along his stomach. Kyle shifted, and Will could feel the weight of his large penis dragging across his scrotum.
Heather whispered to him, “You sure?” But her eyes didn’t move to Will’s; they stayed glued to the two penises.
“He’s sure,” Kyle said with the confidence Will wished he had.
Heather’s hand slipped lower between them, the heel of her hand rubbing along Will’s scrotum. His testicles bunched up tighter. He looked down to see Kyle’s trim stomach, narrow hips, that crest of muscle—two lines at his hips pointing like arrows to the impressive thing that dangled between his legs. But it was unseen, hanging down between Will’s own legs, touching the inside of his thigh. Kyle had a nest of chestnut brown pubic hair that clung to the base of his penis, then grew to a thin patch, drawing a line up to his tight navel. Heather was seeing all of this, too...
Will watched her hand seek out the other man’s penis. He watched her grip close around it, using only the first three fingers and a thumb, pu
lling it forward, the thing dragging up Will’s scrotum. He let out a moan, choked it off. Heather pulled Kyle’s huge penis up, let it drop to lay next to Will’s. Side by side, his looked like the junior version.
Kyle said, “Put them belly to belly,” looking down with his chin tucked to his chest, watching what Heather did. Heather’s hand was shaking. She lifted again, the thing so enormous compared to Will’s. She rested Kyle’s on Will’s, belly to belly, their penises touching in a straight line, Kyle’s much longer and wider. She let out a breathy exhale, closed it off, licked her lips, wild eyes watching. There they were, two different penises. Her boyfriend’s. Their river guide’s. One huge. One small. Kyle said, “What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” Will said.
“How about you, Heather?”
“I don’t know either,” she said then chuckled. She clenched her lower lip between her teeth, smiling, eyes still glued. Her hand was extended, cupped over the top of Kyle’s long penis, holding it in place over top of her boyfriend’s. Her boyfriend’s was eclipsed by it.
Kyle said, “What does it look like?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she murmured.
“Are they different?”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you see, tell me how they’re different.”
“Yours is…” Finally her eyes moved up Will’s body and met his gaze. It was like she’d broken a hypnotization.
“Say it,” Will urged, again the voice coming from someone else even though it’d slipped between his lips.
Heather looked down again, looked at the big penis dwarfing her boyfriend’s. She said, “Yours is... longer. And thicker...”
“And what about Will’s?”
“It’s... Shorter. Thinner…”
“Is it small?”
Will’s heart thudded, his vision blurred for a moment.
Heather whispered, “Yeah.”
Kyle said, “But it’s not.”
Heather said, “It’s not?” Her eyes moved up to meet Kyle’s.
“It’s a penis. It’s just a penis.”
“Oh, right, no, I know...”
