It takes only a second for Mitch to shake off the shock caused by my previous words, and his expression is literally priceless. I wish I had a camera here with me because I don't think I will ever see him this wide-eyed. "What?" He asks, his voice not loud anymore but lowering to an unsure whisper, almost like he can't believe what I'm saying and he needs confirmation.

"I said show me," I repeat, my voice low and steady, not matching at all the drumming of my faltering heart, pumping blood so quickly that I feel almost dizzy. And to be honest, most of the blood is gathered south, my cock by now painfully hard and throbbing at the thought, despite the absolute terror and confusion that I'm feeling inside.

"You.. you want to see my dick?!"

Ha, that's my Mitch, not being afraid to call things with their names. The use of the word instead of his previous stiff behaviour relaxes me enough that I allow a grin to show on my face. "Well, according to you I already did, so..what's the matter?"

I know that it sounds completely ridiculous, and maybe a bit like the plot of a very bad frat porn. Yo bro show me your dick nothing weird about it. Whoops sorry bro your dick kinda slipped in my mouth, mind if I give it a little suck? Yeah, you don't have to tell me. But I have to see it with my eyes, to confirm to myself that he's lying, that he's just fucking with me because I annoyed him too much, and that it wasn't really him in that gorgeous pic that's now forever embedded in my mind.

And how can I be sure what the truth is, if I don't check myself? I'm just being logical here. I'm also a curious fuck, for sure, because I can't deny that now that I'm thinking about it, I want to see it, even if, as I believe, it turned out being average. I mean, me and Mitch basically grew up together! For a while we even shared an apartment! We went to the pool together, and the beach, and shared a bathroom....you get the point, there's no way I wouldn't know that he had a huge cock! I'm pretty sure I would've noticed sooner or later.

"There's no way I'm showing you my penis, it's too weird."

"Do it or I won't believe you."

"You know who the fuck cares? Not me."

"Come on Mitch!"

"Absolutely not, Scott!"

"Do it!"

"No!"

"I will pull down your pants if I have to!"

"Are you fucking listening to yourself?!" He shrieks, backing away from me, his back touching the far end of the couch as I get closer, my muscles shaking with anticipation. He looks frightened, almost like he's expecting to get assaulted. "Scott, stop it or I will kick your ass!"

"Ooooh, I would die to see you do that!" I smirk, getting a slap on my shoulder as a reply. A laugh bubbles in my throat at the frustration gleaming in his dark eyes, his mouth closed tight in an adorable pout. He looks like a child who got told he can't go to the fun park anymore.

"You're apparently dying to see my dick, your brain is clearly not functioning right now."

I huff, his wording having a complete different meaning than what I actually have in mind. "I don't wanna see your penis, I want to see that one, but since you're being so stubborn I'm asking for proof. I'm still fully convinced you only said that because you don't wanna give me Colton's number - which, by the way, wouldn't be a problem if you just said it."

He rolls his eyes, before unlocking the screen of his phone, a pointless attempt to ignore me. I have to force myself to not shake my head amusedly at him. I cough out loud, repeating the sound for as long as it takes him to raise his eyes from the screen and look at me, clearly annoyed.

"Are you gonna annoy me to death?!"

"Are you gonna show me your dick?"

His middle finger appears in sight, and I can't even have a snarky reply at that, my eyes completely focused on comparing the size of the single digit to the shaft captured in the picture. I don't know how I never noticed, but Mitch's hands are big and large, something that I probably never realized because they look so elegant and well kept, giving them almost a fragile look. And his fingers - they are very long, and thin, something that shouldn't surprise me since he's an extremely talented pianist. I wonder if those hands are talented in other business as well - I can almost recognize them shaped around that hard penis. And in a second, the image of his hands wrapped around mine flashes in my mind.

Involuntarily, my eyes fall from his hand to his crotch. I can feel myself blushing as I realize that I can pretty much distinguish the shape of his cock - probably because he came into the living room in full commando when I roughly called him. And from the size of the bulge it definitely doesn't look small.

"You're staring" he bluntly says, and my eyes rush to go back looking at his face and not at his, ehr, private zone, but I'm pretty sure he noticed anyway. Crap.

"I, uh -" I murmur, feeling my cheeks getting hot.

