Summer Swap 6-14:

Sully returned to Scarlet’s side, showing a wide and smug smile. The front of his shorts were humped out in a familiar, excited bulge. Sully boy had enjoyed his lick challenge. But he’d done it for his watching wife, and her boy had done it well. He flopped down beside her and crossed his arms, scooting closer, and she hooked an arm around his shoulders, casting a narrow-eyed gaze beyond him to Paloma, who’d snuggled into Philippe. She kissed Sully’s neck, never removing her eyes from Paloma, who pretended not to care as Scarlet stared at her.

She played with Sully’s hair, whispering near his ear, “You shouldn’t have got on your knees for her.”

Sully stiffened, made an irritated sound in his throat. “What was I going to do, turn her upside down?”

She smiled at the thought. “Wouldn’t that have been something?” She could picture Sully kneeling on the couch and hoisting Paloma’s knees up, Paloma’s feet high in the air while he motor-boated her pussy and Paloma squealed with wild humiliation.

Sully side-eyed her. “You’ve gone crazy.”

She pouted and showed him mock surrender. “You did good, buddy. You did very good.” She played with his hair again.

“Damn right I did.”

She said, “Wipe your mouth.”

Sully rolled his eyes and ran his hand down from his nose to his chin. His childish smile got her to smile.

#

Lily was watching him and Scarlet with the look a teacher on the edge of their patience showed a student talking at the back of class. Sully said, Sorry,” and put up his hands. Scarlet laughed and kissed his shoulder, snuggled up next to him, nice and warm.

Lily kept her scrutinizing eyes on him while she flicked the spinner for the next round. Flicked it too well, because the thing went spinning right off the cardboard backing, up into the air like a drone and disappeared in the wind.

Lily squealed, and everyone laughed. Byron said, “Hey,” and fished the black spinner arrow out of his drink and held it up for everyone to see.

“Oh,” Lily said, really annoyed now. “Oh shoot. I knew that was going to happen.”

Byron lifted off his chair and passed the dripping arrow back to Lily—Byron hunched over, definitely hiding an erection. Lily passed the spinner and the cardboard base back to Arlo and Arlo tried to push the spinner back on, but the thing kept falling off.

“Mm, the game company has a spinner app,” Lily said. “I’ll just use that instead.”

While Lily opened her phone and looked for the app, Chey said, “I’m trying to figure out if I’m mad or glad the game’s going to keep going.”

Lily, eyes down, talking to her phone, said, “You can sit in your room by yourself if my game’s bugging you.”

Everyone mooed a lowing sound, like those were catty, and daresay, fighting words. Lily looked up, shocked. “What? I didn’t mean it like that.”

Cheyenne smiled still, but her brow lowered and she studied Lily carefully, looking stung. She said, “I meant we had a chance to stay out of trouble with the dares and now the game’s back on.”

Scarlet said, “Easy, tiger.”

Cheyenne looked at Scarlet, vexed, bothered that she was the one being warned. Scarlet cocked her head (like she was tightening the warning) and Chey’s shoulders slumped.

Chey said, “Sorry, Lily. I didn’t mean it like that, either.”

“It’s okay,” Lily said, still screen-swiping.

Sully groaned, the silence and the tension growing too big.

Lily said, “I already installed the app, whoever did that rude groan sound—Sully—so you can take it back now. See”—she presented them her phone screen—“I’ve got the spinner ready to go.”

“Then let’s go.”

“Someone’s getting too horny,” Lily muttered, turning the phone to herself now and tapping the screen. “All right then, we’re onto Team C and C—”

“Like the Music Factory,” Byron said.

Lily kept going. “No, like Cody and Carla. And they have to...” She touched her screen and waited. “Do something with . . . Oh, Philippe and Paloma.”

“P and P Music Factory,” Byron said, matter-of-fact. Only Chey laughed.

“No one knows what you’re talking about,” Sully called out over the table between them.

Byron said, “I like it better that way. These jokes are for me.”

Scarlet nudged him and asked Lily what it was they had to do to each other. Lily read the screen, her eyes narrowing to slits, her phone getting nearer to her face until her nose almost touched it. She shook her head and turned to show Arlo. Arlo rolled his eyes and shook his head side-to-side, smiling wide.

Cody said, “What is it? What do we have to do?”

Lily looked a little bothered now. “It says this one’s for the guys. That’s kind of gender specific. What year was this made?”

Arlo looked at the box, scanning the fine print, looking for a publication date for Lily.

Cody said again, this time a little more adamant. “What is it? What do we have to do?”

Arlo thought about it. “It’s not gender, Lily. Just a body part. We’ll treat it that way. ‘Guys’ can mean a lot of things.”

Lily’s brow furrowed, and she raised her eyes up in consideration. “Oh, yeah. I guess that’s okay. Is that okay, guys?”

No one knew what to say or how to respond and all just shrugged shoulders, looking at each other and waiting for an objection. None came, but Byron said what everyone was thinking: “We have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Arlo gestured to his wife. “Lily...?”

When Lily paused too long, Scarlet said, “Lily, tell the gentlemen what they’ve won.”

Lily cocked her head and looked from Cody to Philippe and back again, saying, “Mush your mushrooms.”

Paloma’s brow furrowed. She said to Philippe, “Mushrooms?”

“Oh my god, no,” Chey said and laughed into two hands cupped on her mouth.

