Bonus Scene: Cocks and Creativity, a bonus scene for Graduation and Gifts

Coop

Re-reading the instructions, I scratched at my chin. The silicone mold didn’t seem so bad. All I had to do was get it hard, shape the softened and warm silicone around it, let it set and then peel it off. Afterward, I could work on getting the customized dildo made.

On the computer screen were a list of different piercing types. The one that had started this whole line of investigation had already been crossed off as no way in hell was I doing that to my dick. Not even for Frankie.

Well, okay maybe for her if she really wanted it but she didn’t so fuck that noise.

That left me with a few other options. After double-checking the door was locked, I finished getting everything set up. The warmer was basically a glorified wax heater, but I’d bought all the different pieces and just had it shipped in rather than talk to Jeremy or Archie about it.

One, I didn’t need that kind of grief. Two, that was a conversation I would never have with the guys if I could avoid it much less Jeremy.

Just nope.

Fortunately, Rachel had proved to be a fount of knowledge on the subject. And, she could keep a secret. Something else to be applauded. Warmer going, I glanced down at my dick and sighed.

“Okay buddy, you and me got some work to do.” We’d gotten as familiar with my hand as we used to be and neither of us were impressed with the return of this blast from the past. Frankie’s pussy was a lot warmer, fuck loads softer, and damn, the sound of her gasps when I first pushed in were enough to give a man life.

My dick twitched at the possibility. Missing her was like missing a limb. We talked almost every day or at least texted. Not the fucking same.

Also watching her go down on Jake over video chat was hot, but the pops and blurs when the signal decided to fuck up could leave me with some awkward, and frankly disturbing frozen screen images that I was never telling Frankie about.

Yeah, that wasn’t doing a damn thing for my dick.

I checked the timer, the silicone would be ready in about five minutes. So five minutes to get my dick on board with the plan. A plan that was going to be epic, my dick just had to get that picture. Standing in my bathroom where I’d plugged the silicone in, I went ahead and stripped the rest of the way down, pulled on the gloves I’d need, added a little oil—not a lot, just enough so the silicone didn’t stick to the skin then began a slow massage.

With my free hand, I lifted the phone and let out a sigh. It’d been two weeks since we’d left Frankie and Jake to go to Germany while we returned to the states. Two long weeks. I unlocked the private files and then hit play on the recording of Ian and Frankie that Jake had made when he’d also called us so we could listen.

To be fair, we’d told Frankie and after she got over being embarrassed, she made us play it where she could hear—that lasted for exactly ten seconds and then she said we could keep it and hidden her face.

It was as sexy as it was adorable. But the first audible cry of hers sent a pulse straight to my dick. Fuck. In no time at all, I was so hard, my balls ached from it and I had to hang onto that erection and soak it in silicone.

The first layer of warm silicone was almost nice but still wasn’t Frankie. Just the images her sounds made on that recording were enough to keep me there. Once I my dick was sheathed fully, I let out a breath and then stripped off the gloves and started the timer.

I was so jerking off as soon as this was over.

Then I took a picture of my dick painted up in the blue silicone because at some point, Frankie was going to need the laugh. Grinning, I waited patiently and skimmed through our cloud account of pictures from summer vacation. I was glad Archie added another layer of security to some of these because they were positively illegal and I fucking loved how happy and serene she appeared.

When the timer rang, I blew out breath. Thank fuck. Peel it off, hop in the shower and rub one out before I finished washing the rest of me. As promised the oil helped with the removal except no one mentioned the hairs on the bottom near my balls.

Fuck.

Me.

Tears popped in my eyes and my dick sank like a flagging ship as I pulled out what had to be every fucking hair on my balls.

I didn’t cry.

Barely.

It definitely took a while to catch my breath.

The silicone sheath formed just like it was supposed to. Fabulous.

When I tested my balls, I winced.

They weren’t quite baby soft smooth, but they were close.

Maybe I owed Frankie for doing that wax job she did for us this summer.

I owed her big.

“Totally worth it,” I whispered as I hopped into the shower and tried not to let my balls rub on my legs. “Totally worth it.”

Ow.

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