The Romans called Manliness – Virtus – “right and natural,” a
right and natural expression of the young Warrior’s innate Fighting
Manhood, Aggressive Bravery, Moral Beauty, Brave Beauty – in the service
of his country, his family, his friends, his ideals – and himself.
No? Why am I naked? Oh, that. Yes, I know I said I was going to wear that sexy new bikini you got me. And I totally did! It fit, great, babe! And it looked amazing, right Simon?
See, your little brother agrees. Aww, I’m sorry you didn’t get to see me in it. Another time. When you aren’t being so offensively jealous and controlling, not to mention sexist. Yes, I told your kid brother all about how you didn’t want me sharing pictures of my own body. And how unfair I thought it was that he got to be topless all the time, even in public, while I have to cover my nipples and areolas with these little triangles of fabric as some sort of ritual sacrifice to the gods of modesty. Well Simon totally backed me up. But in fact he thought it was also unfair that I got to see his pecs all the time while I hide mine from him. And honey, you know how much I admire your little brother’s physique, so I couldn’t really say he was wrong, mmmm.
Hmm? Oh yes, sorry, I was just appreciating his pecs again. So I took my top off to make us even. Baby, don’t be like that. The micro swim top barely covered anything anyway. See, Simon agrees.
Well but in the interest of fairness I had to point out that even his speedo briefs covered way more than my thong bottoms. So I gave him a wedgie! And slapped his ass. I admit that was a bit too far. I’m sorry. So I let him spank me in repentance. But he spanked me really hard! Several times. You so did, Simon! I screamed so loud I bet even my husband heard. See?
Well, I was angry and we horsed around a bit. In a fit of rage, I pulled down his swimsuit. I wasn’t thinking! And then I got really distracted. But you can’t really blame him for being so hard after all the commotion. It’s a natural response. And you can’t really blame me for being so transfixed. I couldn’t believe it was so big! So I just nodded when he said it was only fair that I let him pull down my bottoms. It’s true enough. And so here we are, naked. But I am his big sister (in law) and he is my kid brother (in law) so it’s not a big deal. Brothers and sisters shouldn’t have to have shame or secrets between them. Just calm down. I told you jealousy is not a good look. And it’s a bad example to set for your brother.
The straw in my pussy? Oh, um, I mean, in fairness…yes, I have an explanation! It’s just, I saw his cock and he hasn’t seen yours since you were kids. He was just curious how he was growing. And they say you need to encourage young men, so I was just…giving a visual example…of what it looks like when you and I fuck…
As soon as he came in her mouth, your wife told you, “honey, don’t say that watching him didn’t make you feel dwarfed. You just have to admit it … and offer him our marital bed.”
Why had I ever made such a bet? It was just the heat of the moment. I’d gotten in some silly argument with this stranger at a party. My wife was annoyed but I wouldn’t back down. Eventually it devolved into literally comparing dicks. His was, very big. I told him I didn’t care how big his cock was, no man could make me feel small. Love and sex are about more than size, I told him. My wife had laughed. I glared at her.
“Oh, come on. It’s not everything but you have to admit it helps.”
My pride was besieged from all sides! I refused to concede the point. He said he’d prove it to me. I said nothing could move me and so agreed to any terms he might have. Stupid. He said he’d prove to me that a big cock could make me feel like the smaller man in regards to sex. If he could do that, he said, I’d have to allow him to try to best me at love, too. Deal!
It was then he turned to my wife and asked her to be his assistant with his demonstrations. She was taken aback at first, but soon she got an evil smirk on her face and looked at me. “Any chance to prove this smug bastard wrong.”
I was too proud to back out as I realized what he intended. He guided my wife to a secluded side room away from others at the party. I followed awkwardly, hearing the whispers of my friends and colleagues wondering why this other man was leading my wife by the hand.
“Okay, so your wife is going to service me. If you can watch the whole things and still honestly say you feel like a superior or even equal man, then you win. I will do whatever you wish.”
“Just leave us alone.”
“Deal. But if you do feel a bit…diminished, you have to let me prove that I’m the bigger man in love, too. Cede your marital bed to me for…a month. After that month, we’ll see who she loves more.” Deal.
He instructed her to take off his clothes. My wife complied with gusto. He laid down and ordered her to start playing with his massive cock. She gasped as she got her hands around it. She continued making approving sounds as she worked it to full erection. “Oh my god, babe! I can barely fit my fingers around it! And it’s so long! You must feel so small already. Your cock is nothing like this. It’s a whole different breed!”
I felt sick. “Just finish it.”
“Mmmm, but not with your hands, with your mouth.”
My wife bit her lip. She was pretty good at blowjobs. Even so as she worked it in her mouth she could only fit it halfway in. Fuck.
