"Ummmbaby, you the wrinkle in my eye, BURP, you light me up like a catfish's gills, liga chicken book," slurred Dan. Apparently turned on by whatever was meant by such nonsense, the naked woman moaned and told him, "You're so romantic, put it in me, catfish!"
Peter found himself getting closer legs, mentally giggling but then snapping out of his own drunken stupor long enough to realize something was wrong. Aren't full-body humans supposed to do something before they use their sex organs like this? Something like ... oh yeah! They need to use something made of rubber to help stop each other from getting diseases or getting pregnant before they are ready. But Peter's rubbing up against the lady's thighs already, he's still entirely naked, and it doesn't look like he's going to be outside of Dan's sex partner for much longer. Is Dan really that careless with his manly parts when he's drunk? Is he really going to abandon Peter in a strange environment with out a second thought?
Yes, yes he was. Peter could feel Dan's heartbeat quicken, getting more excited as the foreplay kept heating up. Peter couldn't help it, he was just as aroused as Dan was, he was spitting up precum as quickly as he could get it out. They were both so drunk on Dan's alcohol-tainted bloodstream that it was hard to care about anything beyond the present moment. But they had both been taught better than this, since before either of them went through puberty! As much as he was aching to take a ride through the love tunnel, so to speak, Peter was also afraid of what might be in there. What if he broke out in a rash or something? Had Dan done this before, what if he already had HVI or something? Could this girl end up dying because of him?
Helpless to make this stop, he went ahead and did his best to stand tall and try to enjoy the ride. 'My brother needs me at my best if he's going to keep impressing this bombshell,' thought Peter. He didn't have all that many jobs as a penis, and he felt like it was his personal responsibility to do them well. It was altruistic thought, the proper attitude of a body part, but it was also hard to stifle his own more selfish thoughts about why his brother wouldn't take better care of him. It got easier when he realized anything that happened to him would basically be happening to Dan, too. They both knew the risks, but the choice was Dan's and so were the consequences. Peter mentally took a deep breath and got ready to be plunged in.
Peter almost forgot why this was an idea when he found himself in a dark chamber, feeling both heartbeats at once--Dan's and this female's. He wondered if this is what being a fetus felt like. The hot woman's interior flesh caressed him from all sides like the warmest and most complete hug he'd ever been given in his life. Peter was starting to think maybe Dan was right about this! Surely this was what nature intended. What could be a more perfect place for a penis than directly inside a vagina, feeling everything it was supposed to feel, helping a man to feel everything a man was supposed to feel? He stiffened himself up further and did his best to pull his own weight during the sex act, listening to the loud rush of blood all around him and the ringing out of moans from vocal cords high above.
Peter wondered if this woman was going to get pregnant after all. Sure, it might not be good for Dan's college career, but it was a flattering thought. If Dan wanted a baby, Peter had the power to give him one. Or at least, he could cooperate with the nearby testicles to make it happen. Soon all of the parties involved had reached such a high plateau of sexual pleasure that Peter could tell he was about to give these two interlocking bodies what they both wanted, for better or for worse. He felt a warm, wet pressure rise up in him, and he did his best to hold it in for even an instant, just to make Dan's pleasure last a little longer (he knew the point of return had been reached and neither could turn back now). Then Peter squeezed his innards and gave this cutie the best eruption of cum he could muster, trusting her vagina and cervix to take it form there. 'Dan had better be appreciating this,' Peter thought, still somewhat thinking of the sacrifices they could both be making in this drunk moment of passion. A roaring masculine moan vibrated into the walls the chamber, making Peter feel tremendously appreciated. 'I sure hope it was worth it, buddy,' thought Peter, softening. 'For both of us.'