Eventually, the door opens, and we form two lines to move inside. It’s not a rapid line since everyone’s bracelets need to be scanned before entrance. I don’t mind. There’s a nice breeze right here, and I’m still side-eyeing the giant dick.
There’s a young man inside, twenties probably. He’s standing with a man easily twice his age with gray hair at the sides of his head. I can see hair peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt—a shirt that struggles around his biceps and hard chest.
The younger man is smiling from ear to ear as he greets those who walk in. We watch as a few guys stop around them, joining the small crowd. I don’t hear what the newcomers say, but the younger man says, “Oh! Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Elijah, and this is Laiken, my partner. I’m so happy you could make it.” His voice carries. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s excited or if his voice just carries.
Oscar leans in as we pass. “You think the stone cock out front was modeled after one of them?”
I burst out laughing. “Oh my god, I thought it was modeled after someone too!”
Alka’s chuckling too. “I mean, it makes sense. If I had to guess, it’s the older man’s dick.”
“Why do you think that?” I ask.
“Because it’s Elijah’s collection. If I were going to put a dick on display, I wouldn’t choose mine. I’d choose Oscar’s. It’s far more impressive, and I’m definitely far prouder of it,” Alka says.
I laugh again. “I mean, it does have a following all its own, right?” I look at Oscar with a grin. “Do you have a dildo line of replica Honey Sin dicks?”
“Yes,” Alka and Oscar answer together.
My eyes widen. “I was kidding, but that’s… wild.”
“It’s on my website,” Oscar says, smirking.
“Okay, that only further proves my point,” I say as we wander through the different exhibit halls. There’s something to look at everywhere, but we’re working our way into the back where the monster dicks can be found. Hopefully, starting in theback will work in our favor too and there will be less people around.
The room of monster dicks is filled with what I’m going to go out on a limb and say are dildos. There’s also a whole lot of art, most of which is partnered with the dildos to give us a look at the beast that would wield such a weapon.
When I say there are bulges and ridges and scales and knots and, and, and all over the place, I cannot emphasize it enough. Some are definitely modeled after penises of animals but with embellishments, and yes, I still find it disturbing.
But others…
“Where do people dream this shit up?” Alka asks as we stop in front of one that’s the size of my arm… in both length and girth No, I’m not exaggerating in the least. I can’t imagine anyone actually using that.
“I can’t even imagine,” I say.
Since most of these are just dildos that I have a feeling we can buy online, we move into the next room, which is Ancient Egypt. The first thing we get to is a mummified penis. Talk about presenting the good stuff right when you walk in the door.
“Oscar?”
The three of us turn at Oscar’s name. Both men with me smile at the couple walking toward us. These aren’t the same men we hung out with a few weeks ago, but they’re definitely good looking. I feel a little intimidated by them.
I’ve never been so self-conscious of my looks until coming to Kala. It’s like the beacon of good-looking people. Where are the average guys like me? Or maybe everyone just went through a glow-up by stepping foot onto the island. Island magic, like island time, is a thing, I guess.
“Hey,” Alka says as I watch the four take turns embracing. He comes back and wraps his arm around my waist. “This is our boyfriend, Ruby,” Alka introduces. My stomach flips. That’s the first time he’s used that word. The first time he’s introduced me as such.
It feels good.
“This is Jake and Henry,” Alka finishes.
My insides freeze because I recognize those names. Jake holds out his hand with a smile. I somewhat blindly reach for it.
These are the guys that Oscar and Alka swing with. Right in front of me. My heart races, and I shift uncomfortably as I shake Henry’s hand too. “Hi,” I greet, because that’s polite.
“This is awesome, right?” Jake asks, looking around. “I thought the nude beach on Makara was going to be the place where I’d be surrounded by the mostvisibledicks. I was definitely wrong.”
“Did you see the cocken?” Henry asks, laughing. “It’s a chicken with a cock head. It’s in the lineup of animals with cock appendages a couple rooms over.”
Alka laughs. “Wow. No, we didn’t.”
