Similarly, Ethan's Thursday was less eventful than anticipated, but filled with anxiety he wasn't used to. After an odd night of sleeping in unfamiliar positions, he went to school wearing a voluminous hoodie and the bra Haylee provided. Keeping the anticipation for when he got to share it with Lucas, he barely even glanced at himself putting the garment on, and did it mostly by touch. Haylee's estimation had been decent, though it was slightly smaller than ideal and too snug for his liking. Still, the tightness minimised his profile more and kept everything locked down, preventing jiggling.
Eric gave it his approval while they ate breakfast, noting that the loose and largely shapeless hoodie further decreased the chance of anyone seeing. It was exactly the type of clothing some students would commonly wear when they had a really bad cold too, matching the cover story Lucas was giving to the swim team.
Also, the younger Morales was doing exactly as the older had said -- continuing with their previous swap uninterrupted and going to school with his oversized pride and joy.
For Ethan, this meant two things to hide instead of one, and although he managed to avoid dwelling on it during the morning and lunch because he could spend time around Lucas, the afternoon was a different story. Left more to his own devices, he couldn't help but think about it nearly constantly, and the situation made his heart pound.
What would everyone think if they saw him -- Ethan Morales, the famously well-hung, fit, and masculine pool star -- unclothed?
What would they say if they saw him with breasts and a tiny cock?
As he progressed through the later afternoon classes, he repeatedly kept imagining himself attending naked, but without anybody openly reacting. Instead it was whispered comments between other students, judgmental glances, muttered insults, and muted laughter. Every time he would visualise getting up to cross the classroom for some reason, and every time there would be several dozen eyes staring at his wobbling chest and little floppy dick, the hushed snickering like background music as he walked between the rows of students.
The final bell was a relief, and Ethan couldn't decide whether the thrill was too overbearing and distressing, or a new level that he might adjust to. Regardless, he wasted no time escaping to pick up Eric and head home.
The brothers didn't make much small talk beyond the basic. Eric was tired and not in the mood for it, while Ethan was ready to remove the bra as soon as he could. It had done the job during the day, but he'd been wearing it too long and was ready to be free and put on something more comfortable. As soon as they were inside and Ethan reached his room, he dumped his bag, locked the door, and removed the outer layers.
Then, with more delicacy, he unclipped the bra and shrugged it free from his chest.
Much better!
The release of pressure felt REALLY good, and Ethan sighed in relief at finally being uncaged. He had to admit that girls went through a lot of annoying crap that guys didn't have to, and he kinda admired that. Pondering it, he stripped off his pants and sat on his bed in just his boxers, and without thinking he brought his left hand up to touch the underside base of his breasts. The tissue was sore, and Ethan continued to distractedly rub it while his mind drifted. The satisfaction coming from his fingertips was immense, but it took only a moment to realise his left hand was doing more than just easing his tender flesh.
It had wandered up and was lightly massaging back and forth over the full fatty tissue beneath each nipple.
Ethan paused in total embarrassment at what he was doing before ... slowly, oh so slowly ...
...
... he continued.
Licking his lips with a twinge of self-inflicted nerves, Ethan lay back on his bed, his right hand slipping his boxers down and off, before jumping straight back to his groin. His little thin penis had gone fully hard, and he began to touch it in tune with the left hand's squeezing. The soft and silky texture of the skin was incredible, and Ethan could only stare down along his own naked form as he played, taking in the combined imagery of what both hands were doing.
A toned fit teenaged male body, in great shape.
One hand playing with an amazing pair of generously sized tits, whose soft flesh felt heavenly to touch, and be touched.
The other hand jerking a babycock between finger and thumb that was short, stiff, sensitive, and almost unbearably tight.
He couldn't help it -- Ethan let out a moan, reveling in the weird freaky shape of his body. He was a mishmash of sex and gender characteristics, and nothing seemed more perfectly horny than how he appeared in that moment. The left's fingers were roaming to the upper side, then between the two, and circling round again, while his right diligently slipped up and down the double-inch journey from base to tip, over and over. He was doing his best to prolong it, to edge himself and stay in the zone just a little longer without losing it. Ethan was making it last, teasing on the electric mix of sensations further, until ... with no warning, his penis suddenly swelled and enlarged to its full original size.
"Oh, yeeeeaaaaaah!" He couldn't stop another drawn-out moan, the surge of masculine energy pushing him all the way. His newly restored cock jolted, and then exploded in a powerful orgasm. Twitching and spasming, the huge rock-solid shaft began to spray all over his upper body.
