“Bad idea, man,” Fletcher says. “We should stop this now, before we go too far.”

Shane ignores the warning from Fletch and exposes his big, throbbing dick. I gasp. He’s huge! He allows me to stare for a moment, taking in how gigantic his cock is. I study the thick long shaft, the plum-shaped head glistening with pre-cum, and the heavy furred balls hanging beneath it still nested in his shorts.

I gulp.

“Your turn, Fletch.”

I whip my head to the side. Will he show me too? Fletch is the more rational of the two, but that didn’t stop him from participating in our three-way make-out session the other day.

“This is not going to happen,” Fletch says as he stares at the television. The porn isn’t really as interesting to me as what is going on right here on this couch.

Shane slides his hand around his shaft. “You’re right, man. Your monster would probably scare her anyway.”

“Shut the fuck up, Shane.”

“Monster?”

“Fletch is hung like a fucking horse.”

My eyes get wide, and I can’t stop the quick glance at Shane’s cock, still out. Still huge.

“Yeah, Velma. Fletch is even bigger.” He fake whispers, “He’s enormous. Biggest I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m going to kill you, Shane.”

"So... when you say Fletch has the biggest you've ever seen, how big are we talking exactly?"

Shane laughs. “For science, of course.”

"Well, you can't just casually drop that kind of information on a girl and expect her not to ask any follow-up questions." I wish I had my notebook with me to record this.

“I’m right here,” Fletch protests.

"Seriously, I want to see it." Oh, geez. I think I said that out loud.

“He’s part Viking or something.”

Fletch shakes his head but surprises all of us by pulling down his shorts. His erect cock springs out, and I gasp at the size of it. It flexes and swells even more while I am watching it. “Whoa.”

It is thick and almost lewd, it is so big.

“Told you,” Shane says. Then he nudges me. “You should touch it.”

“Can I?” Normally, this would not be my reaction, I think. But not only am I super turned on, but my curiosity and desire for knowledge is amped up to eleven.

“This isn’t a petting zoo,” Fletch says, but he’s exhaling a little too loudly for me to believe he is immune to how hot this is.

“Please, Fletch.” I look down at the anaconda between his legs. “Please. I really want to touch it.”

“Listen to her begging to touch your cock. That’s fucking hot.”