My best friend at the time, who we’ll call Clyde, and I had been close friends since the first year of high school. Clyde was a good friend, but because he was also bi, there was a little sexual tension from both ends. That night we were at Clyde's house, with a friend, Tintin. Tintin was someone I had vaguely known from school, but we only really started hanging out in recent years after grad. Clyde and I are about the same height, with him a bit taller, and Tintin is a good foot taller than the both of us.
Clyde is just a little chubby, while Tintin has always been kind of a gym rat so it he skinny, but a bit more muscular than me. So, back to the story. Tintin, Clyde, and I were drinking at Clyde's. Clyde and I are on his bed and Tintin is in a chair beside us. Clyde's parents had gone away for the week. They traveled often, and when ever they did Clyde would have some people over so we could get drunk and smoke weed inside his house. When we were lucky, we would convince him to throw a party but that night it was just the three of us. We were in his living room, and it was getting late so we were all pretty drunk. The game we had been streaming from his laptop to the TV was over and Clyde was, as usual, the most intoxicated of us all. Even an off night was a go night for him. The topic of conversation had gotten sexual as we talked about some past conquests. Tintin was talking about his then girlfriend, when Clyde said he had been on a bit of a dry spell. Tintin made a joke that it was probably because he had a small dick and girls could tell. Then Clyde replied that his was probably bigger than Tintin’s. Given Tintin's height I was inclined to disagree. We started teasing Tintin for projecting, and he threatened to pull it out to prove us wrong. I was kind of turned on at the thought of it, but I played it cool.
Clyde said that Tintin was gay for even suggesting that but then I made a comment about how my ex-girlfriend compared breasts with all her friends and she was straight. They almost seemed to think that was reasonable, judging by the awkward pause, so I followed it by saying it probably wouldn’t be a contest given Tintin’s height. It came out as a joke, but part of me was hoping Clyde was drunk enough to be encouraged by the offense. Tintin chimed in and said that I was definitely smaller than both of them so I couldn’t talk. In the pause after, the atmosphere had changed drastically. I sensed some sexual tension among my friends. I started to get hard in my pants as I tried to imagine Tintin's cock. Clyde and I were close so I had seen him soft a few times (he seemed kind of small but I guess he could be a grower). Being drunk and horny, my mind wandered to the fantasy of Tintin putting Clyde to shame with his size. I wanted this to happen. With the topic not changing, and the drinks still flowing, I said that I’d bet them each $20 dollars that I’m bigger then they are. I tried to say it in the least serious way possible so I could back out if it went no where but ridicule. I’m just above average in size at 6 inches, so I wasn't that confident in the bet, but obviously I had other motivations. Tintin laughed, and Clyde asked me almost immediately if we were doing hard or soft. “Hard, I guess.” I was still trying to sound as disinterested as possible.
Tintin was still seated, but I noticed his hand had come to rest on his own crotch. “I’ll take that deal.” he laughed. “That’s easy money. I'm blessed." Clyde immediately called bullshit on that. After some more back and forth between us all, and Tintin insisting he was at least 8 inches, I said that there is no point in arguing because we aren’t going to pay each other because of what we say we are. Tintin asked if this bet was for real. He was obviously very confident, being taller than us both, and I was very curious to see how big he actually was. We kept coming back to how girls compared breasts, and that this was no different – and to them, I’m sure it was. My cock was rock hard in anticipation when I realized this was actually happening, but with Tintin being straight (as far as I knew) he said he would need encouragement. Clyde gave us all blankets to cover ourselves and streamed some porn to his TV. It was a brunette chick riding a well endowed man in cowgirl, her pink butt hole peaking out as her cheeks bounced back and forth in his hands. Clyde commented his approval of her, but the sound of them undoing their belts and jeans had me struggling not to look over at them. I could hear Clyde on the couch beside me, the sound of his hand stroking himself under the blanket. My cock sprang out of my pants under the blanket, and I dared not stroke it. I just focused on not appearing as turned on as I actually was, which just turned me on more. Tintin's breathing had increased next to me and I stole a glance at his now bouncing blanket bulge, he was definitely bigger than me. After a few minutes, Tintin spoke out and asked if we were ready then we all stood up – my stomach was churning with anxiety. Still holding the blankets in front of ourselves we counted down from three and dropped them. As soon as I released my blanket, I looked over to see Clyde’s dick spring out from behind it. It was proportional, slender and long with a slight curve upward. His pubic hair matted under his clenched fist. Almost the same length as me, about 5 inches, but definitely thicker. My mouth was watering at the sight of it. I looked up at Clyde and he looked to my own cock for a second before we both turned to a triumphant Tintin. He cheering himself on about easy money and how he told us so. I was in awe. Tintin’s cock was beautiful.