Again and again, the liquid was splattering across his skin, more than a dozen a times before his dick slowed and finally subsided into stillness. Calming himself, Ethan caught his breath, his eyes unthinkingly rising to look across the room, and happening to land on the mirror and his reflection.
Face red. Monster cock lying along his stomach like a softening fat snake, in a slick of jizz. Thick ropes of cum criss-crossing all the way from his midriff, across his breasts, to his shoulders. Viscous, copious strings of it, as if a pressurised mayo bottle had been emptied onto his chest.
Ethan stared at himself.
He could see -- and feel -- the lines of sperm deforming where they ran over his quivering breasts, as they rose and fell with his breathing. Blobs of it separated and oozed downward, following the curve of his feminine flesh in sticky trails.
He looked like something out of fetish porn.
Dropping his head back to the pillow, he gave a 'hmm' of contentment.
"Well, that was fun," Ethan murmured to himself, relaxed and gazing at the ceiling. "Though, I should probably take a shower."
Unfortunately, just moving to get a towel was going to be a challenge without soaking the bedsheets in his own prodigious output. The nearest one was on a laundry pile a few feet away across the room.
"Oops." He chuckled. "Guess I should have thought ahead before painting the town white."
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Eric was a few minutes into his math homework when he ran into some questions he didn't properly understand. He didn't normally have too much trouble with the subject, but the teacher had given them a few tougher equations to solve, and it was testing his ability. He'd even swapped back to his original little dick, not wanting the distraction of his prized possession while he did the work.
It was difficult to think about much else when he was carrying it around, and he was disciplined enough by now to separate serious time from play time.
Still, he needed help, and he wasn't about to look for his father -- if the man was even home, nevermind sober -- when someone far more reliable was just a wall or two away.
Eric slipped out of his room and was heading for his brother's, when Ethan rounded the corner from the bathroom. Not having heard or seen Eric -- the younger brother had a small profile and was noiselessly barefoot on the hallway carpet -- Ethan strolled along to his bedroom door. He stood for a few seconds, juggling the clothing that he was carrying into a better position so he could get a hand free to turn the handle. On instinct, Eric ducked out of sight behind the hallway side table.
There was a very simple reason for this: Ethan was shirtless.
Fresh from the shower, he had only a towel around his waist and nothing else, just like the typical guy after taking a soak.
Very unlike any guy however, was his top half.
It was one thing to see the outline of it underneath a hoodie or jacket in a vague sort of shape without any definition, but it was entirely another when it was unclothed skin, free to the air.
It didn't matter that they were attached to his older brother. What mattered was that they were Haylee's boobs, and he was getting to see them NAKED.
Peeking over the table's edge, he stared, awestruck, as Ethan finally got a grip on the handle, pushed it open, and went inside. Every detail Eric committed to memory as he watched: how round and perky they were, that they lightly jiggled with body movements, the stray droplets of water trailing down the sides, the plump rosy nipples and how the skin seemed so very soft and smooth.
He was mesmerised.
The second the door closed, Eric was scooting back down the hallway to his own room and through the door, homework 100% forgotten about as he sought out where he'd hidden the ring in a box inside a drawer.
"Need my real cock. Need it now." He muttered to himself, his heart beating super fast, and he wasted no time, performing the swap immediately. With more than a little juvenile eagerness and desperation, as soon as he felt the joyous tingle of his junk expanding to its rightful size, he was pulling down his pants. It was already stiffening, and Eric bent down and promptly stuffed the top few inches of the rapidly hardening penis into his mouth. He wasn't presently energetic and limber enough to take it all the way, so his right stroked up and down the heated shaft, while the left tickled and squeezed the oversized plums where they rested on his thighs.
"She's really pretty! They look so amazing," he thought. "So good!" The only thing on his excited 11-year-old mind was Haylee's teasing flirtatious voice from the one time they'd talked, overlaid against the mental imagery of her beautiful pair of soft round tits, lightly jiggling as if specially animated just for him alone. More and more, he was understanding why men and older boys liked them, though he knew he was still a little young to completely get why.
"I wonder what it's like to touch them?" The idea excited Eric even more, and for some reason he was thinking about the nipples and what it would be like to put them in his mouth. Frantically jacking, his lips suckling on his sensitive swollen glans, the next thought was of dick, sliding into the cleavage.
