One Last Vacation

He was right of course. Things were different.

My hand moved over to his dick, which was back in the modest state I had seen so often over the years, and Ken offered no resistance when I wrapped my hands around his limp stem. His cock was no bigger soft than mine was, and when I began pulling on it I could immediately feel this difference.

Ken's cock was very rubbery, almost elastic to the touch, and after a minute I could feel his member begin to respond to my handling. The increasing size of it was making it more of a challenge to properly stroke, but a minute later I was running my hand up and down the length of his amazingly long erection.

"Can't believe it, man," I whispered in the semi-darkness. "Your cock is so big hard. Has Denise ever... you know seen it? Hard, I mean."

"Yes," Ken said, and as I felt a coldness on the back of my hand I realized that he had squirted some lotion on himself, and my hand now slid smoothly on his cock. "Caught me jerking off once."

"Really?" I asked. "What did she do?"

The silence in the room was deafening, as only the squishing sound of my hand and our breathing were audible. I found myself getting onto my knees at Ken's side, and when I started using both hands to jerk off my friend, he began to move his hips up and down against my grip.

"Well?" I asked.

Kenny grunted seconds before he came, and his cum flew wildly out of him and all over us as I pumped his floppy over-sized organ long after he was completely drained.

I wiped my cum-drenched hands on the sheet and joined Ken back on the bed, quietly staring at the ceiling while I tried to figure out everything I had said, done and heard.

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