JackNapier
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Amelia and I have been best friends for years. We grew up together, went to school together, got takes for the first time together. Since sophomore year of highschool I've had a huge crush on her, too, but would never tell her for fear of ruining our friendship.
Now that we're seniors, we have a little bit more freedom from our parents. Amelia's family left her in charge of her house this weekend, and of course, she threw a small party. When I got there, I recognized several of our close friends and a few of her squadmates from cheerleading. I was initially a little surprised to see a group of large black guys, though, before realizing that they were members of the football team and must have come with the cheerleaders.
There were about 30 people there, all told, with the women slightly outnumbering the men. Everyone was takeing, listening to music, and just having a good time. One of the football players pulled out two blunts. We moved to Amelia's large living room, dimmed the lights down low, sat in a circle, and began passing and smoking.
Everyone was starting to get really relaxed. A lot of the girls were laying down into guys' laps, and Amelia was resting her head drowsily on my shoulder. I was in heaven.
My serenity was jolted, though, when a black athlete on Amelia's other side wrapped one arm around her waist and put the other hand on her knee. I felt threatened. Amelia wasn't my girl, really, but it really got to me.
Anne, a cheerleader across the room, squealed as the team captain grabbed her tits from behind as she sat on his lap. He whispered something into her ear and she playfully shouted, "No! I'm not that kind of girl. Besides, I think I'd rather stick to white boys and not get split in two!"
The black guys and the girls chuckled, and the rest of the white guys and I remained silent. But then, my and Amelia's good friend Jenny spoke up.
"Is it really true that black guys have bigger dicks?", she asked to nobody in particular. Amelia picked her head up and I'm sure I noticed her examining the crotch of the black kid on the opposite side of her.
"No, white guys are just as big," I said.
"Bullcuckolds brownie. White boys can't hold a candle to a black man's cock." it was a linebacker. "That's why you always see white chicks with brothers."
"I think it's true, Jack," said Amelia, "otherwise would everyone say so? Besides, it's not like that really matters anyway."
The football players and a number of the girls burst out laughing at this. I was red in the face with embarassment and frustration. "I don't know about that. I'm pretty big myself." I had always been proud of my cock, considering it, if not huge, definitely larger than average.
There was general argument between the white and black guys, battling over the respect of the almost entirely white female listeners. Some of the cheerleaders, Amelia not included, began whispering to each other and left the room for a minute, only to return five minutes later, us boys still arguing with increasing spite. Each of the cheerleaders sat next to one of the men, and the argument quickly lost momentum as they wrapped their arms around our shoulders.
There was a beautiful cheerleader to the opposite side of me as Amelia, and she began breathing humidly into my ear. I was already takes and high and becoming aroused. I vaguely noticed the women in the room whispering to each other behind their hands as this busty blonde girl climbed on top of me and kissed me while I kneaded her breasts.
We kissed deeply and fondled each other for a few minutes before she started taking my shirt off, and I helped her. She stuck her hand down my pants and held my throbbing cock, dripping with pre-cum. She moaned and began to stroke me. "You're so big, you've got the most enormous dick I've ever felt" she whispered in my ear. Holding onto the base of my cock, she pulled me gently to my feet. She knelt in front of me, unipped my pants, and began blowing me. She pulled my jeans down to my ankles while she continued to suck and lick, and I stepped out. After another minute, she stood up and began kissing me again while she slowly stroked my shaft. I closed my eyes, and without realizing I'd moved at all, my back was to a wall.
Suddenly, the lights turned on. She stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes, slowing her stroking. I was lined up against the back wall of the room, next to the other boys. There were ten of us, 5 white and 5 black. 10 girls were stroking our cocks, now slightly off to the side, and the other 10 girls stood a few feet behind them, grinning. I looked at Amelia in embarassment and surprise. She smiled sheepishly at me before glancing
quickly down at my crotch and back up to my face. She puckered her mouth as though stifling a giggle. I looked to my left and was shocked at what I saw.
The captain of the football team was getting slowly jacked off, his head tilted back, and he was moaning. I couldn't judge just how big his cock was, but it was a few inches longer than mine. What I was really surprised at, though, was the thickness. It looked like double the diameter of mine.
"We thought we'd take care of settling that, ahem (she looked down at my cock as she said this), *little* argument of yours for you. I blushed as the girls all giggled.
The girls moved us into a semicircle and laid us down, feet in towards the center. There were three white boys to the right of me, and four black to the left. 5 of the girls left us, and the remaining five each took a cock in each hand. Only one girl had a cock from each race in one hand, and mine was the white one. "Wow, I can't even get my hand around his," she said. It was true. There was about an inch of black flesh between the tips of her thin white fingers and thumb. "Yours, though, *tee hee!* it feels like I'm obligation a pencil!"
The girls were all gathered round us, standing and watching us get masturbated. They noted with glee that every one of the black cocks was both longer and significantly thicker than the white ones. The team captain talked to Amelia for a second and handed something to her. Amelia blushed and walked towards us, an embarassed smile on her cute face.
In her hand was a tape measure. She moved down the line of men starting at the black side, measuring their length and girth as the girls masturbating them took a brief break. Amelia read the measurements quietly to the head cheerleader, who took them down on a piece of paper.
Amelia knelt between the football captain and me and tenderly wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stared at it for a few seconds and then looked into his eyes and smiled. I couldn't tell what the length reading was, but I could make out the numbers on the measuring tape when she read girth: 6.5 inches.
