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“You’ll heal,” I say.
Oliver swims closer, somehow still managing to look like a GQ cover model. “So, Allie. What do you want to know?”
“Truth or dare,” Carson reminds us all, and Oliver rolls his eyes.
“I’m a grown man. Playing games isn’t my thing. Whatever you want to know, Allie, I’ll tell you.”
“I can ask you what I already asked Russell?” I say. “But I need to get my phone from the table so I can record you. No more pulling me into the pool, Carson.”
He holds his hands up, palms facing out, surrendering to my demands.
When I’ve lifted myself out of the pool with as much grace as I can muster, and grabbed my phone, I get myself comfortably positioned on the side of the pool.
“Okay,” I say. “When did you realize you were above average in size?” I address the question to Oliver, who manages to keep a straight face.
“My dad mentioned that he was happy I was following in his footsteps. It was always a jokey thing that was mentioned with me and my brothers.”
“So it’s a family thing?” I get an instant icky feeling for asking about the size of his dad’s cock in a roundabout way. If Oliver is in his forties, his dad must be mid-sixties! This assignment is taking me to places I never thought I’d wander into!
“Yeah,” he says. “I guess, like anything physical, there’s a genetic element.”
“My first girlfriend refused to suck it,” Jonas says. “She said there was no way she could get her mouth wrapped around it. When I pointed out she’d sucked off my buddy the year before, she told me my dick was double the size of most guys.”
“Classy,” Clay comments.
“Yeah. She was a class act at giving head…at least that’s what my buddy told me.”
Stefan swims with an elegant breast stroke until he’s resting his arm on the pool edge next to my thigh. “I played sports right through school. It’s hard not to notice that you stand out in the locker room.”
“Yeah,” Jimmy agrees. “That’s the same as me. But then there are growers and showers so you don’t really know what size men are unless you see them erect.”
“That’s a good point,” Tom says. “Maybe that’s why men don’t seem that conscious about getting naked in front of each other despite the size differences?”
“And men don’t really discuss cock size much,” Clay says. “At least, it isn’t a conversation I’ve had with anyone other than girls I’ve been having sex with, until I told a few buddies what I was doing this week.”
“And how did that conversation go?”
“They were more interested in the beach house and the fact that I’m getting paid to talk about my junk than they were interested in discussing the actual subject matter.” He squints up at me, his hazel eyes even lighter in the glare of the sun. “In fact, they’re all in committed relationships and they have much smaller dicks than me and Carson, so I guess that’s some evidence that dick size doesn’t matter when it comes to long-term success in the love game.”
“In my experience, women have found sex with me daunting at first. It’s only once we’ve gotten over the first penetration that they’ve relaxed into it,” Tom says.
“Do you have a way of reassuring?” Oliver asks. “Like, something you always say to encourage things to progress.”
Tom nods. “I remind them that babies come out that way, and my dick is a lot smaller than a baby’s head.”
There’s a ripple of laughter around all the men in the pool. “Yeah, I’ve said the exact same thing,” Carson says.
“And me,” Jimmy adds.
I look to Theron and Gabe, who both entered the pool quietly via the steps rather than jumping in like the rest of them. It’s cute that they didn’t want to disrupt our discussion.
“What about you, Theron? When did you realize you were on the upper end when it comes to size?”
“I’m from a Greek family,” he says, as though that explains everything.
“Greeks don’t have the same kind of sensibilities as other nationalities,” Gabe explains. “You got a big dick? That shit’s discussed proudly by your father at every family gathering.”
“Yeah…it’s Thanksgiving and the turkey neck will be compared to your cock size,” Theron holds out his hands in an exaggerated measurement. “It’s Christmas, and the Toblerone is compared to your dick.”