Specifically HIS dick, all ten and a half teenage inches of it, gliding between that silky heaven of feminine flesh.
"Mrrmmmmphh!" The explosion caught him off guard, coming from nowhere, and he was blasting with such force that he couldn't begin properly taking it. Normally he had his cock parked well down his throat so the mess all went straight into the stomach -- but here he was being flooded. Pushing it free from his lips, Eric coughed and tried not to inhale, while the massive rod spasmed, cum jetting out of it like a fountain all over his face and shirt.
"Ethan is so lucky he gets to swap with her." He started wiping his face as the borrowed penis finally calmed down and began to soften. The residue was thick and sticky and all over his hands, his lap, his tee, his neck, his chin and nose, even in his hair and eyelashes. Eric giggled. "Ugh. What a mess. Maybe I need to take a shower too."
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Friday was similar to Thursday. Ethan navigated the same perils of class, deliberately avoiding social interactions and pretending to still be unwell. He caught up with Lucas in the middle of the day, and in the mid afternoon when they free study time, Haylee found them. School was going to be out early because of PTA meetings anyhow, but they had some time to kill first. She took them to one of the unused club rooms where they could talk with a little privacy -- places that were normally sealed away from the student body, but Haylee had access to through her aunt's role in the school admin office -- and they got comfortable on a couple of the lounge couches.
Ethan wasn't sure what to expect from her, given that they hadn't spoken since the deal was struck, and Lucas also seemed curious about how she had fared so far.
Any concern though, was completely unneeded.
"I'm absolutely fucking fantastic, thanks for asking." Haylee held her arms open, as if inviting them to inspect her, and neither of them could see a thing out of place. She was wearing a somewhat more conservative top than normal, along with a a medium length skirt. Her chest appeared unchanged from before the deal had occurred, and if it wasn't for Ethan knowing the truth, he wouldn't have suspected anything.
"Check this out, though." She lifted the skirt hem, spreading her legs a little in a male pose. Underneath, instead of panties, she was wearing roomy boyshort briefs, which were sporting a clear bulge. "Got a weapon stashed down here." She smirked. "Never know when you might need to ... shoot at somebody, am I right?"
"You're just walking around like that?" Lucas gaped. "All it'll take is a gust of wind, or somebody tripping you up, and everything is exposed. Aren't you worried?"
"Nah. Not even the dumbest bitches on the cheer squad are game to mess with me. I'm nobody's target." She dropped the skirt back in place. "Are you missing your little buddy Sorensen? We've been spending SO much quality time together. Urinals are a convenience I never knew I needed before this."
"You're using the boy's room at school?" Lucas was in disbelief. "How has someone NOT caught you yet?"
"Oh, relax. I know how to pick my moments. I'm not gonna pee any old place and time, just like I'm not gonna jerk off with the door wide open. Which, by the way, is really addictive. I found this grip-and-slide combo that's seriously fucking amazing. Hits all the right spots on the upstroke." She looked at Ethan. "Does yours normally make a lot of mess too?"
Lucas started to interject, but she swiftly cut him off with a comment and a wink.
"Not now sweetheart, the men are talking."
He stopped and went red, and Ethan couldn't help chuckling in amusement before answering.
"Dealing with mess is part of the game. Just like this." He gestured to his hoodie, engineered to obscure what was beneath. "It's been interesting so far. I'm looking forward to enjoying them more later though. We're going to the beach after school."
"Oh! Are you gonna show your girlfriend a good time?" She looked back to Lucas, who appeared like he wanted to say something, but his expression made it obvious that he couldn't argue, because Haylee wasn't technically wrong. "Because seems like he needs to unbunch his panties. Perhaps literally."
"Well, anyways, just glad you're enjoying yourself." Ethan added.
"That's putting it mildly." She shrugged. "So, the beach, huh?"
"Yeah." Lucas answered her. "We wanted to make use of the early finish today and go somewhere, sorta like a date. The beach seemed interesting, so ... "
Haylee held back a laugh, and they both looked at her as if to say 'what's so funny?', so she followed it up with: "I can't imagine you two going anywhere so public in your current condition. I mean, you think I'm taking risks like this, but with tits? You won't even need a gust of wind to be seen. What, are you gonna be in super-incognito mode the whole time, dressed up in three extra layers?"
The boys glanced at each other, and a steely look of determination crossed Ethan's face before he answered.
"We can do it. We can handle the beach."
"Yep." Lucas added, though his vocal tone didn't quite match Ethan's confidence. "Totally."