She turned to me and looked into my face with a smirk as she held my cock daintily between two fingers. She took my measurements. I heard her tell the head cheerleader that I was 4.5 in length and 4 inches in girth. She moved to my ear and whispered, "who was it that said he had a big cock again?" before she moved down the line
The girls stopped pumping us as the head cheerleader stood in front of the group. "Obviously, the black men have far larger cocks than the white boys," (I hated how she called them men and us boys) "but now I will announce exactly how much larger. On average, the black men measured 7.5 inches in length, with a circumference of 6 inches." The girls cheered and clapped merrily.
"On the other hand, the average white measurement was 5 inches in length, 4.75 in girth." The other whites and I were humiliated in front of our closest female friends, and proven sexually inferior as a race. Still erect and horny, I began to masturbate with my head hanging toward the ground.
"Just give up, Jack, it's not going to get any bigger," she said. The girls and the blacks all laughed and I put my hand down at my side. I glanced around. Not only were all of the blacks bigger than me, but all of the whites were, too. "Jack here scored lowest in both categories, but most notably in girth, with about a smaller circumference than an unplumped hot dog." Everyone laughed even harder as I clenched my eyes shut and felt the hot wetness of tears on my cheeks.
The girls began to crowd around the football players, leaving us whites alone in our offense. We couldn't talk to each other, or even look at each other. After the women ushered the blacks out of the room and closed the door, we could hear loud sounds of sexual ecstasy. Though 5 different women were always screaming in near constant orgasm, soon I could hear Amelia's squeals distinctly.
I opened the door a crack and peeked in, and the lineman I'd argued with earlier was on his knees behind her, fucking her doggy style. They were facing away from me and I watched in humiliating amazement as he took long strokes, making her shudder in orgasm over and over. Every time he pulled part way out, her inner folds clung to the incredible thickness of his cock to be pulled out of her pussy a short way before being pushed back in. As I wastched her being fucked by a man who I could never hope to compete with and listened to her screams of pleasure I closed my eyes tight and masturbated furiously, and a single tear rolling down my face, ejaculated in seconds.
Over the next few hours, the girls trickled back into the living room, flushed and sweaty with huge grins of absolute satisfaction. When Amelia returned she gave me a huge hug and snuggled up against me. When she noticed that I was shaking with silent sobs, she looked up at me with a surprised and worried look on her face. She led my by the hand over to a couch and sat me down. "I understand, Jack. I'm sorry I made you feel jealous."
She began kissing me, and the longing I'd felt for years finally got to take over. I pushed her onto her back and ripped off her clothes. I slid off my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. A split second after I could see again, it was gone, but right after I got the shirt off I could see Amelia furrowing her brow and staring at my skinny cock in disappointment.
"Size doesn't matter, Amelia, just like you said earlier," I assured her, hoping to God that it was true even though I knew in my heart and mind that it could not possibly be. She laid down and I moved my cock toward her, frankly, gaping vagina.
Her eyes were locked onto mine and I pushed myself forward, sliding effortlessly into her. From the look in her eye, effortlessly and meaninglessly. There was no resistance whatsoever. I couldn't even feel her walls on me.
I tried and tried, every position I could think of, fucking fast and hard from different angles, trying to evoke any response at all, but I couldn't give her the slightest pleasure. She sighed loudly in exasperation. I got her down into doggy style, mimicing the black man that I'd witnessed giving her so much pleasure, and I pushed myself in. I pulled out again, noticing that the phenomenon I'd noticed earlier of the innfer folds being pulled out was definitely not happening with me. I pushed back in.
"Is it in yet?" Amelia asked impatiently. I began crying and pounding away at her as fast as I could, in frustration and offense, and my eyes shut tight and my jaw clenched.
"I bet you wish you had a real man's cock like the football players, don't you Jack? It really feels unfair, doesn't it? They can make women cum with no effort, simply by virtue of their big, fat cocks. You, though, you work and work for nothing. I can't even feel your skinny little pencil dick inside me." I heard laughter and opened my eyes to find that we were being watched by most of my female school friends, along with two of the football players. They were all laughing, and two of the other white boys were standing slightly behind them, jerking their tiny dicks.
My head was spinning. I couldn't believe that my best friend was saying such terrible things to me. I couldn't believe that my cock was so far inferior to others. I couldn't believe that all of my friends would soon know about my pathetic little dick. I threw my head back and came into Amelia as the crowd applauded sarcastically.
As soon as I got up the naked football captain walked over and looked me up and down with contempt. Amelia,still on all fours said, "please, I need to get fucked by a real man, something I can actually feel!" He stroked his cock from semi- to full erection, got on his knees, and stuck the head into the pussy that I'd fucked for almost an hour without effect. She moaned loudly, and by the time he was halfway in she screamed in her first orgasm, followed closely by a second.
"Every time he has sex, pencil-dick," said the head cheerleader. "Think about it, it's so much better for him every single time he has sex for his entire life than it is for you."
My head drooped as the girls, many of them my friends, taunted me and poked at my tiny pink dick, which was beginning to harden again. The fact that I was enjoying this conspicuous sexual inferiority made me feel like even less of a man, still. Behind me, I could hear Amelia screaming, "I love you! I love you!" to the black man, or more likely, to his cock.
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