It seems I published my first story twice by mistake! I’m sorry! I’ll have to take care of that sooner or later.

As I left you guys, my friend patch decided that she was going to scare me half to death after a cuddle-therapy session by grabbing the crotch of my pants. The issue is that she’s a lesbian and had never been attracted to guys. I guess here and now is the best place to start again.

So patch has asked me how big my manhood was. Needless to say my cheeks were getting a little red at this point. It’s not that I’m embarrassed about my size, I’m just as average as any white guy. I was just surprised at how forward my openly lesbian friend was being.

I swallowed hard and figured out what to say. “um…It’s pretty average.” Was all I could muster.

Patch giggled in my ear, squeezing the spot on my jeans. I felt blood wanting to double time it to that spot as my member started to get stiff. “I’m starting to understand,” She joked, playfully running her hand up and back down the peak in my pants. “ya know, I’ve never seen one outside of porn, so I was just curious is all.”

My cheeks were probably as red as her hair now. I turned my head back just a little. All I saw was the white shell-plastic of an eye patch I had made her two christmases ago. It sort of looks like one I had seen in that Kill Bill film, the one with a red cross on it. It was sweet of her to wear it. I was only realizing now that she had it on.

I was still feeling slightly awkward, but my confidence kicked in almost instantly.