Just then, the bell rang, and the three of them stood.
"Okay, then good luck." She pushed Lucas' shoulder. "Just watch where all that sand goes, kitten. Trust me, if it gets in the wrong places, it ain't any fun."
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Ethan's choice was of the least busy out of the public beaches nearby, and since it was fairly close, it didn't take long to drive. There were a decent few people but it wasn't too crowded, and they got out of the car with their things to look for a secluded spot. Still, Ethan's heart was pounding and it was not least because of what they were wearing.
He had on Haylee's bikini top under his shirt, which was a little tighter than it would have been on her, due to his male proportions combining with the female enhancement to create a marginally larger bust size than expected. He had to admit, the tightness resulted in a shape that looked surprisingly good, but he nervously kept their towels close to disguise it as they navigated across the sand.
Lucas, on the other hand, was fine completely shirtless -- which was nothing unusual by Ethan's estimation, as Lucas always looked great that way anyhow -- but instead he was wearing the bikini bottoms beneath Haylee's sarong. The sarong itself was made of a filmy material that was partially see-through, and while it wasn't immediately obvious to the casual observer, if anyone stared too closely, the complete lack of anything explicitly male could easily be noticed.
So, they took their time finding a quieter stretch of sand, and after laying out a blanket and getting a small umbrella set up, Ethan very tentatively double-checked to make sure the nearest beachgoers were not watching, before he sat next to Lucas and delicately removed his shirt.
"You know, even though I'm not normally into them, objectively I can appreciate the aesthetic of a nice pair of boobs, but ... on you, in particular?" Lucas nodded approvingly from next to Ethan, his gaze roaming over the shape of the bikini top. "They honestly look ... amazing. Like, really. I never thought I'd like them on a guy. Haylee's right to take pride, she has fantastic breasts."
Buoyed by Lucas' encouragement and the fact that nobody within visual seemed to be paying attention, Ethan didn't reply, and instead, his heart going rapidfire, he slowly reached behind and undid the bikini too.
The cups came off with a light pull, and he felt the open air on them, the caressing breeze generating butterflies that seemed to dance with his heartbeat.
Out, free, and in the open.
"You're braver than me." Lucas stared intently for a few seconds, his admiration and interest very obvious, before picking up the sunscreen. "But let's not forget UV protection. We don't want your girls to get burned, right?"
Without hesitation, he was in front of Ethan and then slathering cool liquid across skin. Though it wasn't a task that needed much real effort, Lucas went deliberately slow, and the ulterior motive was clear. His fingertips rubbing lotion on every square millimetre of smooth spongy feminine tissue were overly thorough and the contact intensely erotic. Ethan immediately felt the blood flow increase, and since Eric had thoughtfully donated the big cock to his older brother until at least the following morning, Ethan was treated to it luxuriously plumping and expanding until it formed a massive tent in his swim shorts from the treatment. He just sat there, a little dazed at the sensations, enjoying himself far too much as Lucas painstakingly and diligently massaged sunscreen into every last part of his tits. From sides, to beneath, to the electric fun of his nipples, he reveled in the doting care of his boyfriend's touch, the proof in the strained mountain of fabric at his crotch.
"Okay," he breathed, his erection starting to get the better of him, "that's enough." With a flourish, he took the lotion then tugged the sarong free from Lucas' and pulled it away. "Lie on your stomach. It's your turn."
Obedient, Lucas did as asked, and settled into position. This time it was the thighs and butt, which were hardly covered at all by the bikini bottom. Giving the same service back, Ethan took his time kneading and rubbing and smoothing lotion all over -- the lower back, the inner thighs, and both cheeks. He made sure to make it as sensual as Lucas had done for him, and it didn't take long before Ethan's own horniness and general knowledge of anatomy was enough to realise that Lucas was definitely feeling it too.
Just as intended.
Ethan gently pulled his boyfriend up again, coaxing him into a sitting position. He hugged Lucas from behind like they were cuddling, his breasts smooshing against Lucas' upper back, head over the shoulder, and he put his arms around the waist.
"So, I've got some experience with making girls satisfied," Ethan whispered into the ear, "and I'm gonna give you the best time."
His right hand slid inside the bikini bottom, and then his fingers went down below.
Lucas breathed in sharply.
For Ethan, it was a familiar experience -- he had masturbated girls before, usually as a prelude to actual sex. After all, he didn't want to hurt them through lack of preparation, as he knew very well how uncomfortable it could be when the body wasn't ready for something his size. Today was little different, and although the vagina was attached to a guy instead, the mechanics of it were still exactly the same.
