I nod slightly because he knows me well. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I know it’s fucked up. But I can’t get it out of my head.”

He takes a deep breath and then makes a sweeping motion with his hand toward me. “Show me.”

“What?” Now it’s my turn to be startled as I look at him with big eyes.

“Show me. You’re right. We’re friends, and if you need me to confirm that you don’t have a micro-dick, then I will.”

“Hey, I know it’s not that small,” I say, suddenly feeling a rush of nerves and maybe something else I can’t quite pin down. Then I feel my dick start to plump up at the prospect of being seen.

Apparently, it doesn’t matter that it’s my best friend and not some chick.

“Really?” I ask, just to make sure. I can’t ruin our friendship.

“Really.” He keeps his face serious, acting calm and totally Camden as he looks me in the eye. “Show me.”

My hands tremble as I go for the knot around my waist, my heart beating too fast in my chest as I drop the towel to the floor.

I try to keep my breathing steady as Cam’s eyes trail from my face down to my torso and then settle on my dick with an appraising gaze.

“It’s nice,” he says calmly.

“Nice?” I ask, looking down at my cock that’s now fully hard from the attention, standing straight up and proud.

He looks away, looking back at my face with a smile. “Yeah. Nice. Definitely not small. It’s a nice dick. Now, please put it away.” Is it me, or does his voice sound a little strained?

I grab my underwear and pull them on, not wanting to ignore his request. “Nice.” I repeat the word, not really liking it. Although, I’m not sure what I was expecting.

I pull on my jeans and zip them up carefully, since I’m still sporting a hard-on. Then I notice he keeps his back to me as he finishes getting dressed. Is he hard too?

I try to push that thought away and pull my shirt on. “Thank you.”

He turns around to face me with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. But I notice he’s holding it in front of his crotch more than usual.

“It’s not a problem. But I’m not doing it again. Just know she was definitely lying to get in your head.”

That makes me smile, my chest pumping up with pride. “She also said I’m a bad lay,” I blurt out as we walk through the gym toward the exit.

He pushes the door open. “Yeah. Can’t help you with that.”