No matter who it is I’m taking my cock out for.
13
CHAD
Fuck yes.
Holy shit. Oh my god! It’s actually happening.
John is about to show me his dick! I know I’ve been asking him since basically the moment I found out his piercings existed, but I didn’t think he’d actually show me. John really is more fun than he pretends to be.
He pushes his black jeans, and what looks like black boxer briefs, down in one motion.
I immediately drop down to my knees for a closer look.
“What the fuck are you doing?” John asks, sounding alarmed.
I tilt my head back to look up at him. “Looking at your piercing?” I answer like it’s a question, because what else would I be doing? That’s the entire reason we came in here.
He mutters “Jesus” under his breath again, and I focus my attention back on his dick. “Can you hold this up so I can see?” I say as I push John’s shirt up a bit so it isn’t covering anything. John sucks in a sharp breath when my hand runs over his abs as I do. My hands must be cold or something, so I pull away as soon as he grabs the shirt.
Much better. Now I can actually see him without the shadows from his clothes in the way. The first thing I really notice is the way his non-tattooed dick stands out compared to the rest of his skin that’s covered in black ink—his upper thighs, his hips and stomach, all the way to the neatly trimmed dark hair at the base of his happy trail is covered in tattoos.
I don’t know why, but I’m kind of surprised he manscapes at all. I’m personally not a huge fan of body hair on myself, maybe it’s a vanity thing, but I think my dick looks bigger and better when I get rid of it.
I guess I had just assumed John wouldn’t care about that sort of thing. But the more I think about it, he obviously does put a lot of effort into the way he looks… all those tattoos probably took years to get, and his beard—although longer than I’ve ever grown mine—is well groomed, not wild and unkempt like some people wear it. His long hair that he usually has tied up also looks healthy and shiny. So yeah, manscaping makes sense.
“You done?” he asks impatiently.
My hand automatically flies out to grab his thigh to stop him from moving as I loudly say, “Wait. What? No, I haven’t even looked.”
He jerks back a step so I’m no longer touching him. “Well, what the fuck are you doing down there?”
I shrug. “I got distracted by your tattoos.”
“Hurry up,” he growls. “This is weird enough already.”
“Okay,” I agree, taking a big breath as I focus my attention on his dick.
It’s big. Long and thick, even as it hangs soft between his thighs. I can only imagine how much bigger he is when he’s hard. Damn, his dick is probably bigger than mine. Not that that matters, it’s not a competition or anything. He’s cut, just like I am, and there, on the very tip, is a metal ball, almost like it’s coming out of the hole.
“Where’s the other side? Of the piercing? Or how does it stay like that?” I ask.
He sighs before answering in a tight voice. “On the underside. It’s a Prince Albert piercing.”
“Wait, didn’t you say there were multiple? I only see the one?”
“For fucks sake,” he groans before using his free hand to lift up his dick to expose the underside. Not only is the other end of the piercing now visible, but there are also five evenly spaced bars going through his cock horizontally, one on top of the next up the length of his shaft, like a ladder.
“Holy shit, there’re so many! That had to hurt.” I lift my hand out toward them without thinking, and John lets out a low warning sound. I freeze with plenty of distance still between us.
“Sorry,” I say quickly, although I’m unable to tear my gaze away from his dick.
Is he… I think he’s getting hard now. The head looks a little more swollen than when he first exposed himself, and there are now obvious veins visible running up and down the length, and it’s a different angle, but damn, I’m pretty sure itiseven longer now.
“You’re getting hard,” I point out aloud, which obviously I didn’t need to, but I don’t have the best filter on a normal day, let alone after as many drinks as we’ve had.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Chad!”
