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Introduction:

Henry is a tall, athletic and hung young man, but maybe not to the extent he believes. When his little sister brings a new friend over, Henry doesn't hesitate to introduce himself. But the new friend, a tiny, cute Asian girl, might prove too much for Henry's masculinity to handle...

“What’s the occasion?” Henry asked, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom.

His little sister, Abby, shot him a quick glance before turning back to the mirror. “I told you yesterday. My friends are coming over.”

“‘Friends’? Like, in plural? I thought Emma was your only friend.”

“Fuck off, Henry,” Abby groaned, continuing to slather her eyelashes in mascara. “I have more friends than you know of.”

“Alright, alright, chill out. So who are the others?”

“There’s only one more. Her name’s Hana.”

“Hannah? Is she hot? Single?”

“Henry, I swear to God, if you hit on her I’m gonna kill you,” Abby said and glared at him with her crystal blue eyes — a trait they both shared.

“Come on, I’m just fuckin’ around.” Pushing his sister’s buttons was always good fun, but to suggest that Henry wasn’t genuinely curious about this new girl would be dishonest. He couldn’t really blame Abby for suspecting as much, given their history.

“Whatever,” Abby said, moving on to lipstick. “It’s not like you have a chance with her anyway.”

“And why is that?”

“Because she isn’t the type to fall for your lame shit.”

“Is that supposed to be a challenge?” Henry said with a cocky expression.

“No, Henry! For once, please just stay away. We just wanna have a girls’ night.”

With a shrug, Henry turned to leave. “Alright. Have fun spending five hours talking about makeup and rom-coms and shit.”

“Suck a dick,” his sister replied.

Henry chuckled and went back to his room. He had intended to spend the evening doing things typical for a Saturday at home: watch a movie, play some video games, half-assedly strum his guitar… But as he closed his bedroom door behind him, his mind shifted to another place, just like the mention of this Hannah had. Perhaps it was because of the dumbbells lying in the corner of the room, asking for a few sets of curls. After all, there was no way he wasn’t going to at least introduce himself to this new girl coming over, and a bit of a muscle pump wouldn’t hurt his first impression.

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“It’s gonna be fine! Stop being so jittery!” Hana practically pranced down the suburban street, her blonde friend lagging behind. It should have been the other way around; Hana had never visited before, and Emma certainly had good reason to be excited.

“How could you know?” Emma asked, visibly sweating. “What if I make things awkward?”

“Then we all drink some more and move on.”

“Yeah, if only it were that simple… If she doesn’t feel the same way, I might screw up our friendship.”

“Oh, shut up,” Hana said, giving Emma a light slap on the shoulder. “This is Abby we’re talking about. She’s not gonna care.”

“I don’t get how you’re so calm. I mean, you’re hoping for pretty much the same thing as me.”

Hana smirked. “Well, I only know him from Abby’s rants and, like, one picture of his face. And she doesn’t know what I’m up to. It’s not like I have much to lose.”

“It’s here, by the way,” Emma said, pointing at the house they were coming up to.

“Lead the way.” Hana followed Emma across the yard to the front door of the two-story, white building. The place was nothing special. It looked practically identical to the long rows of houses on either side of the road. But with the sun setting, and the house’s interior lit up with red, starry light that bled out through the windows, it nonetheless felt like a quintessential setting for a small party, with Abby’s parents being gone for the weekend.

Hana watched as Emma rang the doorbell, and movement could immediately be heard from inside. The door swung open, and a beaming Abby stood there, smiling at the two of them. Hana had never seen her in such attire. She wore a dark, purple dress that almost looked too fancy, at least for a simple get-together with a couple of friends. Likewise, her makeup looked absolutely pristine, from rouge to lipstick. Emma had voiced her insecurities about putting on a dress on account of her being on the chubby side, but Hana still felt as though Emma’s thin blouse and skirt outshone her own outfit. Abby, on the other hand, blew them both out of the water.

“Hey!” Abby said and reached out to hug Emma. “Sorry for making you walk. I didn’t think mom and dad would take the car.”

“As long as you don’t mind that I’m a little sweaty…” Emma said.

“‘Course not. Hey Hana!”

“Hey!” Hana said, meeting Abby in a hug. As always, their size difference made it just a little bit awkward. At four feet ten inches, Hana was several inches shorter than Emma, let alone Abby who stood a good foot taller.

Abby pulled back and stood aside to clear the entrance. “Come in! I made us some drinks to get started!”

“Nice lights,” Hana said as she stepped inside, nodding toward the reddened living room. “You set it up just for today?”

“Yeah! I thought it would look a bit fancy.”

Hana smiled deviously. “I see…”

“What do you mean ‘I see’?” Abby said, playfully imitating Hana’s tone.

“Nothing! A lot of effort is all.” Hana glanced at Emma, who shied away from eye contact.

“Oh, you haven’t seen effort until you’ve tasted the drinks I made.”

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A good 45 minutes had passed since Henry heard the doorbell ring. He had tried to eavesdrop through his bedroom door in between sets of curls, but it had yielded disappointing results. There had been faint murmurs with occasional laughter mixed in, but no discernible words. Taylor Swift’s voice in the background certainly didn’t help. Not that he had any real idea of what he was listening for, but picking up at least a hint of the new girl’s personality would have helped.

Now, as he exited the shower, the time had come to get real. He dried himself off, flexing his biceps in the mirror, admiring the little extra swell his little workout had given them. A full body session would have been called for if he had had the time for it, seeing as how he was planning on going downstairs shirtless. Regardless, he was in good shape and well prepared for what he was setting out to do. Aside from the aforementioned full-body pump, all that was missing was a bit of a tan. He was fine with his light complexion, but at the moment it made him look like he spent just a tad too much time indoors.

It went without saying that he would try to show off his bulge a bit too. Henry knew that he was well above average in that department, having measured more times than he’d like to admit and compared himself to whichever studies seemed most legit. In his 20 years, he had been with three girls, all of whom he had asked what they thought about his manhood, and all of whom had answered that it was perfect. Unfortunately none of them had been interested in a serious relationship. Perhaps one day he would understand women.

With his deodorant, cologne and clothing — gray sweatpants and white socks — taken care of, Henry finally went downstairs. He listened intently to the three girls’ conversation as he approached the living room. Emma was the one speaking at the moment, seeming rather heated in a way that was uncharacteristic of her.

“... And I thought he would take the hint, so I just turned back to the bartender to order something,” she went on.

Henry entered the room, coming up behind the couch where Emma and Abby were sitting. “Hey, Emma,” he said, immediately getting a groan from his sister.

“Hey, Henry,” Emma replied.

Henry looked past the two girls and the coffee table with three colorful, near-luminescent drinks on it, focusing instead on the armchair on the other side. Specifically, at the girl sitting in it. An Asian girl so short that her feet didn’t even reach the floor, and a frame so thin that the chair almost looked like a throne. She looked nothing like Henry had imagined, but she was a cute little thing. She wore shorts and a simple white top, which, while not exactly bulging with femininity, left a lot of her beautiful, golden skin exposed. Raven hair sat atop her head in the form of a little top knot, except two thin tendrils that framed her face; a face from which Henry could almost feel her delicate, sharp features drilling into him.

“Hey, what’s up?” he said, pointing at the girl with a cheeky grin. “Hannah, was it?”

“Hana.”

“Haa-nah,” Henry repeated. Taking her appearance into account, her name made sense. “Is that Japanese?”

“Sure is!” Hana said, smiling. “Means flower.”

“Huh. Fitting name!”

Abby twisted around in her seat toward her brother. “Henry, did you want something?”

“Whoa, Abby. I just wanted to introduce myself, shit!”

“Well, you’ve introduced yourself enough. And put on a fucking shirt.”

Henry snickered. “Alright. Nice to meet you, Hana.”

“You too, Henry,” Hana replied as Henry entered the adjacent kitchen.

Hearing her say his name was strangely exhilarating, as if they were already on friendly terms. Despite the obstacle that was Abby, Henry was happy with the introduction. His shirtless strategy was admittedly a bit of a risk, but Hana seemed to have taken it with nothing but positivity. There was no way he was going to let this opportunity slip. It had been several months since he had gotten laid, and it was getting to him. Living with two loving parents without the need to pay rent was great and all, but it made it difficult to regularly meet up with girls.

“Anyway,” Emma said, continuing her story. “So the guy actually brought out his wallet and was like ‘Lemme get that for you.’ And I just couldn’t believe how dense he was.”

“Boys in a nutshell,” Abby said, louder than was necessary for just her two friends.

“So that’s when you dropped the bomb on him?” Hana asked.

“Yeah. I just looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’m not into men, and he reacted exactly the way you’d think. He scoffed at me and said ‘Why didn’t you just tell me that right away, you fucking dyke?’”