His fingers ran up and down, rubbing along the slit. Lucas was already quite wet, and it was all the easier to begin working first one, then a second digit in. He started shallow, but slowly pushed in more each time, easing them in further and further. Ethan could hear the breathing pick up, the little pants Lucas was giving as the fingerfucking went deeper. His thumb was stroking the sensitive hard nub, and Ethan had gone super stiff from all the feminine sounds and physical reactions, his sizable erection sandwiched firmly between his stomach and Lucas' lower back.
"Ohh, Ethan!" Lucas moaned.
"Is that good, baby?" He was jacking almost the length of his fingers into the wet warmth, a slow in-out that matched his thumb's rubbing motion to take advantage of all the sensations. "Do you like it?"
"Y-Yeah." The response was breathless, and Ethan felt Lucas quivering from his touch, proof that it was working. Under his free left hand, Ethan could feel Lucas' abs -- tight, but flexing and relaxing from what he was experiencing -- and the disparity between the mostly-male physique responding to the very-female stimulation was a huge turnon. Pistoning his fingers faster, he focused his lust-filled thoughts on hitting the right spots.
"Ethan, I- .. I'm-" Lucas gasped.
There was no more warning, and he was shuddering, his sex squeezing Ethan's fingers in rapid pulses, breath heavy, liquid gushing onto Ethan's hand.
With some care, he extracted his digits from inside his boyfriend, allowing a chance to catch some air and calm down.
"Okay, if that's just your fingers," Lucas managed between breaths, "then your reputation makes a LOT more sense now."
"Never really knew I had that much of one before all this stuff happened." Ethan half mumbled it, still hugging Lucas from behind. "One thing is for sure, I really want to prove it's true to you though. Like ... REALLY really."
They could both feel it -- the long, thick, rock-solid erection that was pressed tightly between the two, matched only in sexual ferocity by Ethan's nipples, which were almost hard enough to cut diamond.
"You will. I want you to." Lucas turned around in Ethan's embrace, the breasts jiggling for a moment before mashing against his chest in a pleasantly sensual way. He gave Ethan a quick kiss on the lips. "Let's go for a swim first though, and make the most of the afternoon here. Then later?" He slipped a hand down and wrapped it around the obscene fabric-encased tent of Ethan's cock. "I'll do my best to be the girl and make this thing satisfied, and ... you can show me your magic."
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It was early evening when they returned, after swimming in the sea, sunbathing, stopping for some food from a vendor stall, and then finally driving back. Nobody had bothered them, with the pair staying successfully unnoticed apart from a couple of odd glances. No-one said anything to them though, and soon they were at Ethan's place. He was praying his father wasn't home, and was rewarded with an effectively empty house; the old man absent entirely, and Eric having deliberately shut himself in his room.
He was giving them space, and by Ethan's judging, that made Eric the smartest and most sex-aware 11 year old on the planet.
He showed Lucas into his room, and then ducked out to the bathroom to splash some fresh water on his face. A part of him couldn't believe he'd finally invited somebody home. With girls, sex had always happened somewhere else -- not that he had slept with many -- and never on his own turf. The fact that this was a guy was one thing, but that it was occurring in his own private space was another altogether.
Regardless, he wanted it.
Returning back to his room, he was greeted with a sight that shocked him initially, and then ... it absolutely excited him.
Lucas was sitting on the bed, legs tucked under himself in a comfortable kneel. His toned swimmer's body was just as wonderfully masculine and streamlined as Ethan's own, but he was wearing nothing except for the lace panties that Haylee had left for exactly this kind of situation. The intricate material was flimsy and nearly transparent, and it cupped his ass and followed the inward curve of his crotch, highlighting the bare femininity in a way that was mouthwatering.
In a flash, Ethan was crossing the room, removing his shirt, bra, and pants, before climbing on top of his bed, and his boyfriend, Lucas reclining onto his back in tandem with Ethan's advance.
"Does it feel weird that our first time will be ... hetero sex?"
"Nope." Ethan's straining cock was more interested in the fact that the pussy was on Lucas, than just that it was pussy at all. "The only thing that matters is that it's with you."
Also, technically, since it was Haylee's, he had first hand knowledge of what was best.
"Now, let me show you." With one arm supporting him as he hovered over Lucas, he used the other to pull the lingerie down, sliding it along the thighs and down to the ankles.
