Cam: Around 8.5 inches
Scott blinked.
Scott: You’re so full of shit. Prove it.
Cam: All right, moving on.
Scott: lol I knew you were bullshitting. Your dick is actually 5 inches, admit it.
Cam: You’re a child.
Scott: 4 inches? That’s all right, babe. Nothing to be ashamed of. Size doesn’t matter, it’s how you use it.
Cam: for fuck’s sake.
Cam:[image attached]
Scott’s mouth went dry. It was a picture of a strong male hand—Cam’s hand—holding a half-hard cock. It was fucking huge, even though it wasn’t even fully hard.
Cam: Happy now?
Scott: I don’t know… it’s pretty big, sure, but it doesn’t look 8.5. Get it hard.
Cam: You can’t be serious. I’m not going to jerk off to send you a dick pic. That would be weird.
Scott wondered whether he should tell him that sending the picture of his half-hard cock to a gay friend was plenty weird already, but eventually he decided against it. He didn’t want Cam to freak out over nothing. And this was nothing. A normal late-night conversation between buddies.
Scott: Don’t be a pussy. Come on. For science. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
Cam: Whatever gave you an idea that I want to see your dick? You should’ve threatened to show it if I didn’t show you mine.
Scott: If my ego were more fragile, you’d have crushed it.
Cam: Good thing it isn’t, then.
Scott: OK, send a dick pic or you’ll get mine. I’m serious.
For a long moment, Cam didn’t answer.
Then a picture popped up.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Scott stared at the thick, long, veiny cock in Cam’s hand and had to lick his suddenly dry lips. Wow. Just wow. Although Scott obviously wasn’t a size queen himself, he knew plenty of gay men who were, who loved nothing more than a big dick in both of their holes. A cock like that would drive them crazy. They would slobber all over it like they were possessed, lick the vein on the underside before sucking on the red, fat head. They would put it into their mouths and try to take all of it, even though it would be too much—
Scott moaned, stroking his cock faster. Fuck. Fuuuck.
He came into his hand and fell back against the couch, still breathing heavily.
Wiping the mess on his hand against his shirt, he reached for his phone again.
Scott: Nice. Though it’s closer to 8.4 in my expert opinion.
Cam sent him a middle finger emoji.
Scott grinned. God, he adored that guy.
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