Abby shook her head. “What a fucking loser.”

“He probably doesn’t realize that he turns girls gay mid-conversation,” Hana said, and her two friends promptly broke out in laughter. It was then that Henry came back to the living room, though Hana was the only one to see him coming up behind the couch. In his hand was a six-pack of beer.

“Are you actually lesbian, Emma?” he asked.

Emma’s laughter abruptly ended. “Uh, yeah?”

“Have you ever been with a guy?”

“Henry, get the fuck out of here!” Abby said, looking about to lunge at him over the back of the couch.

“Just gimme a sec. I’m curious.”

“No, I haven’t,” Emma said bluntly.

“Then how do you know if you’re lesbian?” Henry was met with a momentary silence. He looked at Emma with a proud smirk on his face, thinking that he had hit her with a real eye-opener, but it was hard to tell what her stunned expression really meant.

“Oh my fucking god, Henry…” Abby grumbled, facepalming. “That’s not how it works.”

“Well, think about it. How can you decide to become a lesbian without getting some good dick first?”

Hana stared at Henry with pure fascination. His sister clearly despised his presence, but Hana did not. He was obviously dumb as rocks, or just ignorant, or both, but he made for some good entertainment. Besides, he was quite easy on the eyes. Abby’s height had clearly been passed on to him as well, but that put him well over six feet as a male. He also shared Abby’s big, round, intensely blue eyes that dominated both siblings’ facial features, and her glossy, chestnut hair, but his was shorter and slicked back rather than hanging freely. He had a long, boyish and very pretty face without a hint of facial hair, and Hana would have bet money that he secretly wished for a more square jaw or a thicker brow, judging by what little she knew about him as a person. She just hoped there wasn’t a genie around.

Then there was his body. Graceful and slender, but with a healthy touch of athleticism in his limbs. His abs and pecs were well sculpted without the absurd size or overly veiny, shredded appearance that many girls find off-putting. One could suspect that he had already reached his fitness goal and stopped there, but it seemed more likely that he simply hadn’t gotten that far, given the kind of person he seemed to be. And in truth, it would be a waste if he did go further; there was no improvement to be made to his body in terms of muscle.

All in all he seemed exactly the way Emma and Abby had described him, both in body and mind, but to an even greater degree than Hana had expected. They had skipped two details though, and both of them were concealed by his pants: A well-rounded set of hips of someone who definitely didn’t skip leg day — despite coming off as a typical “every day is arm day” gym-bro — and a bulge in the front. It was the latter detail that now fueled the devil on Hana’s shoulder.

“What is considered ‘good dick’?” she asked, her arms crossed.

At first, hearing Hana chime in on the topic made Henry feel like he was getting one step closer, but as he looked at her he was suddenly not so sure. She had a strange, expectant look on her face, the thin, black lines that were her eyebrows raised high, and her mouth seemingly trying to hold back a smirk. Perhaps she was testing him. Testing to see if he was good enough for her.

Henry cleared his throat. “Like seven inches or so.”

“Eh, seven’s not bad, I guess,” Hana said. “I’d call it ‘decent dick’. Nine inches is where it’s at.”

“Bullshit. That’s just girl-inches.”

“‘Girl-inches’? No, it’s the truth.”

Henry scoffed. “Doubt it.”

“Okay, fine,” Hana said and leaned back in the armchair. “Let’s say that you’re right, for the sake of argument.”

“I am,” Henry quickly squeezed in, matter-of-factly.

“If a guy with a big, seven-inch, alpha-cock can turn lesbians straight, does it work the other way around as well? Like, would you turn gay for a seven-inch dick?”

Henry went quiet as he processed the question, while Emma and Abby began giggling. “Uh, no? That’s not the same thing.”

“Why not?”

“Yeah, why not, Henry?” Abby asked, now looking entertained rather than annoyed.

“Well, because I’m… straight, and that’s like…”

Hana knew exactly where this was going, and she was loving it. “Like what?”

“That’s like… normal, you know? There’s nothing to fix.”

“What the fuck?!” Abby exclaimed. “You’re saying that being gay isn’t normal?!”

“No, no, no!” Henry said, holding up his hands. “It’s just not… humans’ natural state, like, based on evolution and shit…”

“Wow, you’re just gonna double down on that? Fuck you, Henry, seriously.”

“Oh, come on…”

“You know, I kinda feel like you need to prove all these claims somehow,” Hana said, her tone unchanged by Henry’s controversial opinions.

“How?”

“By fucking some guy with a seven-inch dick. I mean, that’s what you told Emma, right? Otherwise, how can you be so sure?”

Henry stood completely stunned. He had been so into the conversation that he had barely considered the strange, cocky attitude Hana was giving him. Was she just messing with him, or was this actually what she was like? She seemed unflinching through everything, calmly reclining in her seat like she owned the place, a subtle grin etched into her dainty facial features. Perhaps she wasn’t worth the trouble. Henry enjoyed chasing after girls to an extent, but not when they had attitudes.

“Besides, for someone calling himself straight, you sure seem obsessed with penises,” Hana added.

“What do you mean ‘obsessed’?”

“You come in here and bring up big dicks from out of nowhere to a group of girls, then talk about them as if you’ve researched a bunch of dick-science, adamant that you know girls’ preferences better than they do.”

Henry felt strangely put on the spot, and his tall, proud frame suddenly slouched over a bit. “That doesn’t mean anything…”

“And then there’s that,” Hana said, gesturing with a nod toward Henry’s crotch. “Walking around trying to show off your bulge. You really took the whole ‘gray sweatpants-season’ seriously, huh?”

Abby cringed. “Oh my god, is that why you always wear those? That’s so fucking pathetic.”

Blushing, Henry slipped his free hand into his pocket as a way of partially concealing his bulge. He couldn’t think of anything to say as the three girls turned back to each other, chuckling amongst themselves and sipping on their fruity drinks as if giving him the opportunity to defend himself. Normally, Henry would never let Abby mouth off at him without a prompt retort, but in this instance he felt outnumbered. Or rather, he felt as though he had met his match in Hana. Anything he said to Abby could very well be used as fuel to this little Asian girl, even if he gave the best comeback imaginable.

Henry sighed. “Whatever, I’m out…” he said and exited the living room.

“Yeah, go drink your shitty beer and jerk off to gay porn or something!” Abby shouted down the corridor.

“Bitch…” Henry muttered under his breath. He went back to his room upstairs, where he planned to stay the whole evening. The quest to seduce the new girl was canceled. Like Henry had suspected, she wasn’t worth the effort. A bit of banter was a good thing, but having his masculinity insulted over and over was likely something that would continue even during sex. He could already see before him what it would be like, being deep inside her while having to listen to teasing and mockery about his size, regardless of whether or not she actually believed what she was saying.

Henry cracked open a beer and sat down in his office chair, taking a few swigs as he stared at the ceiling. He no longer felt like doing any of the things he would normally enjoy on his own. It was hard not to feel bitter after being rejected, or in this case, denied the chance of even getting to an actual rejection, although it might as well have been one. And while his feelings might have been affected by the specifics of what had transpired in the living room, there was a true twinge of loneliness in his heart. It wouldn’t have been an issue if there was still a chance to get with Hana, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Besides, seeing the three friends laughing and sharing stories over a drink made the fact that he would be spending his Saturday alone in his room feel quite sad.

If there was one thing he regretted as of late, it was declining invites to meet with friends. All-out parties were one thing, seeing as how they were quite the rare occurrence in his circle and how there were usually girls involved, but just going over to a friend’s place to hang out, or shoot some hoops, or do whatever else they could think of in the moment just wasn’t that appealing anymore. Henry would often use his training or diet as an excuse, and sometimes those excuses were valid; often they were not. In some strange way it was as if his journey to improve as a person warranted a reward that he was constantly chasing. The more level-headed part of his mind suspected that to have caused his obsession with finding a girl, and there was the occasional voice in his head telling him to tone it back a bit. But man, he wanted a girlfriend. He just didn’t know what girls wanted out of a relationship. Maybe it wasn’t worth letting his social life suffer while trying to figure that out.

The first can of beer was empty before Henry knew it. He opened a second one and turned to his computer, not seeking entertainment, but validation. The claim that ‘nine inches is where it’s at’ still echoed in his head, and he would disprove it to the best of his ability. The girls would laugh at him if they knew what he was up to, but he didn’t care.

