Yes

After a deep breath, you try to find a place to begin.

“So I was journeying yesterday and I accidentally stumbled on a hut deep in the ponds.”

You look up to see him patiently waiting, he gives you a small nod to continue.

“So… I climbed up and knocked on the door in hopes that someone would give me shelter since my boots were flooded with swamp mud..”

He stares at you silently, waiting for you to continue. His brow is a bit more furrowed than the last time you looked up.

“A really beautiful woman greeted me at the door and once I was inside, I could see that her entire hut was full of apothecary things. She offered me a seat and she….gave me a drink…”

You can feel your face grow red as you sheepishly look up to see his expression. He looks incredibly concerned.

“I drank it and it….gave me a hard on….then made me cum….kind of”

You check on him and he is as still as he can possibly be with both eye brow raised in shock. He takes a moment for thought then asks a question you weren't expecting.

“Why did she give you that drink?”

You try to collect your thought to recount the story with as much tact as possible but instead your mouth opens letting the words all leave in a jumble.

“So each of the times I ‘finished’ she stole inches off my dick and she had me down to two inches but I found a way to freeze time before reversing that part... with one of her spells... which means I unintentionally got a few more inches added on but then she was pissed that I got my dick back so she bound me with magic and milked me because the magic inside me from... using the spell... made it so that I could make potions with my cum but it was so intense and I didn't want to do it any more so I begged her to stop and let me rest so she **** me to go to sleep but I had a weird dream that a jellyfish was tying off and squeezing my junk until I felt like it was going to be ripped off but I snapped out of my dream and the witch checked on me and she was nicer and acted like nothing happened and told me it was all a hallucination from the side affects of the 'full moon cordial that she accidently gave me' but I know she’s lying because she sent me here with... a weird note and now my dick isn’t physically attached to me but I can still feel it...”

You are afraid to look up but after taking a deep breath you muster up the courage to do so.

“...so downstairs…?”

“I think she still has it and is toying with me in her hut. Whatever magic she used magic made me... really happy.”

“When she… did you…?”

“NO, no I did not. She started to get more intense so I got out of there before I could make a scene. The worst part is that she brought me to right to the edge but didn’t let me finish and so now I’m just…” you direct your speech to the floor with halfhearted chuckle, “uncomfortably fluffed with no way to finish.”

Being frank gives you a little bump of confidence. You decide to look up and check on him, catching a glimpse of his hand adjusting himself as he shifts his position in the chair. Was he….? The next question abruptly stops you from thinking deeper.

“So what spell did you do to get it back the last time? Could you do that again?”

That question put ice in your veins. You were embarrassed to tell him what had happened between you and the witch because of the awkward follow up questions and potential judgement.

To be honest, you really enjoyed the feeling of it. Before the witch, you had wondered what it would be like to have your ass fucked. You have always had an attraction to all types of people, but you’ve only ever acted on your attraction to women so there was never a need to tell him. What if you tell him about it and he starts asking more questions? Would he still be your friend?