“See? You’re like a head bigger and twice as thick.”
“You’re exaggerating,” he mutters, shifting so he can see from the side. “I think I’m higher on your dick than I should be.”
I reach under us and cup our balls together. A tingling sensation moves through my body with a jolt. Yep, I like that. “Nah. You’re lined up.”
He sighs.
Putting my finger on top of my head like one might if they were measuring height, I look up at Keno with triumph.“AndI can see your fat dick on either side of mine.”
Keno lets his head fall back. “I’mnotthat big!”
Sitting up, I bring his face to mine and kiss him hotly. His shoulders relax. “You know I love your big dick, right?”
“Etna—”
“Does it really bother you that I comment on your dick size?”
His eyebrows knit together as he stares into my eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard the ‘Asian men have small dicks’ comment?”
“I’m not sure you’ve been listening. I comment on yourbig, fatdick. I’ve never said anything about you being small.”
He rolls his eyes. “I guess I feel a little defensive. Even though you’re complimenting me or something.”
“I’m teasing you, but yes, it’s a compliment. Ilikethat your dick is big. Believe me, I’m not at all upset by your size, whether you’re considered big or small.”
Keno nods subtly. “I know that. But I’m notthatbig. Seriously. You’re exaggerating.”
“I beg to differ. I think we’ve both watched enough porn to know I’m average and you’re bigger than average. Especially considering how thick you are. I’mnotinsulting your dick, Keno. I’m not complaining or upset or threatened by… okay, I’m a little threatened by how thick you are, but that’s because I know eventually it’s supposed to go in my ass, and I’m not exactly comfortable with three fingers, never mind a fist.”
“Ohmygod, shut up.” He laughs, burying his face in my neck.
I grin. “Keno, I want you to smile. I want you to laugh. And I fuckinglovewhen you blush. But if it bothers you that I comment on your dick size, I’ll keep it to myself. Idon’twant to upset you. Ever.”
He sighs deeply. “It doesn’t. I appreciate this talk, though. Maybe I wasn’t sure if you were teasing me because you didn’t like my size or… this. So, thanks.”
“I’m sorry. It was insensitive of me.” I wrap my arms around him. “I should have asked if I was upsetting you.”
Keno shakes his head. “You can talk about my dick whenever you want.” He sits up. “In private. Just the two of us. Don’t forget that caveat, Etna.”
“Okay, but I’m going to advocate loudly that it’s a bullshit stereotype of what they say about Asian dicks.”
“Fuck’s sake, no, you’re not.”
“Are you sure? I can say so from experience now.”
Keno shoves me and I fall back on the bed, grinning. My smile splits my face even more when I see how red his cheeks are. But the tension in his shoulders is gone. I’m bothered he might have truly thought I didn’t like his dick; I’m pretty sure I always commented in awe, but I guess I don’t know my own tones of voice very well.
Let’s try this again.
“Now put your hands around our dicks and frot me,” I order.
He laughs. “Why are you like this?”
“I’m horny and you have your big dick pressed to mine. I want to see what all the fuss is. Need lube?”
Keno nods. I reach up to the nightstand where our bottle is and flip open the cap. Keno holds out his palm, and I squirt a bunch. I’m rewarded with another deadpan look. But when he wraps his hand around our dicks, my breath catches.
“Both hands,” I demand. “I need to feel your hand and dick everywhere, but your girth means you get more hand action than me.”