He googled the same sentence he had several times before: ‘Women’s preferred penis size’. Results from what seemed like thousands of studies popped up, presented in long-winded articles and graphs with images of phallic items like bananas. There were many different numbers thrown around, but above six inches was a common claim. Some results showed a range of sizes, with seven usually falling right in the middle. Just as Henry knew, but still had to remind himself of. There were outliers, of course. Some women did in fact claim nine inches, but like Henry had stated earlier, that was likely just girl-inches; cases where women visually misjudge or are lied to by their partner regarding the size of his dick, and thus end up thinking that a six-inch penis is actually eight inches. Apparently it was a common phenomenon. Hell, one of Henry’s previous partners had actually guessed ‘eight or nine inches’ when he asked about his own size. Come to think of it, he didn’t bother correcting her that time…

From then on, things began to spiral out of control. Henry went down a rabbit hole on the topic of penis size. He read articles, went on forums discussing life with a large dick and even some discussing penis enlargement. He used calculators for percentiles of various penis sizes, and even viewed images of big cocks compared to everyday objects, like cans of Red Bull. All the while chugging beer after beer without thinking about it.

At the ninety minute mark it had gotten to the point where Henry had actually whipped his cock out and was measuring it to see if it had somehow gotten bigger. Drunk from the six beers’ worth of alcohol in his veins, he stood up with a ruler in hand, pushing it against his pubic bone and lining it up with his erection. Seven inches, on the dot. He measured it several times, pushing in the ruler even harder and trying to make sure that he was viewing it from the right angle. It made little difference. Perhaps he could claim seven point one inches, but no more. Not that it was needed, seeing as how the studies agreed with him that seven inches was perfect… But for some reason, it would be exciting to find out that his was just a little bit bigger.

At last he pulled his pants back up and put the ruler away. He exited his room to go take a piss, but was also curious about how the girls’ little get-together was going. They had gone quiet some time ago, and Henry wasn’t even sure if they were still in the house. Perhaps they had decided to hit the club? If that was the case, Hana was definitely going to be out his reach for the night. Of course he had already given up on her, but it still stung a little bit to think that she might be gone.

It was only once he got to the top of the staircase that he heard faint murmurs from downstairs. The words were unintelligible, but one of the voices was definitely Abby’s. Henry remained for a moment, trying to detect any sign of Hana’s presence, but none came. When the obnoxious sound of his little sister’s giggles became apparent, he gave up and went to the bathroom.

The evening took a strange turn around then. The noises from downstairs became louder as Henry was peeing; or rather, they were getting closer. Abby’s giggles could be heard once more, along with what sounded like multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Henry listened carefully, his dick tucked back in his pants and his hand hovering above the flush button. The girls passed the bathroom door. They sounded rowdy, clearly intoxicated, as they stumbled down the hallway. Finally the noise was put to an end with the slam of a door, presumably the one to Abby’s room.

Henry hesitated a moment longer before flushing, then washed his hands. He was unsure as to what was going on, but figured that the girls simply sought some new form of lame entertainment in their drunkenness, like a board game or something. Definitely not something Henry would have liked to participate in during his pursuit of Hana. As he left the bathroom and stumbled down the hallway in the opposite direction of the girls, his intoxicated brain initially took no notice of the person leaning against the wall, until he almost bumped into them. His body twitched before he realized who it was.

“Jesus Christ,” he said. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Hana gave him the same smile as before, dangling a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila from her fingertips. “Just wanted to check in on you.”

“You mean you came to insult me some more?” Henry said, avoiding eye contact.

“Aw, don’t be upset. I was just messing with you. Besides, I had to defend my friend’s honor.”

“Call it whatever you want. Good night.” Although he tried to sound nonchalant, Henry certainly gave Hana an unnecessary amount of space as he moved around her. There was just something about her that seemed dangerous somehow.

“Wait,” Hana called out. “You want some company?”

Henry stopped and turned around, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought you already had company?”

“Yeah, had. I don’t think I’m welcome any longer.”

“Why not?”

Hana stared at Henry for a moment, realizing just how dense he was. “What exactly do you think they’re doing right now?”

One millisecond away from blurting out some clueless answer, Henry suddenly understood. He looked at the door to Abby’s room at the far end of the corridor, as if trying to detect what was going on in there. Were they… No… They couldn’t be, right? Was that why Abby had gotten so defensive before?

“Figured it out yet?”

A hint of shame hit Henry, but he just shrugged. “I don’t really give a shit. Just don’t expect me to babysit you.”

“‘Babysit’?” Hana said with a chuckle. “What, because I’m small?”

“Among other things.”

Hana bit her lower lip and sauntered up to Henry. “Well, I’ll have you know that despite being small, I’m very grown up in other ways…” Her eyes traveled up Henry’s shirtless body, then locked on to his eyes. The two went silent, and Hana didn’t let a single blink interrupt their connection. At last Henry cracked a smile, and Hana responded with one of her own, albeit one born out of something probably quite different from Henry’s.

“I think I’m gonna have to see some proof,” he said.

“I’d be happy to provide some.”

Henry led the way to his room. Even though Hana seemed to want him already, he knew that women were fickle, so he would have to play his cards right. He was back on the quest, and this time he wouldn’t mess it up by talking about dicks or anything of that nature. It was time to be a gentleman, and as such, he even held his bedroom door open for Hana.

But that turned out to be his first mistake, mere seconds into their little date. He had barely closed the door behind him before noticing what remained on his computer screen from earlier. A forum filled with images of users measuring their dicks. Henry reacted quickly, almost leaping past Hana, who, unfortunately, was staring at the screen with a shocked look. Henry was at least able to close the browser before she took notice of the obscene number of tabs of other websites covering the very same topic.

A loud, mocking laughter came from Hana. “You’ve actually been jerking off to dick pics?”

Henry’s face flushed red-hot. “I-I wasn’t jerking off! I was just looking!”

“Just looking? That’s still quite the confession.”

“It’s because… you got me thinking about it,” Henry said. “I was doing research.”

“And what did you find out?”

Henry took a deep breath. “That… some women prefer nine inches.” He took a step toward Hana. “But seven is more than enough for most. Especially when the man knows how to use them…”

Hana paused, then smiled more genuinely than she previously had. “You better hope I don’t run into a guy with nine inches who knows how to use them, then.” She also took a step forward. They were now close enough to each other that Hana had to tilt her head back to look Henry in the eyes. “You wanna play a little game?”

“What kind of game?”

“A comparison game. We challenge each other to compare ourselves in various ways. If you lose or refuse the other person’s challenge, you have to take a swig of this crap.” She set the bottle of tequila on Henry’s desk.

“You mean, like, physical activities?”

“We can do physical comparisons, we can compare grades, wages, anything.”

“Fine. I’ll go first.”

“Alright,” Hana said, putting her hands on her hips. “What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna compare strength.”

Hana scoffed. “Of course you do.”

“Well, if you don’t like it you can just drink,” Henry said with a shrug.

“You wanna arm wrestle or what?”

“Hell yeah.” Henry knelt down by the corner of his bed and propped up his arm on it. “You in or what?”

Hana chuckled and knelt by the opposite corner. “Whatever. Guess you need a bit of a head start.”

“Nah, I’ll smoke you at anything.” Their hands curled around each other, and Hana’s tender touch sent a little surge of excitement through Henry’s arm. Her hand was surprisingly warm and soft considering its tiny size. He could already imagine it around his dick later, the two of them in a drunken, sweaty haze in his bed. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Three, two, one, go!” Henry said, and Hana leaned into it. She pulled with surprising force, making Henry’s arm wobble a bit. But he held his ground with ease. He didn’t try to pull in the opposite direction, and didn’t use any significant amount of power. He just held his arm upright as he observed Hana’s face. She grimaced slightly from exertion, wrinkles framing her thin eyes, and her cute little lips flattening against each other. She was much cuter in this state of near-defeat. Henry’s cock twitched in response.

Hana knew she couldn’t win. Henry was strong, no surprise there. But it was always interesting to see the different approaches men have when arm wrestling against women. Some immediately go for the win, some lose on purpose, and very few lose genuinely. Of course, Hana wasn’t expecting Henry to lose on purpose when a mouthful of nasty tequila was on the line. But he wasn’t that kind of man anyway. He was the kind to drag it out for fun. Hana was focused on at least moving his arm a few inches, but in her peripheral vision she saw the icy-blue stare from his smugly grinning face. One could think he was just innocently enjoying himself, but Hana knew better. She knew that this was a display of power. Hopefully he would be on the receiving end of such a display soon.

“Almost there!” Henry said. “You can do it!”

Hana let out the breath she had been holding since the start. “Yeah, yeah, you win,” she said, pulling her hand away. One of her thin lines of bunched up hair had gotten stuck between her lips, so she swiped it aside.

“Aww, I was just warming up!”

“You can warm up with some tequila after my turn,” Hana said and went for the bottle on the desk. She put it against her lips and raised it high.

Henry studied her, impressed. That was no girl-swig. She grimaced again, slightly, but Henry could hear it all go down in one big gulp. She was small and cute, but she had an admirable toughness to her, as had been hinted at by their earlier interaction. And that was fine, but her submission would surely come out in time. The tequila probably didn’t hurt.