"It's creepy."

"What are you so afraid of?" I ask in an attempt to stop his judgement, my eyes searching his. They have frustration written all over them, and he rolls them before looking up, reflecting the ceiling light hanging above our heads. "We're best friends, there's no need for you to be shy! Unless, you know, you're bullshitting me. You can just say it, I swear I won't hold any grudge against you if -"

"Shut the fuck up." He interrupts me again, and I'm about to give him a snarky reply before I notice the look on his face. His jaw is set, his eyes closed in what looks like almost resignation. He swallows, before opening them and looking straight at me. "I swear to God, the things I do for you.."

What does h- holy fucking shit on a stick what the hell is he doing?!? I'm pretty sure I just squeaked as I watch Mitch - my best friend, the person who I grew up with, the one that's like family to me - pulling on the waistband of his pants with one hand before sticking the other one in. "Mitch what?!"

"I said shut up." He says in a steady voice, his eyes dark as his hand starts moving and sweet baby Jesus he's fucking touching himself in front of me. Holy hell I think I just forgot how to breath. My mouth opens, but no sounds come out of it as my eyes seem glued to his crotch, and I catch a glimpse of a trail of dark hairs covering olive skin, and my mind suddenly short circuits.

"What..what are you..?" I can't seem to stop watching as the fabric of his pants stretches above his moving hand, my brain confused entirely on the action going around down there, and I'm not even able to finish my question.

I feel shock running through my body as my blood increases its pace, rushing to reach its goal - which is my hardening dick. I can feel my boxers tightening around me, and I'm so glad I'm wearing my loose pajama bottom, because jeans would definitely be uncomfortable while sporting a boner. Don't judge - there's something incredibly exciting about someone pleasuring themselves in front of you, whether they're your best friend or not.

"You won't believe me, and I'm not one to be mistaken for a liar." He says, awakening me from my trance as my eyes shoot to look at him. His eyes are slightly glossed, and he bites his lip as he lowers his gaze, not looking at me in the eyes. "I'm giving you proof - and I needed to be..ready."

You see, I should say something at that, reply in some way. Say something like So you thought it would be a good idea to start masturbating right here? or Well, I appreciate the hard work, but every single rational thought flies out of the room as his breath catches in his throat, only the smallest intake of air, but it's enough to make my head lower to the show still going on. And what a show.

His pants are slightly pushed down, revealing the goodness underneath. Mitch's long fingers are wrapped around what I can only define as a piece of art - if we were back in Ancient Greek and they had to carve a penis out of marble, that is the model they should use. Ever heard about people claiming that celebrities look better in person than in pictures, because a photo can't really capture the details of the human body? Well, my mind has already replaced the image from that picture to the one I'm seeing in real life, because this, this is the real shit.

Mitch's dick is huge, there's literally no other word to describe it. Big wouldn't be enough. Large wouldn't contain the truth. My mouth dries at the sight, lump forming in my throat, as I try to swallow. The action causes my mind to switch to a particular fantasy of sliding that slab of thick and red meat through my lips, licking that protruding vein that runs from the tip to the very bottom, taking those round balls in my mouth to give them a hard suck.

My cock is now rock hard inside my pants, my asshole clenching at the mere sight of it. It's beautiful, and throbbing, and extremely inviting. It's everything I've ever dreamed of in my lonely nights or during unsatisfying bottoming sessions, everything I need. Right here, in front of me. It would be so easy to reach and replace the hand slowly massaging it and move things forward, but as my fist tremble on my thigh - and my penis pulsates painfully in my boxers - Mitch clears his throat, interrupting his work.

"So, uh."

Raise your eyes Scott, raise your fucking eyes. This is Mitch, your best friend, and it doesn't matter how much you want to stare at his ginormous penis, for the love of God please don't make things even more awkward by not moving your eyes. Oh my dear lord, I think they're stuck. Maybe now I understand what they means by aesthetic, because this is definitely mine.

"Uh?"

"Scott."

His steady voice almost makes me jump, but it's what makes me quickly move my eyes from his penis to his face. What I find written all over his features startles me as much as the sight of the surprise he has out of his pants - his expression can only be described with cockiness. His cheeks are slightly dark, but his eyes are shining and his mouth is drawn in a smug grin. It's pretty obvious that he's aware of how much this revelation affected me.

