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He took a breath, a deer-in-headlights expression forming on his face, but I spoke before he could mumble something apologetic.
    “You can look, dude.” He frowned, gaze flicking between mine and glimpsing
    down at my loosely hanging dick. “I don’t give a shit. I’m not gonna beat on you for staring.” Craig nodded slowly, a small smile tentatively curving his lip.
    “You’re amazing,” he said, finally. Now it was my turn to blush, though I think I
    hid it with a well-timed cough and by slapping some soap onto my face. “I don’t just mean your…y’know. I mean how nice you’ve been to me, when I don’t deserve it.”
    I grunted noncommittally, eyes clamped shut as soap threatened to blind me. I
    gestured feebly in the vague direction of the water and muttered, “You mind…?” as
    distinctly as I could without opening my lips properly. Craig quickly stepped to one side, allowing me to push my face under the spray and clear away the suds that had already begun to sting the corners of my vision. I ducked my head, scrubbed at my eyes after having made sure my fingers weren’t themselves soapy.
    It was as I was staring down, blinking away water, that I found myself looking at
    his dick again. He wasn’t soft, that was clear—I guess I wouldn’t be soft if I stood in a shower with a girl I liked—but he wasn’t hard either. He was at that fat, firmly squishy state somewhere in between, emphasizing quite how well hung he was. It still looked out of place dangling between his slender thighs.
    “What did you have to do to get that big dick?” I asked him, chuckling. He
    flinched a little—perhaps he hadn’t considered that just as he was looking at my body I might be examining his—and his hands made a quickly aborted movement toward
    covering himself. I wondered just how many people had actually seen him naked; he
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    certainly didn’t have the body language of a guy who was comfortable being looked at, even when he was wearing clothes.
    “Um,” he stuttered, “it just got that way.”
    I laughed properly then, gave my hips a quick shake so that my own dick
    twitched and flicked water from its swinging tip. I wasn’t as big as Craig, though I was probably a fair bit thicker, but I didn’t really care.
    “Well, I hope you’ve been showing it off to plenty of people,” I told him. “I reckon gay guys would be pretty excited about a big dick like that.”
    He gave me a sour look. I guess I already knew that he hadn’t really had much in
    the way of attention so far. That was more down to the quietly conservative way of our town than it was anything wrong with Craig himself. In fact, though I wasn’t really all that familiar with judging guys for their attractiveness, even I could see he was cute enough—delicate features offset by a mouth slightly large in comparison, and striking green eyes you only really saw when his black bangs were water-slicked out of the way.
    “Just me and my friend,” he finally said, holding up his hand in case I hadn’t
    figured he was talking about jerking off.
    I shook my head with exaggerated disappointment. “Wasted talents, Craig,
    wasted talents.” I shook my hips again, to emphasize my point, and after a beat he chuckled, gave his own hips a flick that sent his arcing length slapping wetly against his thighs. I grinned at him, pleased somehow. “Dude, that’s what I’m talking about. You got blessed; might as well make the most of it!”
    He shrugged, a sheepish expression back on his face, but at least with less of the self-consciousness of before. “Yours is nicer,” he told me, tipping his chin to gesture in my direction.
    I looked down, then wrapped my fingers around my junk and kinda shook it all
    out, as if I was presenting it for inspection. There’s a band around the middle that gets really thick when I’m all the way hard, and my old girlfriend had once told me that it was totally noticeable when we were screwing. Softer,