Hana brought the bottle with her and sat down on Henry’s bed. “Okay. My turn.”

Henry sat down next to her, cracking his knuckles. “Whatcha wanna do? Don’t go easy on me.”

“Well, in that case I have just the right thing,” Hana said, eyeing him.

“What?”

“Have you taken the SAT?”

Henry hesitated a moment. “Yeah?”

Now it was Hana’s turn to grin. “Good. Let’s compare scores.”

“Seriously? That’s so lame.”

“As lame as making a four-foot-ten girl arm-wrestle you?”

Henry scoffed. “Fine. I got a 1090.”

“Wow, higher than average!” Hana said. “That’s surprising.”

“Shut up,” Henry replied, trying to mask his annoyance with a hint of playfulness. “What did you get?”

“1520.”

“Bullshit. That’s like a Harvard-level score.”

“So? People do get into Harvard, you know. I can pull the result up on my phone if you want.”

“Yeah. Show me.”

“But,” Hana said, pulling out her phone from her pocket and holding it away from Henry. “You’re gonna have to bet another swig of tequila on it.”

Henry didn’t answer. He just looked at her, at that cute, unassuming face besmirched by a smug expression. If she was bluffing, she was good. Truth is, Henry had hoped for a better score on the SAT, considering that he had actually done a decent bit of studying for it. And Hana was right; some people obviously had to get the kinds of scores that she claimed. But weren’t those people just… losers? The kind that don’t participate in any social activities, especially those involving alcohol? The kind that weren’t as hot as Hana?

“So, what’s it gonna be?”

It wasn’t worth the risk. “Gimme that,” Henry said, yanking the bottle out of Hana’s hand. With the opening against his lips, he leaned back so quickly that the liquid violently sloshed around, and equally violently poured into his mouth. He swallowed without thinking, then brought the bottle back down.

The shock that hit him almost knocked him out. His mouth, throat and chest burned, and his mind fogged up as if the tequila had been injected into his brain. He tried to sit still, but couldn’t help but curl forward toward his knees, swaying from side to side as the sickening feeling slowly subsided. What just happened? Was he dying?

Hana laughed. “Who would’ve known that such a manly man couldn’t hold his liquor?”

Henry composed himself, his breath raspy. “Liquor? That’s literal poison! It’s like you filled it with diesel or something!”

“You didn’t hear me complaining.”

“Yeah, well, you probably took less than me.”

“Alright,” Hana said, shrugging. “If it helps you sleep at night.”

Henry frowned. “You just earned yourself another strength test. We’re doing planks.”

Hana rolled her eyes. “I’d rather just drink right away.”

“Oh, come on. You’re no fun.”

“Neither are your stupid tests,” Hana said and grabbed the bottle. She held it up, but paused for a moment, making sure to lock eyes with Henry. She parted her lips as she brought the bottle to them, then wrapped them around the opening. That way there was nothing to hold back the flow.

Henry didn’t speak. He just watched as Hana held the bottle just barely high enough for the tequila to flow into her mouth. The liquid’s surface sank lower and lower in the bottle, until it no longer made it past the neck. At that point she stopped. Henry expected her to fold over like he had, but instead, she turned to him, leaned her head back and opened her mouth.

There was tequila almost to the very top. Only a few teeth were visible above the surface. At least until her tongue came up, its tip swirling around gently. Henry found no words. He just stared like an idiot. Was it Hana’s apparent superhuman resistance to alcohol or the strangely erotic display that stunned him so? Who knows.

Hana’s mouth couldn’t take it any longer. She closed her mouth and gulped it all down before the alcohol could burn her taste buds off. It was impossible not to make a face at assaulting her throat with tequila, but it didn’t take much for her to ensure that she didn’t have the same reaction as Henry. She probably didn’t even have to try at all for that. Once it was all in her belly, she blinked hard to clear her watery eyes, then showed Henry her open mouth again.

“Still doubting me?” she said teasingly.

Henry blushed a little. “Maybe you’re just an alcoholic.”

“Maybe you’re just a lightweight.”

“Nah, there’s nothing lightweight about me.” Henry flexed his bicep.

Hana held back an eye roll. His arm was kinda big, she supposed. But Henry didn’t really understand what he was; what he offered as a male. He was still more boy than man, pretty rather than handsome. And that was a good thing. Someone just had to make him realize it.

“Moving on,” Hana said. “I was thinking I’d spice things up a bit.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that I wanna compare our number of sex partners.”

“... You serious?”

“Hey, it’s more interesting than SAT scores, right?”

Henry smiled, a strong wave of drunkenness suddenly washing over him. “Damn right it is. And I’m going strong at three.” It was a number he was proud of. More than most men his age, he was quite sure, but far from that of a sleazy womanizer. Besides, none of them had been one-night stands.

“Well, then you’re gonna have to drink,” Hana said. “Cause I’m going strong at 16.”

“No way.” Henry chuckled awkwardly, half-expecting Hana to join in. “You could at least try to make it believable.”

“That’s what my phone is for. I can show you more than three, at least. I know they wouldn’t mind.”

“You mean… pictures?”

“Or videos. But again, you’ll have to bet on it.”

A silence followed, broken only by Henry’s gulp. There was no hint on Hana’s face that she was hiding something. Just total confidence. Had she really fucked 16 dudes? And did she really keep photo evidence of some of it? Was that something a woman flaunts so easily, especially at the age of 19?

Henry tried not to feel disappointed. Deep down he knew that even with that knowledge, nothing had really changed about Hana. She was still the same cute Asian girl, moments away from hopping in bed with him just like he wanted. But he started to feel like that wasn’t much of an achievement on his part. Maybe she was just… one of those girls…

Henry cleared his throat. “Fine, I believe you. But now that I think about it, shouldn’t you be the one drinking?”

“Why? I won.”

“I mean, that’s debatable. Girls shouldn’t have that many partners. Especially not at 19.”

Hana gave him a blank stare. “Seriously?” she said, nearly cracking up at the absurdity. This guy really was a walking stereotype. But Hana knew how to handle guys like him. “Or maybe it’s just that guys your age should have more than three.”

“Even if that’s true, 16 would still be too many for a guy my age, let alone for a girl one year younger.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, only two of those 16 were dudes.”

And just like that, Henry’s motivation came surging back. “That does make me feel better,” he said. He still didn’t really get lesbians, but bisexual women were ready for full conversion. And with only two of her previous partners being men, Henry would likely be her biggest.

“I bet this’ll make you feel worse though,” Hana said and shoved the bottle of tequila against his chest.

Henry sighed. “Isn’t there, like, a lifeline I can use?”

“There is! It’s called manning up!”

“Fuck you,” Henry said with a smile and grabbed the bottle. He stared at it, mustering his strength. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad this time. Maybe it was all about knowing what to expect. Moreover, he could probably get away with drinking a little bit less this time. In his mind that was completely fair, considering how hard he had chugged it last time.

Hana thought he’d never go through with it, but after a while, up came the bottle and down went the tequila. Well, slowly. He wasn’t as gung-ho as last time. His lips looked almost completely shut against the opening of the bottle, allowing in what could only have been tiny sips at most. But Hana could tell he was actually drinking; you couldn’t possibly fake such a look of disgust. Her increasingly drunken mind swirled with all manner of thoughts as she watched him struggle to drink. Such a cute, frail boy underneath that forced persona. It would have been fun to make him lose the aforementioned bet so that he’d have to drink even more, but Hana was glad he didn’t take it. While fun, it would also have spoiled the rest of the evening if he saw those photos.

When Henry estimated that he had drunk over half the amount of his last mouthful, he lowered the bottle. The sickening feeling of having swallowed liquid fire consumed him again, and his throat gurgled and convulsed, almost pushing the last bit of tequila back up into his mouth. But ultimately he held it down. His face stayed twisted by disgust as he coughed the moment he had swallowed it. The taste had held all his attention, but now he realized how lame he must have looked. Would Hana laugh at him? Maybe it wasn’t so bad to just let her. After all she was still here, so maybe Henry should just suck it up so he could get lucky.

Henry wiped his mouth. “Please, no more of this garbage,” he said, setting the bottle of tequila on the floor.

“My thoughts exactly. I have another idea.”

“What?”

Hana bit her lip, letting the tension rise for a moment. “We compare dick sizes. Whoever loses has to give the other person a blowjob.”

Henry raised his eyebrows at her, cracking a smile for a split second. He would have laughed if he weren’t so shocked. Hana didn’t seem to be joking, however. She just looked kind of… seductive.

“What?” Henry asked, a little chuckle in his voice.

“What part didn’t you understand?”

“Uh… The one where you said you have a dick?”

