Kyle was in a hurry to leave Matt's house. He didn't understand, he knew he wasn't the best hung guy in the world but he was definitely bigger that what was hanging between his legs at the moment. He woke up that morning and went to relieve himself only to discover that the dick he had spent so much time loving and stroking was gone. He was starting to wonder if he was losing his mind. The inch long and pencil thick twig that sat above two BB sized testicles was not something he recognized.
He left Matt's house in a hurry, what if someone saw it. What had happened? Why had it happened to him? He tried to remember what had happened the night before, but all he remembered was talking around fire. He got home and hopped in the shower, searching for answers, but none came. He had tugged on it, stroked it, massaged it, but it would not get any longer.
Kyle got out of the shower in a daze. It was like he was trapped in a nightmare.