“Neo, why did you bring a bunch of dildos to your guys' weekend?” I ask, my brow raised.
“Don't worry, we didn't use them,” he chuckles.Well, thank fuck.Although, it might be hot to use one of them. “I wanted to compare the sizes of the ones you already have to their actual dicks.”
“Oh.” I laugh, because that'ssonormal.
“Don't worry, they were all a good inch or two bigger than most of your toys.”
Wait a minute...did he steal my sex toys?I haven't used any since coming back, so I probably wouldn't have even noticed.
“I’m going to bed,” Axel says, standing up, and taking the green dildo he made.
“Wait! That's mine,” I protest with a frown. Axel looks at me like I’m nuts.
“No, it's mine. I was drunk when I made this. You have theirs. You don’t need to fuck yourself with mine too,” he scoffs like he’s pissed at the possibility.
“It’s mine. Now give it back,” I demand, abandoning the other dildos and grabbing a hold of his.
“Let go!” he says, pulling it back.
“No!” I tug on it. We play fucking tug-a-war with it, both filled with determination to be the victor. My hands become sweaty and slip. Free from my grasp, the dildo flys back towards Axel and slaps him in the face. We both just stand there shocked, my eyes wide, mouth hanging open.
“Bet you never thought you'd get to say that you got to slap yourself in the face with your own dick,” Neo cackles, falling to the floor in a fit of laughter.
Axel snaps out of his shock, annoyance and anger taking over him as he storms off with his dildo in hand.
What a fucking Christmas.I will have that dick. Both of those dicks.