“I didn’t say that. You could win by default. Assuming that you don’t pussy out and refuse the challenge, of course.”

What the fuck is going on? Henry thought. She was bluffing, clearly. She had probably been bluffing throughout the whole game. Was this just a test? Was it Henry’s only chance at getting to fuck her? What would happen if he refused? More tequila? Come to think of it, wasn’t it Henry’s turn? Not that he was gonna bring that up now that a blowjob was on the line.

He weighed his options. Getting such an easy blowjob was a win in his book, but it wasn’t exactly under the circumstances that he had hoped for. Maybe there was still sex later down the line if he refused, but that was no guarantee. Maybe Hana would be bored with him then. But… It was just such a strange way of pivoting their little game in a sexual direction. Comparing dick sizes? Really? Was it some sort of trick? Was it just her tongue-in-cheek way of teasing him about his supposed obsession with dicks? Then again, showing off his best asset was definitely a good way to redeem himself from the earlier humiliations.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

Hana smirked. “Such a brave boy,” she said and stood up. “Let me just catch up with you before we start.” While Henry stared cluelessly, Hana began pulling up her top. Normally she’d be a little more reserved about undressing on a whim like this, but with Henry she didn’t want to give any breathing room. Overwhelming him was the goal.

Henry had no chance to even speculate what kind of bra Hana wore. Her top lay on his floor, and a simple but sexy strapless bra clung to her chest, white like her top. There still wasn’t much of a bulge in the cups, but there was definitely that soft, pillowy look to her surrounding tissue, even if it was just light padding. The view sent a warm shudder through Henry. It was always a special feeling seeing a woman undress before you, and you usually had to jump through hoops to get there. With Hana it had been surprisingly easy, but that didn't diminish the feeling. If anything it made Henry feel like he truly had game for the first time in his life, and his cock ached even harder in his pants as a result.

The next reveal came just as quickly, before Henry’s excitement could subside whatsoever, as Hana reached back and unclasped her bra in a swift motion. It fell to the floor, piling onto her discarded top. Henry had to fight to keep his somewhat cool demeanor. Hana’s nipples stood stiff, pointing ever so slightly up. They were like little nubs, with a darker, brownish complexion that extended out to the edges of her areolas, which were in perfect proportion to the rest of her tits. Though far from the largest Henry had ever seen, they were certainly idealized in appearance.

Hana held her chest high as she cupped it seductively, as if putting it on display. “Not the biggest, maybe. But girls like me can offer other things.”

“Th-they’re perfect,” Henry stammered, immediately cursing himself for the slip-up.

Hana giggled. “What, you turned into a romantic just from seeing a pair of tits?”

Henry composed himself and stood up. “Oh, I can be plenty romantic. Soon I’m gonna show you what else I can be.”

“I’m sure you will,” Hana said. She grabbed the waistline of her shorts. “You ready?”

“I was born ready.”

Ignoring how cliché a response it was, Hana just stared into Henry’s eyes as she began pulling down her shorts, while he went for his pants. This time she went slowly. Henry matched her stare, and only the rustling of clothing could be heard as they revealed themselves.

Henry’s reveal came without delay. He was so focused on Hana that he didn’t even mind that his hard cock flopped out of his pants for her to see, while her own reveal frustratingly dragged on. The slightly less tan skin of her hips and pubic mound came into view, and more followed quite slowly, because for some reason Hana held her legs closed tightly, forcing her to really push down on her shorts. Henry looked at her as if telling her to hurry. She locked eyes with him, smiling a little, not paying attention to his cock jutting out in front of her. Not exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

Then Hana’s pants rounded the swell of her cute little butt, and the garment fell to show Henry all of her. He focused his hazy vision on her groin and felt the sweet taste of victory. Aside from a little strip of black pubes, there was nothing there. No dick. And no floppy labia or big, protruding clitoris. The kind of pussy you’d have to see up close and spread to make out its features. Just the way it should be with a proper woman.

Henry held his composure as best he could, his heart beating faster and faster. “Looks like I win,” he said. “Who would’ve known?”

Hana cast a quick glance at Henry’s dick, then back to his eyes. “Impressive.”

“Told you. It’s the optimal dick.” Couldn’t she have looked at it a little bit longer, though…?

“And I told you, this is the optimal dick,” Hana calmly replied, separating her legs.

Though Henry was drunk, he knew he didn’t imagine the meaty appendix springing up to slap Hana’s abdomen. It bobbed slightly before coming to a still. Any amount of confidence Henry had gathered in the last couple of minutes vanished. He had never seen so clearly. That was the biggest fucking cock he had ever seen. And it was Hana’s. Hard as rock and throbbing, its precum-dressed slit within a ring of foreskin, like an evil eye staring back at him. Underneath hung a pair of smooth, bloated balls.

“What the fuck…” Henry mumbled weakly.

“Would you look at that,” Hana said, swaying her dick from side to side. “Looks like I win.”

“No… No. No! That’s not fair! You didn’t tell me you were some sort of… tranny!”

“Tranny?” Hana said. This guy needed to be disciplined. “I’m intersex.”

“I-I don’t even know what that means!”

“It means I have a nine-inch dick for you to suck. On your knees.”

Henry felt faint as the image of the fat, swaying Asian cock burned into his retinas. In a strange way it all made sense now. The last few hours replayed in his mind, but with one big difference. He saw Hana belittling him in the living room, her naked legs spread out on the throne-like armchair, upon which her fat, soft dick and balls rested as if lording over the whole household. He saw her seducing him in the hallway, her cock jutting out at him as if choosing its next target. He saw it throbbing in plain view as Hana continuously got the upper hand on him in their little drinking game, as if it knew that it had masterminded Henry this whole time. Henry knew well what it was like to derive confidence from penis size, so it was hard not to feel an immediate sense of shameful respect for Hana.

“Didn’t you hear me, pretty boy?” Hana said and took a step forward.

“W-wait, I can’t…”

Hana slowly came closer. “Can’t what? Keep your promises? Is wittle Henwy not a man of his word?”

Henry tried to take a step back, but his foot got caught in his pants that remained around his ankles. He fell backwards, his butt landing on the carpeted floor, and his back hitting the side of his bed. The fall made his drunken eyes go in every direction before coming to a still, at which point he saw that… thing right in front of him. Getting closer.

With a smirk, Hana planted her feet on either side of Henry’s legs. “Last chance to prove yourself. Or are you gonna pussy out?”

Henry looked up at Hana, and though he had seen that sharp smugness on her face all evening, there was so much more to it now. It was the face of someone in charge. Someone who had won. And what would happen if she didn’t get her prize? Would she relay Henry’s humiliation to her friends? Could he buy her silence by sticking to his promise?

He drank in the view of Hana’s cock again, which was now less than a foot from his face. An absolute weapon it was, attached to that cute little frame. The idea had been so ridiculous that Henry hadn’t even considered its existence a possibility. He hadn’t pictured what she would look like with any cock, let alone one of that size. He hadn’t given thought to the consequence of him losing… That he would have to… suck it.

“No…” Henry said, turning away. “Please, don’t make me do it… I thought you were just testing me…”

“I’m not making you do anything. You agreed to the bet.”

“... And what if I refuse?”

Hana’s smirk turned into a flat, emotionless expression. “I leave, I guess. And you can sit there and wonder what it would have been like.”

Henry sat quietly for a moment. Was he actually considering it? He didn’t want Hana to leave, but he couldn’t blame her for being annoyed with him if he refused. They had some sort of connection, even though she had humiliated Henry in more ways than one. And although he was disappointed that he wouldn’t get to eat her out, or to fuck her… What if she was right? Would he regret letting her go? Maybe he was too caught up in the idea that it felt kinda… gay. Then again, she was a girl. It couldn’t be gay.

He glanced at Hana’s cock again, sizing it up. “And if I do it… are Abby and Emma going to find out? Do they even know you have a… you know.”

“No, and no. I don’t give away details about my sex life. But I don’t care enough to guard the secret with my life, if that’s what you think.”

Henry took a deep breath. “F-fine…” he said. “You won fair and square.”

Hana giggled. “Good boy.” She took a step closer. Henry’s hot breath brushed her shaft, and it throbbed in response.

Though still an inch away, Henry already felt their connection through his nose. A touch of a stuffy smell exuded from Hana’s cock, and he did not shy away from breathing it in, although with conflict in his heart. His masculinity was hurt, perhaps forever, and this had never been what he wanted from a girl. But… the biggest cock he had ever seen, in real life or otherwise, was right in front of his face. And not attached to one of those sweaty dudes living on internet forums, but to a cute, petite young woman, who, despite everything, had made his evening thus far a lot of fun. There was something exhilarating about that.