Pressing in close, he felt Lucas' arms go around his shoulders, and as Ethan lowered himself closer, the legs went up and around his waist. They began to kiss, the head of his cock bumping against the lips, which were already soaked.
Ready.
Slowly, he began to push inside, and the sensation of a tight heat squeezing him, enveloping his shaft, was better than he remembered. Lucas moaned softly into Ethan's mouth through the make-out, their tongues rubbing together, hands clutching at Ethan's shoulder blades as more cock slid in. He was relaxed as possible, the beach having taught him enough, and he pulled himself even closer to Ethan, forcing another couple of inches of that prized monster where he wanted it to go.
It took a minute to get fully inside and acclimated, and once they were, Ethan paused, breaking their kissing. They gazed into each other's eyes for a few moments, giving a chance to adjust, before Lucas gave a slight nod of permission, and Ethan started to move.
Not too quick, not too rough, Ethan's pushing and pulling motion was smooth, firm, deliberate. The breasts brushing back and forth over his chest was an added sensory bonus for Lucas, and it melded with the gliding heat of that impressive penis rubbing every single good spot as it went in and out. It was a glorious combination of male and female, and Lucas was lightheaded at the fact that he was getting to experience *this* kind of intimacy with the boy he had been crushing on since the day they met. He could only focus on that hot, hard, thick piece of masculinity, how Ethan's modesty hid that he was exactly the stud his reputation said he was, and how he really knew what to do with every inch of it.
It was minutes of tangled lips, of his knees and ankles locked about Ethan's midriff, of the rising and falling invasive pleasure that forced involuntarily whimpers and gasps from him, before the sensations rose to a crescendo. At nearly the same moment, he felt Ethan go even harder, longer, thicker, and with a last push, he buried himself all the way in. Lucas trembled, and then with an ecstatic burst that seemed to pulse outward through his body, he let go. His pussy was gripping and squeezing in time with the orgasmic waves, and the cock exploded, flooding Lucas' insides with an inundation of cum.
They lay there for a bit afterwards, still joined together, lazily kissing in the afterglow, before Ethan slowly withdrew his softening cock, the slickened texture of it making Lucas shiver in a newfound appreciation as it left his body.
"So," Ethan murmured, looking up at the ceiling as he settled on his back next to Lucas, "did I match my reputation? Because I like you a lot, and this is the first time I've cared about living up to expectations."
"Live up to it?" Lucas laughed, and leaned in to kiss Ethan's cheek, his voice lowering. "I don't want to *be* a girl, but ... if anyone had a chance to convince me, it's you. Today's performance didn't live up to expectations, it surpassed them completely -- not only 'cause you were that good, but also because ... I really like you too."
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They slept in on Saturday morning, having gotten a good night's rest after the exercise of the day's activities. The first thing Lucas heard was his phone buzz as it received a notification, and he sleepily sat up, rubbing his eyes.
Next to him, Ethan was still fast asleep, the covers halfway down his naked body, and to Lucas' momentary shock -- and amusement -- his boyfriend had a tiny thin two-inch case of the morning wood, Eric having swapped them back at some point earlier in the morning.
He had only openly seen Ethan with Eric's cock before briefly, but what would have been a jarring sight was oddly cute, and even attractive somehow. It didn't matter that Eric's coloration didn't entirely match Ethan's, the little penis still seemed right at home, as if it belonged there, a thought that didn't really logically make sense.
Not dwelling on it, Lucas got up, grabbing his phone as he made his way out of the bedroom and along to the bathroom. Closing the door, he swiped away the social media notifications until he saw the most recent couple of messages, which were from Haylee.
Both had pictures attached. The first said: 'Morning girls! Missing me?' as the caption for a downskirt pic of her soft cock.
"Very funny," he muttered, "because it's my cock and I'm literally missing it. Haylee, you smartass bitch."
Then the second, more recent one, from just a couple minutes ago that read: 'Awake yet? I'm ... already UP!' followed by a pic of the same, except over the skirt waistband, fully hard, and with her hand wrapped around it.
"Dick pics? Seriously?" Lucas stared at the images, feeling oddly emasculated by her humour, and also a little sore from the fun of the previous night. Vaguely, he wondered if Haylee had overworked his cock as much as the workout he'd given her pussy. Either way, he knew he'd find out soon, but until then?
Lucas sighed as put the toilet seat down, before he sat and began to relieve himself.