Nick was sitting at his desk poring over his math textbook for the past hour, taking copious notes in preparation for his midterm the next week. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and he saw that it was his buddy Travis who was calling him. Travis was at a party, and Nick wondered what kind of trouble Travis was in now. They were best of friends, but Travis always managed to create chaos out of thin air, and more often than not Nick would have to bust in to save his ass. He considered letting the call go to voicemail and getting back to his book, but his buddy could be in real trouble, and reluctantly he picked up Travis' call.
"Dude, how long is your dick?" was the question that greeted Nick. Nick almost wanted to hang up immediately, but decided to stay on a little longer to check if his buddy wasn't too drunk.
"Travis, how much have you had to drink?"
"I'm sober enough, thanks for asking, but this is a serious question here. Just trust me for once and answer me: how long is your dick?"
Nick sighed, and decided to play along. "About 7 inches erect, I guess?"
"Great! I knew you'd be able to help out. Get down to College and Jameson, the yellow apartment building, and ring Apartment 14. I'll let you in when you get here," Travis said, and he hung up before Nick could give his shouts of protest.
Nick almost wanted to call back and give his refusal, but Travis was unbelievably resistant on party-based matters, and Nick knew it would be futile to refuse this invitation. He was also somewhat worried Travis was completely drunk, and would need someone to see him home. With that he got on his bike and started cycling to the address he was given, wondering what Travis was up to now.
Ringing the apartment number, Nick heard Travis' voice from the buzzer, saying "Alright dude, you're here! Just come to Apartment 14 and knock, the door will be open." Nick complied with the instructions, preparing himself for the wasted state his friend would be in and the words of advice he'd use to coax him out of trouble, and was completely unprepared for what awaited him.
As Nick opened the apartment door, he was greeted by the sight of Travis nude form, his long gangly blond dreads on his skinny frame, sitting on a couch with a huge smile on his face, as a smoking hot brunette girl was sucking on his dick.
"Nick, you made it!" Travis said, welcoming Nick with open arms. "Jen, this is Nick." The brunette girl released her mouth from the erect penis and looked up to Nick, giving him a better view of her. She was extremely pretty, with a waifish face and huge blue eyes, her wavy brown hair falling slightly past her shoulders. She had medium sized tits and a skinny waist, with enough of an ass to be considered bootylicious. Somehow, she seemed familiar to Nick, and before he could place her she stood up and approached him, whispering into his ear, "I think you should get naked too, so we can start."
Travis apparently noticed the look of shock that crossed Nick's face, and started chuckling at his reaction. "Man, sorry dude, I forgot to tell you what you were getting into. I met Jen here at the party, and she really wanted to fuck back here at her place, but she's craving a little excitement, y'know? Not literally 'a little', though, she wants big enough cocks to satisfy her, and luckily for you and me, we qualify!"
Jen seemed to be ignoring Travis, already working on the belt at Nick's shorts, before pulling both his shorts and underwear down to his feet, revealing Nick's growing erection. She stared at it for awhile, and said, "I'm going to have to fix this, aren't I?", before wrapping her lips around its base and sucking back and forth, slurping greedily on his ever growing member.
Nick, in the meanwhile, wasted no time in getting his shirt off, revealing his toned upper body, with noticeable pecs and abs that weren't too huge, just results from semi-regular trips to the gym. His own short-cropped brown hair was more respectable than Travis' unkempt locks, but it merely reflected the difference in their personalities, but it did not affect the trust and friendship they had. With his shirt off, he quickly stepped out of his shorts and boxers that had been pulled down to his ankles, careful to allow Jen to maintain her careful rhythm that had quickly brought him to full mast.
Releasing her lips from a dick once again, Jen leaned back with a look of satisfaction, saying "You're much larger than 7 inches, Nick, probably closer to 8. But that's all the better, and it looks like we're ready."