Henry slowly leaned forward. His lips made contact with Hana’s fat, dripping glans in a gentle kiss. The very touch made his whole body feel aflame. Next he separated his lips and took the tip in his mouth, slowly moving forward until his lips went fully around the rim of Hana’s glans. He paused for a moment. His breath went erratic as the realization now fully set in. She really has a cock. A huge cock. And I’m sucking on it. The thought almost made him forget about his own hard-on, which didn’t seem that important right now. But his mind was not swayed by his lingering hint of pride. As his lips came back, he did not stop. He went for it again, his lips in a tight grip around Hana’s cock as he started moving back and forth, taking in a little more each time. The slick surface got slicker yet with his saliva, and wet, squishy noises soon followed.

Hana stood there, hands on her hips in a wide-legged stance, watching with awe. “You’re really doing it…” she said. “Not a bad start, either.” She had pushed it this time, more so than with the other boys she had fucked, and she was honestly a bit surprised that Henry had submitted faster than them. It had been a gamble to attack his masculinity like she did. A furious outburst upon seeing her cock was a possibility she had considered, but she had felt deep in her soul that there was something more to his obsession with cocks than just a sense of arrogance and male competitiveness.

And boy, did her little gamble pay off. Seeing that tall, athletic pretty-boy on the floor before her with half of her shaft in his mouth made her feel more powerful than ever. Such a view was almost better than the actual sensation of the blowjob, which was saying something, because Henry was actually performing well beyond Hana’s expectations. There was none of the slack-jawed, loose-lipped, half-assed back and forth performance that some inexperienced people instinctively give. There was no hint from Henry suggesting that he only did this as a service to Hana. No; there was enthusiasm in him, even if shrouded behind hesitation. He sucked her off with vigor, his lips lingering tightly at full stretch each time he pulled away, and his tongue getting involved without instruction, in a curious but clumsy way. The warmth, moisture and pressure all combined had Hana’s groin and legs shuddering, as every nerve ending on her thick cock tingled from the worshipping Henry’s lips and tongue gave. There was just one thing missing…

“Look at me, Henry,” Hana commanded. Henry’s eyes rolled back to meet hers, an almost begging look in his eyes, and Hana throbbed even harder in his mouth as a result. She ran her hand through his glossy, brown hair. “That’s right. Show me those pretty blue eyes…”

Henry felt dizzy staring into the depths of Hana’s dark eyes. Was there judgment in them? Mockery? Did it matter? If she hadn’t stopped humiliating him before, why should she stop now? Maybe it was better to just focus on making her happy. Maybe Henry could earn some genuine praise from her for the first time this evening. Praise for doing a good job sucking her cock… Fuck… The thought made him salivate, turning his mouth into a warm, sloshing bath for the fat shaft moving back and forth. Maybe he could do an even better job…

Anchoring himself with one hand around Hana’s thin yet supple thigh, Henry pulled himself in even deeper. Hana’s cock kissed the entrance to his throat, and this was repeated with each back and forth motion that followed. The Asian girl hissed out a moan between her clenched teeth. Was she getting close already? Henry had never felt so motivated before. He even reached up to grab her balls. He shuddered at the sensation of the warm, moist skin spreading out across his entire palm as the low-hanging nuts nearly the size of eggs came to a rest in it.

“Oh, fuck…” Hana moaned, still staring into Henry’s eyes. “This is your true self, huh? Shit, you’re a natural… You really were a little cock-slut this whole time…”

Henry shot her a bitter look, but kept sucking. You bitch, he thought. So what if sucking her cock made him a bit excited? After all, it was huge. Literally a world-class dick; Henry would know. Who could blame him? And the fact that it was attached to a girl like Hana… Henry drank in the view of her. Despite her thin, petite frame, which Henry had seen as harmless and cute before, Hana now looked so powerful as she loomed over him, still stroking his hair. Her modest chest heaved with each breath, and her tan skin was growing moist with sweat, her sweet scent beginning to take on a musky undertone. Such an unassuming girl she had seemed, yet she had gotten Henry into this position. Even him fondling her balls seemed like her doing somehow, as if she had mind-controlled him to pump her cum out with all he had. And with balls like that… How much could she cum? God, Henry really wanted to find out, and that thought brought him as much excitement as it did shame. Could he even swallow it all?

The slow buildup in pleasure Hana was experiencing was exactly what she was hoping for, letting Henry ease into it at his own pace and not overwhelming him by expecting any grandiose techniques. So when he suddenly lunged forward, going deeper than before, a surprised, undignified groan forced itself out of Hana. Shocked and dumbfounded, she stared into Henry’s beautiful eyes that stared into hers, as he went past the inches of her shaft he had already acquainted himself with. Hana felt the tip of her cock come to a gentle stop at the entrance to his throat, but with a big boy like Henry there was less immediate resistance than she was used to. Her knees shook. Was he actually going to…? Yes, he most certainly was. The soft flesh of Henry’s throat draped Hana’s fat cockhead, applying far more pressure than his mouth had. Her jaw went slack, erratic gasps pouring out as Henry pushed forward, his face approaching Hana’s pelvis.

“Oh, f-fuck, Henry…” Hana moaned, her legs almost giving out. She pushed against his forehead with both hands. “W-wait… Stop… Stop!”

Henry felt faint, and not only from having his airflow cut off. But he heard Hana loud and clear, and with the help of her pushing hands, he slid off. Her cock came out with a wet pop. As it throbbed, standing nearly straight up and glistening with his saliva, the fact that he had fit that thing past his lips puzzled him, as did the realization of how deep it had gone, voluntarily on his part. He really just did that… And it felt kinda nice.

Hana wiped back her two tendrils of hair, along with two palmfuls of sweat. “God, Henry… Are you crazy? You didn’t have to do that.”

“At least you can’t say I’m not putting in any effort…” Henry said, trying to hold back a little smirk. His mind was still reeling with both shame and excitement at what he had just done, enhanced by his drunken state. But more importantly, he had put a crack in Hana’s mental barrier. He had beaten her at her own game.

“You got that right,” Hana said, smiling back wholeheartedly. “That was really fucking good. You should be proud of yourself, you know.”

Henry’s face grew even redder than what any humiliating remark had caused before. A compliment… And a seemingly genuine one. His whole body tingled. It wasn’t something he had ever expected to be complimented on, yet it felt as if some craving deep inside him had been satisfied upon hearing it.

The expression on Hana’s face took on a dark, lustful undertone. “But I want more. Much more. Something that lets that pretty little mouth of yours rest.”

“W-what?”

“You, in the bed, on all fours. Now.”

“What?! But you were only supposed to get a—”

“Henry, I think you and I both know how you feel about this thing,” Hana said, gripping the base of her cock with a hand far too small to fully encircle it, and swinging it up and down like a heavy meat-bat. “You’re not gonna pass up this opportunity. I know it.”

“S-stop claiming to know everything…” Henry said, forcing a somewhat defiant tone.

Hana giggled softly. “I haven’t been wrong yet, have I?”

“And if I say no? You’ll leave?”

“I’m not that much of a bitch. I’d just blow my load in your mouth instead, as promised. Maybe on your face if you’d let me. Then who knows? We could cuddle a bit. Make out. Typical stuff.” She ran her thin, delicate fingers through his hair, simultaneously fixing his messed-up slickback and tilting back his head. With their gazes fixed to one another, she leaned down until they were less than an inch apart. “But I really, really, really wanna fuck you…” And with that, she kissed him. Henry had a plump pair of boy-lips on him, but Hana made sure to encase them with her own as she immediately took the kiss in a rather French direction. The truth was that she had hungered for his moment, and she had to really restrain that hunger upon tasting him. Hopefully she would have more opportunities in the future to really devour his lips.

To Henry it was as if the invading tongue tickled his very brain. All things considered it was a quite gentle kiss on Hana’s part, yet Henry’s cock throbbed as much as it had while sucking her cock, and his vision went blurrier than any alcohol could have caused. He followed the lead of Hana’s dancing tongue as best he could, but it was clear that Hana was leading.

Hana slowly pulled back after a while. “So? Am I gonna have to beg?”

“No,” Henry replied, a bit too quickly for his own liking… But begging felt unbecoming of a girl like Hana. Henry could hear his subconscious pride screaming back at him that Hana needed to be taken down a peg, but it just wasn’t right. “I’ll do it… Just… Take it easy, okay?”

“As easy as I can with a pretty boy like you,” Hana said and bit her lip.

Henry’s heart raced as he stood up and crawled onto the bed, the bedspread of which he had purposefully removed earlier when Abby had first told him about Hana. Once on all fours like Hana had requested, it dawned on him what he was doing, and how a big, strong male like him had his bare ass on display for a tiny Asian girl… with a huge cock. Yet the shame was comparatively mild this time. Perhaps the more affectionate side of Hana had made him lower his guard.