"Good boy, I thought you forgot where my face was." He jokes, but the combination of words and the awareness that his cock is just a few inches away, standing at attention, is enough to make me shift in my place, my own member twitching. "You happy now?"

No, I'm not. I would be if that was tearing my ass apart right now and - no, no. Mitch. This is Mitch. Mitch who has the biggest cock I've ever seen.. and it's been right THERE for years. YEARS.

I'm actually speechless, to say the least. What can I say? 'Yes, thank you'? 'You know I think I need another look'? 'Why you never told me?!' All of these possibilities don't sound all that great, but it's actually better than what leaves my mouth.

"Can I touch it?"

What the fuck did I just say?!

I immediately cover my mouth in shock, because that's absolutely NOT what I wanted to say. Mitch's eyes grow wider, and the smugness slowly morph into awkwardness. He giggles lightly, but I can see in the brief shift of his eyes that he's not feeling comfortable right now. And why would he? His best friend just asked if he could touch his huge naked cock, just like that, out of the blue.

"Uh, I think we've already passed the threshold of safe boundaries." He says in a voice that it's slightly higher that usual, and I actually want to slap myself for making him feel weird.

"No I, I swear I didn't mean -" I stutter, completely mortified. His hands move to tuck his cock back in his pants, and my eyes involuntarily shift to give it one last look, before I realize that I'm doing it again and I look back at Mitch. "Sorry I...sorry."

He gives me a reassuring smile, but that doesn't really help with my nagging embarrassment. He stands up, his hands faintly shaking, before clearing his throat. I raise my eyes to look at his face, although my mind is screaming at me, because his crotch is now in front of my face, still punching me with its presence.

"Don't worry. I, uh, briefly need the bathroom." He says, an apologetic smile drawn on his lips, not able to cover the amusement and the redness of his cheeks. "You can, uh, wait if you want, or, I don't know..."

It suddenly punches me in the guts what he needs to do, and that his stuttering means that he's not sure that he wants me here any longer. I basically jump on my feet, feeling slightly unbalanced at the sudden movement, my blood still focused on my hard dick - and I'm actually praying that he can't see it. It's bad enough that he thinks I'm the biggest freak of nature - his best friend is an unsatisfied size queen who just drooled all over his dick. He doesn't need to know that I'm dying to touch myself too, and release the tension built from his little show.

"No, yeah, I, uh, I'll go. It's already super late and - yes." I shift my weight from one foot to the other, unsure of what to do with my hands. "I'll see you tomorrow or.. or whenever, yes?"

He nods, looking everywhere but me, fidgeting. "Yeah, sure. Goodnight Scott."

I swallow the lump in my throat at the awkward goodbye, before saying it back and heading out of his apartment, the weird events of the night the only thing in my mind as I walk the few steps from his apartment to mine. I basically run into the shower as soon as I'm inside the familiar walls of my house, hoping that the cold water will help with my aching problem, but in the end the only thing I can do is wrapping a hand around my shaft and bringing myself over the edge with the mental image of Mitch pounding behind me - which is new, and scary, and a surprising turn on.

To be honest, his cock is the only thing haunting my brain, and my dreams, for the whole night, and the morning after, and the next days that I spend wondering if Mitch is avoiding me. There are different thoughts jumping in my brain in all this time, from wondering how it would be to feel it inside me, to laughing because I know Mitch would never do it, to being shocked because I'm even thinking about it. Many times I find myself phone in hand, or stopping in front of his door, unsure if I want to knock or not, but I always shrug it off, pretty sure that he needs some time to shake off the awkwardness. So I not-so-patiently wait for him to reach for me, somehow.

It takes three full days of worrying, fantasizing and regretting before he finally send me a text, asking if he can come over.

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First of all, I know, I'm not the best at titles. Some of you are probably screaming at me, probably this wasn't what you expected. I know I said brief and fast, but I'm one of those people who thinks that the expectations build the pleasure ;) That said... it's coming. Hold your horses just for a little while.

I'm so so glad you all are enjoying this weird creation of my mind, you have no idea! I'll see you next time, which will hopefully be very soon. :)