Comfort him

I threw my arm around his shoulders, expecting to give the normally accepted one arm pat on the back. Except as soon as my arm was around him, Mike slumped over against me, his head landing on my shoulder as he continued to tear up. I realized that I was suddenly holding him and my cock began to stiffen.

"She said she just wasn't interested in a relationship," he said sounding lost and confused. "I was a booty call! Can you believe that?"

"She didn't know what she was giving up, brother," I said. I could smell the manly scent of his after shave and feel his shoulder muscles through his clothes. "There are plenty of other girls out there."

"Not like her," Mike said. "Meg was...special. She had something other women dont have."

A cock, I thought, which helped me become fully erect.

"Whatever it was, you can do better," I assured him, then decided to take a small risk. "But after seeing pictures of your cock, she is going to have a hard time finding a replacement for that."

Mike laughed through his tears.

"Sorry, I was just trying to show her off, I didn't mean to show that off," he told me. "I feel pretty bad about that."

"Its okay man, as long as we've been friends, I probably should have seen that years ago," I said. "If it will make you feel any better, I'll show you mine."

He laughed again, but this time he sounded different.

"Thats not necessary," Mike said.

"Hey, I just don't want you to feel bad, if thats what it takes I'm happy to whip it out right here in the parking lot," I said.