Hana was quick to follow Henry up on the bed. With heavy breaths she stared hungrily at his ass, wondering if he himself knew how picture perfect it was. He wasn’t buff or lean enough to have that hard, dimpled look in his cheeks; rather, they looked far more full and round than his overall physique implied, with the type of fat distribution that he, as a gym-goer, might consider unlucky, but Hana certainly didn’t. And as she came up on her knees behind him, she didn’t hesitate to sink her fingers into his soft curves, only for him to respond with a clench and slight recoil.

“Hey!” he called out.

“What?”

“Don’t just do that from out of nowhere…”

Hana let out a snort. “We’re never gonna get anywhere with that attitude. You just let me do things at my pace, okay, pretty boy?”

“But I—” Henry whimpered, but bit his tongue as Hana eyed him hungrily. He buried his face in his pillow and squirmed as Hana proceeded to spread him open. The cool air in the room rushed against his exposed crack, making him shiver. Maybe with some slight anticipation…

“Smooth like silk,” Hana said gleefully. “Not one hair anywhere on this manly-man’s ass…”

“I-I shave it! So what?! Not that it was hairy to begin with…”

“Yeah, you would shave it, wouldn’t you? Little slut wants to look pretty…”

“It’s a bodybuilding thing! Nobody goes on stage without—”

“Shut up,” Hana said, slapping Henry’s ass, which, after another whimper, indeed shut him up. “No matter what you think, you were made for this. You’ll see. Now let me enjoy this sweet ass of yours.” She scooted forward, putting her hips against Henry’s ass and her balls against his, her low-hangers dwarfing his comparatively tight ones that sat there, shriveled up between his spread legs. Her fat cock came to hover just above his crack. Its wild throbbing and upwards curve had done a good job at spreading precum all over the top of her shaft, to the point where it was branching out just like her veins. Along with what remained of Henry’s saliva, it would have to do. She hadn’t thought to hide a bottle of lube in her pocket.

The sudden squishy noises from behind made Henry sneak a peek backwards. He saw that deeply-tan monster cock in Hana’s grip as she rubbed her oozing precum all over it. He met her eyes, and the smirk he received made him turn back around to the pillow, burning with emotions that he couldn’t really place. The slap, the strangely timed compliment, and now this… What was he supposed to feel? Did his little hint of anticipation really have to be something shameful?

“Let’s hope that’s enough,” Hana said, panting with lust as she pulled her hip back and angled her cock down against its target. Henry’s cute little hole winked at her; such a pretty pink color, so unassuming and unsullied. “You’re a big boy. You can take it, right?” She slowly pushed her hips forward, the dripping orifice of her cock giving Henry’s asshole a wet kiss. Hana tried and failed to hold in a grunt as the soft, puckered ring gave way, reshaping around her slippery cockhead, easily enough to imply that Henry would be able to gobble up her entire length, despite the virgin tightness. This was going to be good.

Henry was practically hyperventilating. He lay there, eyes wide open, staring into the wall and hugging his pillow. Nothing had ever gone up his ass, and now he could feel it being slowly pried apart by a giant cock. The burning, alien sensation was equally uncomfortable as it was exhilarating. With his own cock just dangling there, rock-hard, he tried not to think about the emasculation that was taking place. Then again, the increasingly spreading tingles from Hana’s cock spearing him deeper and deeper made it difficult to think at all. Especially once his asshole came around the ridge of her glans, swallowing it completely, forcing a moan out of him.

“F-fuck, you’re tight…” Hana groaned. “Yet you’re taking it so easily, like the good boy you are… Just like I knew you would…” She pushed harder, and now that she was past the head, her remaining inches disappeared quickly as a result. Hooking her little arms around Henry’s thighs, she squeezed the last bit in. She took but a moment to enjoy the view of how far his wide ass stuck out past the sides of her thin frame before she pulled out, then shoved her cock in again, far quicker this time.

“W-wait, I…” Henry began, leaving his mouth hanging open as Hana’s thrusts came one after another, faster and faster, beating away at Henry’s already scrambled mind. The meaty thud of their colliding bodies grew louder. Henry’s muscles convulsed involuntarily, rhythmically tightening the slippery passage around Hana’s cock, and the resulting sensation was like a lightning storm within him, to say nothing about what it was probably doing to Hana.

Though Hana had expected an easier fit than in most virgin anuses, she was nonetheless shocked to find that as her thrusts got harder and faster, Henry just took it. The warm, soft strokes of Henry’s insides seemed to adapt to her every move, enveloping her in new ways every time. Hana’s heavy breaths soon turned to animalistic huffs with each thrust; she couldn’t help it. Fucking someone as big as Henry was a complete first for her, so it was hardly strange for her to be excited, but the size difference was already causing some unexpected difficulties. Her sweaty little arms clung as best they could to his soft hips and thighs as she fucked him, but the slippery grip forced her to constantly grope and squeeze him like a desperate, horny little monkey. Maybe it was just as well that her face started twitching with both pleasure and a hint of annoyance, dropping her sultry expression and demeanor in favor of the animal Henry was bringing out of her.

The noises Hana was making weren’t actually that out of place during sex, but Henry still couldn’t believe she was making them. But it was a good thing she did, as it drowned out Henry’s own low, rumbling moan. It all felt so wrong, both physically and mentally, and yet the ecstasy of having Hana humping at him more mindlessly by the second, sinking her cock into him over and over as she clawed and pulled at his legs, was inexplicable. He had never felt so desired. But then, as if punctuating her thrusts with her first proper moan, Hana stopped. Henry lay there, afraid to say anything, wondering what had gone wrong as she let go of him.

“Henry…” she gasped, her squeaky voice thinner than normal. “Give me your arms, baby…”

“W-what?” Henry looked over his shoulder to see Hana reaching out to him, her cute facial features visibly overcome with lust and pleasure. Her dark irises peered from eyes that were little more than tight slits by now, as her teeth dug into her lower lip.

“Do as I say. Give me your arms.”

Henry let his chest and head remain on the bed as he lifted his arms up. “Like this…?”

Hana snatched Henry by the wrists. “Like that.”

The combined thrust and pull that followed made Henry feel like his organs shifted, despite Hana not being particularly strong. He went limp in her grip as she began fucking him for real. Henry’s whimpers poured out into his pillow, and every time Hana pulled on his arms, lifting him ever so slightly, his pathetic noises nearly leaked out. Not that it could have been heard over the slapping sound of flesh against flesh. He was being fucked by a beast. A beast in the form of a cute Asian girl.

Hana had forgotten the slew of humiliating remarks she had planned to unleash on Henry as her cock humbled him. Her mind was far too preoccupied. She only managed a low, raspy moan that she didn’t even know she could produce. She drooled at the sight of Henry folded over before her, his arms so pathetic in her grip, and his long, trim torso flaring out into a fat ass jiggling with every impact of her hips. The pink folds of his asshole continuously shifted and clung to her cock, which was little more than a tan blur of throbbing girl-meat. It was a beautiful sight, let alone sensation. Henry rhythmically clenched around her as she thrust, as if his faltering pride was trying to reject her, yet it only ever amounted to a tight, milking squeeze against Hana’s fat shaft, which ultimately buried itself deep inside him every time.

It was the first time anyone, girl or boy, had taken her full length all the way to the base. It was the first time she fucked someone with an ass big enough for her to partially nestle her slim little body between their cheeks as she thrusted over and over. It was the first time she had fucked someone so hard, so deep and so passionately, without issue. How could she go back to one night stands after this? Actually… Would this only be a one night stand? Was that all Henry would want in the end? No, it couldn’t be. She wasn’t attached just yet, but Henry definitely showed potential. Hana squeezed his wrists harder as she paused for but a moment with her hips pulled back, grinding her teeth until it hurt, her dick screaming to go back in. Then, as a thousand images of her fucking Henry in every imaginable way flashed before her eyes, she slammed her cock back inside him as hard as she could. And her rapid thrusts continued even more vigorously than before.

Henry’s face was a mess. He could feel it. His eyes went every which way, as if trying to shake off the haze induced by alcohol and the hard fucking he was receiving. A touch of drool leaked out of one corner of his mouth, and sweat coated his burning skin, plastering his messed-up hair to his forehead and cheeks. Yet he made no effort to conceal any of it as he instinctively bit down on the pillow case and threw a curious glance behind him. Through the haze he could tell that Hana was not her usual, smug self. She seemed to be relishing in both the sight and feeling of his body, her face possibly even more disheveled than what his own felt like. And then, their eyes met.