“Fellas,” Lily said, dropping her phone to her thigh, showing a big, big smile, “you gotta mush”—pause—“your mushrooms.”

There was a ripple of light but unsure sniggering. Philippe said, “You mean penises, right? That’s my takeaway here.”

Scarlet said, “Yes, penises. Do you have mushrooms elsewhere?”

“Nope.”

“Yeah, then. Penises. Head to head, as they say.”

“A real tête-à-tête,” Byron said.

Sully called out again, “No one knows what you’re talking about, Byron.”

“A real meeting of the minds,” Chey said, and then looked at Byron for approval, both of them chuckling in kind of a sweet way that was good to see.

Arlo said in a cool, drawling tone, thick with mocking admiration: “Check out the big brain on Brett.”

Lily asked, “Who’s Brett?”

Byron said, “What, you haven’t seen Pulp Fiction?”

Lily scrunched up her face. “I don’t remember penises in Pulp Fiction.”

Philippe stood up, confident, smiling, saying, “Cody, looks like you’re off the bench, my friend. Time to get in the game.”

Cody stood up, looking unperturbed, one eyebrow raised to a wry angle. “Philippe, looks like we’re on.”

Philippe said, “Is this the main event, do you think?”

Cody stepped around the coffee table and met Philippe. “Something tells me Lily’s little game is only getting started.”

Philippe met Cody eye to eye, and they both looked at each other like gunfighters, both of them smirking, less than a foot apart from each other. Philippe said, “How are we doing this?”

Cody smiled wider, kept looking at Philippe, but saying to Lily: “So, what, Lily, like a simple boop and we’re done?”

“You wish,” Lily said, passing the phone to Arlo, who read it now, too.

Arlo said, “Thirty seconds of mushing.”

Philippe sucked his teeth, said, “Thirty seconds, huh?”

Sully laughed and said through cupped hands, “First guy that squirts has to suck the other guy off to completion.”

Scarlet said, “I’d watch that.”

He looked at her, shocked and frowning, hands dropping to his lap, eyes like MRI radio beams searching for a sign she was kidding. No sign detected, he turned up his nose. “You’d enjoy watching that?”

Scarlet only smiled, and beyond her, Carla sipped her drink. “I’d watch the fuck out of that,” Carla said in a sly, humorous confession.

“You guys are creeps,” he said.

Both women looked at him in mock offense and bewilderment, then at each other in commiseration. Scarlet said to Carla, “You see what I have to put up with? The Prudenstein monster over here.”

Sully thumbed toward Paloma, seeking to redeem himself. “Are you kidding? You just watched me...” Then stopped, realizing they were getting a kick out of fucking with him, and rubbed his forehead. “You guys are such assholes,” he said and took a deep breath.

Scarlet and Carla laughed, and Scarlet fell into Sully, leaning her head on his shoulder and looking up into his eyes. “You did say you would do anything, Sully-baby. Remember? You don’t back down.”

“Yeah, that sounds familiar,” he muttered.

#

Chey wasn’t sure how much enthusiasm she should show right now. Byron sat right next to her, and things between them had gotten weird. Not terrible territory yet, but definitely in an unsure and shaky section of ground that she didn’t like. But it wasn’t an easy thing to shake off. What she did; what he did.

Problem was, the enthusiasm she felt for this current spectacle was through the roof. Two hot guys with big, sexy schlongs about to sword fight?

She crossed her legs and sat back in the chair. Hated that position (too far away), then sat forward, elbows on knees. Her back was getting sweaty and the back of her neck itched with sexual anticipation. All the other girls were having fun with it. Scarlet’s cheeks red, eyes shiny; Carla, all sly-eyed and sipping her drink; Paloma with legs crossed, too, sitting forward, expression electric. Even cute and shy Lily, who’d somehow popped out of her prudish shell in a newly formed expression of sweet yet sadistic, was enjoying the show.

The two men unzipped their shorts, taking their time with it, doing this eye-thing where they stared each other down. Philippe reached into his fly and finger-hooked his massive dick, tugged it out and let it swing. It was a gnarly looking thing, lots of foreskin, wrinkles, hair. Cody popped his big boy out, too. His a perfect, gorgeous, man-model of a penis. Almost as big.

Scarlet—who Sully allowed to enjoy herself—said, “Get those shorts right down, boys. We want to see some cheeks.”

Chey couldn’t help laughing. But then felt bad, knowing it might make Byron uncomfortable. She leaned into his arm, and sweet Byron accepted her, putting his own arm around her shoulders. Maybe things weren’t as bad as they were both making them out to be.

Philippe and Cody shook their heads, but both men had no problem being the center of all the ladies’s attention. They unbuttoned their shorts and pushed them and their underwear right down. From Chey’s angle, she got a great view of Cody’s pert man-ass. This might be the hottest thing she’d ever had upfront access to. And she’d seen strippers at bachelorette parties. Philippe’s balls hung low, one lower than the other. Then that ball climbed up high all on its own, his whole sack then tightening up under his massive hog. It also went through some changes on its own, lengthening, thickening, the shape of his cock head starting to push through his shrinking foreskin. Cody’s too. Also starting to plump up, even jiggling a little with each heartbeat.

Scarlet said what Chey was thinking. “Oh my goodness, these two hunks are getting hard.”