Kyle's hard again

As John is still on the comedown of his orgasm, Kyle's freshly milked cock is hard as stone. Looking down at his best friend, panting as his knees are still wobbling, Kyle grabs his rod and strokes himself, the skin pulling back and coming forward seems to expand more and more as it grows to full mast. With an erotic thought as well as a bomb of a babe in front of him, he has a great idea.

"John, can you lay on your back? I have a fun idea." Kyle asked, as natural as asking a friend small favor.

"Ahhh, sure." John replies with a soften female voice, his newly soar body rolls over from all fours onto his back, his knees up crossed together. As he now sees his best friend in front of him, his face instictly blushes. "Why, why is my face going red? And why isnt my heart slowing down?" John thought to himself, unsure why the now minute rest still hasnt calmed down his heart. His eyes now focusing into more detail. "When did he look so much taller? And his arms..." John thought to himself, he and Kyle go to the gym together, but why does his arm, no, his body look more toned. As his eyes continue to lower more and more, he eventually stops at his own knees blocking Kyle's lower stomach.

"John" Kyle steps closer and on the edge of the couch. "Can you open your legs, I wanna try something." His hands rest on top of John's knees, as John looks up toward Kyle's eyes.