"Holy fuck, man!"

Craig speaks first. "Holy fuck, man! You could kill someone with that thing."

You hold your open laptop in front of yourself to cover up and start to apologize, but he cuts you off. "How thick is that thing?" There's a tone of jealousy in his voice. You've fantasized about this. It's hot when people admire your dick.

Your cock spasms and a huge stream of precum leaks outs smearing onto your keyboard. Suddenly, your laptop starts blaring the moans and grunts of the porn you were watching; your dick must have mashed a button.

"Fuck, dude. I'm sorry," you say. You look down as a thick rope of precum stretches from the tip of your cock and drips to the floor. "I wasn't expecting you to be home so early."

A small pool of pre is forming on the carpet. You notice Craig's shorts are tenting slightly. He seems mesmerized. He is just staring at your cock.

He takes a few steps forward and slips off his shirt, eyes fixed on your dick. "I've never seen such a juicy dick, bro. You always leak like that?"

"Yeah." Even more so, when I have an audience apparently. Another glob oozes out.

"Mind if I--" Craig is down on his knees now. He leans forward with his mouth open. "I just wanna taste it, bro."