“Oh, Henry…” Hana said. “Don’t look at me like that… You’re gonna make me…”

A strange desire filled Henry’s mind, fueled purely by his lust for Hana, without even a hint of pride left. “Do it… Cum inside me… I’m ready…”

Feeling faint, Hana used every bit of her strength to keep herself upright with her hold around Henry’s wrists. Her intense throbs felt different suddenly, sending a warm surge through her cock and pelvis, and the first contraction of her low-hanging balls came soon after. A burst of mental fog hit her, like a thick, solid cloud that pushed away every intelligent thought in favor of her primitive, pleasure-seeking instincts, seemingly boosting the perception of her entire body tensing and twitching to aid the pumping of cum.

As Henry felt the first burst of liquid heat course through him, he knew that Hana’s cumshot would prove far greater than his own ones; even more so than her cock had dwarfed his. He came hard himself right then, spurting against his bed, but the orgasm was nothing compared to all the new sensations Hana was introducing him to. His beat-up insides pulsated around Hana’s cock, which pulsated back as it delivered more of her already ludicrous amount of cum, over and over. He lay there, eyes wide open as he counted each time Hana’s warmth spilled into him, his focused, ragged breaths inaudible over the high-pitched, yet bestial howls coming from behind. The tenth burst came before long, but there was no end in sight.

“Fuck…!” Hana gasped. “I… can’t… stop!” Staying in control, verbal domination, showing dignity… Hana didn’t give a shit about any of that at this point. A string of frothy drool shot out between her teeth as she ground her pelvis against Henry’s split ass. Only the tiniest fraction of her cock was visible at the very base, highlighted by Henry’s bright-pink, pristine asshole, which visibly extended ever so slightly every time Hana’s cock throbbed with the next delivery of cum.

It was the best orgasm she had ever had. She was only about halfway through, but she knew it. It was so good that it pretty much convinced her on the spot that any amount of one night stands with the prettiest boys and girls imaginable was worth nothing compared to sticking with just one; the one. Her balls ached with each contraction, filling Henry’s ass to the point that her cum sloshed and pooled around the head of her cock. She had never felt that before. And she would certainly want to feel it again.

At the point where Henry or any man would have finished orgasming two times over, Hana was still not done. “How…?” Henry asked, mewled. “How are you still cumming…?” There was an ever so slight hitch in Hana’s continuous groans that sounded almost like a brief chuckle. Henry wasn’t sure what to make of it, but what followed seemed an awful lot like Hana purposefully showing off, as she pulled her cock out and sandwiched it between Henry’s cheeks, then just let whatever was left fly. Henry lay there in disbelief. With each scalding hot rope splattering across his back he thought there couldn’t possibly be any more, but Hana just kept cumming, filling the air with the musky, masculine scent of her girl-cum. She was literally hosing him down. When one such rope landed in his hair, its sticky tip slapping against his forehead, he once again cast a glance behind him, and was greeted with another splatter right to the cheek. He did not recoil. But, to his disappointment, the show seemed to be over. A few more weak expulsions came out, until the very last one remained hanging from Hana’s purplish-tan glans in an off-white, elongated drop. Henry suddenly had two new favorite colors.

“Holy fucking shit, Henry…” Hana said, finally letting go of Henry’s wrists. His hips fell flat against the bed, and Hana smiled at his cute, limp body. “What just happened? Where am I? It’s like your ass cast a spell on me or something… God damn…”

Henry hugged his pillow tightly, hiding the beaming pride in his face that he couldn’t hold back. “Well, I’m glad I could impress you in some way. Wasn’t really what I had in mind, but whatever.”

“‘Whatever’,” Hana repeated and lay down on top of Henry, gluing them together with cum. “One step toward acceptance. Maybe more than just acceptance. ‘Cause I think a part of you loved it already.”

The shameful consideration of such an idea made Henry hold back a reply, as did the feeling of Hana’s sweaty warmth spreading onto his skin. He shivered upon receiving a series of tender kisses on his neck and shoulder. At that moment he felt truly happy. Not about the main event being over, as his one hour younger self might have hoped for the sake of his misguided sense of masculinity, but because his heart had never felt this full after sex, even with the post-nut clarity setting in.

Hana slid forward up to Henry’s ear. “I think we need a shower,” she said. “Together. Then some sleep. Together.”

“Yeah… That sounds nice.”

“And I think I need to know how it feels to fall asleep while you finish me off with a blowjob. Otherwise I’ll be up all night thinking about it.”

“Y-you can’t be serious…” Henry said, glancing back at Hana as she rested her cheek against his upper back. Her face gleamed with lust, mischievousness and seemingly genuine affection. Henry turned away again. “... Fine. If it makes you happy.”

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The bed felt strangely cold as Henry stirred, and the room was too bright. So bright, in fact, that his eyelids couldn’t fully stop the light from piercing directly into his dizzy brain. The hangover. Of course. He thought he hadn’t had that much to drink, but chugging tequila like he had was probably an effective way of ruining the next day.

It took a moment for him to register it. The tequila. Hana. He sprang up in the bed, his fully opened eyes suddenly unbothered by the morning sun. He looked around, nearly panicking, as if the night before was just a dream about to fade from his waking mind. But then he saw the bottle of tequila on his nightstand. Attached to it was a pink, heart-shaped sticky note. Henry picked it up and read it with half dread, half excitement.

“Morning, pretty boy. Sorry for going a bit crazy last night, but what can I say… You’re cute when you’re flustered. I’d love to see you like that again sometime. I live alone, so you wouldn’t need to worry about muffling your voice with a pillow. That way I can look you in the eyes when I fuck you.⁠”

At the bottom was a phone number, and the sight of it filled Henry’s heart with warmth. He remembered drifting off to sleep a few hours earlier, wondering what he would want to do with Hana upon waking up. Wondering whether he would regret it all. But the only regret in his mind was that Hana was gone without a proper goodbye.

But then came a sliver of hope in the form of several female voices from downstairs. There was still a chance. He bolted out of bed, quickly slipping into the gray sweatpants bunched up on the floor. Some part of him wished for something more proper, but there was no time. His T-shirt came next, yanked hastily from his office chair and put on as he hurried out of his door, his hangover nearly hurling his sluggish body into the hallway wall before he stabilized himself and continued toward the stairs. The voices grew louder, although it was mostly just Abby’s unnecessarily loud blabbering. But goodbyes were being exchanged, that was clear. Was it too late?

Having nearly tripped with each step down, Henry finally reached the bottom floor. And then he saw her. Past Abby who held the front door open from inside. On the walkway outside with Emma further in front. Walking backwards to wave goodbye one last time. Henry met her eyes, but could only offer her a dumb gawk. She offered him a smile. A beautiful one, the sharp features of which didn’t cut like they had before, but instead seemed to give off a hint of longing. Hana. His little flower. Pretty, but dangerous.

The door clicked shut, and Abby turned to see Henry. “Oh,” she said flatly. “I was wondering what she was smirking at. Good morning, I guess.” Nonchalant as ever, although maybe more understandably so now, Abby passed by Henry and entered the kitchen.

“Hey, Abby…” Henry said, his attempt at a tender tone almost muted by his scratchy throat. Abby turned to him, and he sighed. “Look, I’m… sorry for being an asshole yesterday. I should have left you guys alone. It won’t happen again, I promise.” The resulting look on Abby’s face was something Henry had never seen before. It was like a battle between disbelief and joy on her face that grew more and more intense, her eyebrows alternately rising and furrowing. Joy prevailed in the end, as Abby smiled brightly. She lunged at Henry, almost knocking him over, and hugged him tight.

“Aw, Henry, don’t worry about it!” she said. “At least you gave us a few laughs!”

“Well, yeah, at my expense. But I gotta learn to laugh at myself too, I guess.” Henry gave an exaggerated shrug.

Abby studied his face in silence for a moment. “You’re not the Henry I know. What did Hana do to you?”

He blushed slightly. “Really? You’re giving her credit?”

“Well, duh. What else could it be? Maybe she’s good for you.”

“Yeah… Maybe you’re right.” Picturing their next date in his head, Henry smiled.

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“So… Did you and Henry enjoy yourselves?”

Hana tore her glassy-eyed stare from the treeline behind the rows of suburban houses as Emma’s question came. “Oh, yeah,” she said, correcting her wobbly course so as to not fall off the curb. “We had a great time!”

“Was he lying about his dick size?”

“You’d think so, but no.”

“Really? Well, did he make you… You know…”

“Cum? Yup! Several times, actually.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Emma said excitedly, then went quiet for a moment. “I bet his ego is through the roof now…”

Hana giggled. “I wouldn’t worry about that.” She glanced down at her phone; at the POV shot of her nine-inch cock between Henry’s pretty lips, its tip making his cheek bulge. Good head, a magic ass, a cute face and lots of meat on the bones… What a perfect boy. They’d have to plan their next date soon. She’d give Henry one day to text or call, then she’d have to seek him out in person. Like a predator stalking its prey. Maybe that would be fitting. After all, she was going to devour him.

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