Nikolai popped a grape into his mouth, then glanced over at Reid.
“For where we’re going, you should probably put on some shorts. Oh, and bring a swimsuit.”
He had no idea where they were headed, but suddenly felt a shiver of excitement. Reid went back to his room, then remembered one teeny, tiny, important problem.
“Hey, Niko?” He tipped his head back into the hallway. “I didn’t exactly pack a pair of swim trunks.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I got you covered. Check on the bed.”
Reid suddenly felt nervous as he turned to look at the bed.
Yup. Sitting in the center of the bed, spreading its wings as far as the bright-pink and deep-green fabric would stretch, was his very own teeny, tiny Speedo!
What. The. Fuck?!
Judging by the lack of material, it appeared that once again, Niko had forgotten about the incredible size of his dick.
Perhaps he needed to slap the bitch across the side of his face to remind Niko, once and for all, that his dick required more material to protect it from the sun, the water, and gawking eyes.
From the kitchen, he heard Niko begin to chuckle.
“Asshole,”Reid whispered under his breath.
He wasn’t about to let Niko get the better of him.
“Oh, perfect! The color is really going to make my eyes pop!” Reid shouted in mock excitement. His buddy was really testing out the strength of their friendship.
“Along with some other things, when people get a load of you,” he heard Nikolai whisper from his perch in the kitchen.
Reid decided to try on the hideous swimsuit to see if he could fitallof himself inside of it.
Nope. The head of his cock stuck out, refusing to suffocate itself beneath the thin layer of material.
Perhaps if he…
Reid bent his shaft and forced it down into the suit, only stopping once his dick was safely secured under the iffy fabric. He looked at himself in the mirror and reached a truly frightening conclusion. If he popped even the slightest of boners, his dick would burst out, saying hello to any unlucky—or lucky—soul within ten feet of his position.
Someone needed to tell Niko that his choice in clothing was truly terrifying.
Reid threw on a pair of shorts and checked himself out in the mirror once more.
Damn, he looked hot.
17
REID
While Niko’s preferred method of travel was his Harley-Davidson motorcycle, he also owned a souped-up truck that screamed, “I’ve got a small penis.”
If Reid didn’t know Niko, he would have thought that the man was trying to compensate for a lack of something else between the legs—but nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, Reid sometimes wondered how the women Niko fucked could survive taking all that Russian meat?
The thing was huge!
It was basically a battering ram that god had mistakenly stuck between Nikolai’s legs and called it a penis.
To be honest, when they first met, Reid was a little cock-shy when it came to comparison. Not that he had a small dick by any means, but compared to Nikolai’s, Reid’s dick was still a baby.
Reid adjusted his cock in his tight-as-fuck, mini—he still wasn’t sure what to call it.