As soon as he came in her mouth, my wife told me, “honey, don’t say that watching him didn’t make you feel dwarfed. You just have to admit it … and offer him our marital bed.”
Is it cheating if I didn’t even take my clothes off? 😉
Definitely not cheating. And any boyfriend who says otherwise is just irrationally jealous. Sometimes a friend just needs a little release. That’s what friends are for. Be a good friend. Be a good girl.
My parents were in some crazy Christian cult you’ve probably never heard of. Extra misogynist. They told me my whole life woman’s role was to serve. I knew early on that’s the role I wanted. I’d burn with, giddy, nervous energy whenever they spoke about “good, submissive girls.” Daddy tried to interest me in the “benefits” of being with such a girl but I had no interest. I grew my hair and dressed in an increasingly androgynous way. They were concerned but let it slide at first. I was such a good, obedient boy, after all!
They finally spooked the first time I wore a dress. After spending days in my room they decided on a punishment to “scare me straight”; they’d treat me like a girl if I didn’t shape up. Oh no! 😀
I’d been jealous of Mommy for years. We fought just like any mother and daughter, never admitting aloud that the heart of our contention was that we both wanted to be the woman of the house, to be the one Daddy chose. Some daughters won’t admit this means they want to fuck Daddy, but I knew better.
So I started dressing in tight jeans and short shorts, trying to seduce my father. I knew he couldn’t resist staring at young girls in tight clothes. I hoped I’d be able to flip that switch in him until he thought of me more as a piece of ass than as his son. It seemed to be working. I caught glimpses of the bulge in his pants when I showed off. I let him “catch” me napping in the living room in lacy panties, thigh highs, and a bra. From behind I looked just like Mommy. He got home from work and immediately began feeling me up.
“Oh honey, what a treat. Our sissy son better not come home and ruin this or I swear I’ll fuck that bitch too.” I heard his belt buckle come undone. “Still asleep, honey? Well, no matter” I felt something warm and hard bump into my ass. His hands started pulling my panties down.
“Mmm, Daddy? Are you home?” I pretended to be groggy and half asleep.
He fled. I opened an eye to watch as he tucked his cock away while heading to his bedroom. It was a nice cock.
“You better start dressing like a boy or we’ll teach you to act like a real girl. You know what that means!”
“No, Daddy, no!” I tried to make it sound convincing.
That night I listened at the wall between our rooms with a glass. Mommy was concerned. Jealous, I bet. But Daddy assured her that as soon as the threat of being treated like a girl became imminent that I would snap out of it. Mommy giggled evilly.
“That little sissy won’t last an instant in a good, submissive girl’s shoes,” she said.
This is the whole point about being boastful around your male friends. Make a big to-do about your giant cock and how your girlfriend loves it until your friends get fed up and ask to compare. Then be humiliated as they laugh at your pointless penis and tell you how much they pity your girlfriend. How she needs a real man to show her what sex should be like.
Then the next time your girlfriend sighs forlornly after sex, fingering herself, and asks you if you can’t find a big cock for her, you’ll know exactly who to call. Crying a little, you’ll ask your good friend to do you a ‘solid’ and fuck your girlfriend before she leaves you.
The bet was a hand job. I didn’t know she was going to jerk him off all over her tits like that.
At first I was just glad I hadn’t lost to Greg. When I realized my girlfriend had to jerk off my work rival, I was perturbed but still relieved. I hated the guy and was disgusted by him. My girlfriend at least thought I was overreacting. This would be over soon.
Then Greg insisted that a “real” hand job was either “on the bitch” or “in her mouth.” I called foul but my girlfiend just agreed. What the hell?! She said that was true. It wasn’t a proper HJ unless the giver tasted the cum or was marked. To do otherwise showed disdain, she said. I distinctly remembered her jerking me into some Kleenex but I was too confused and embarrassed to say so. Then she started removing her pants and top. Ummm?
“He looks like he packs a punch, babe. Don’t want to walk home all stained. Remove your clothes too, okay, Greg? I don’t want to feel like the odd girl out.” He complied, sneering at me. “Very nice. Okay, now just focus on my tits and face. That’s right, ogle me. Now mark this bitch. You won; you’re the man.” She kept up this patter as she jerked him. “You beat your rival. Claim his woman. Good. Demean him. Show my boyfriend who’s boss.” When he finally came all over her, she giggled and leaned in. She kissed his cock and licked it clean. “Mm, you even taste like a winner.” She scooped up his cum off her chest and swallowed it. “I can’t get enough. Babe, get over here and taste your better’s leavings. Now! Good. Show your submission. Yes, taste it, love it.”
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