"What the fuck?!" Melissa shrieked.
Sean frowned and reached out to her, but held back when she cowered away from him. "What's wrong?"
"What the fuck happened to your dick?!"
"My dick?" asked Sean, confused.
"Your dick! Where the fuck is your dick?!" She was struggling to pull up the sheets of the bed to cover herself.
"I—I don't have a dick..."
"What the fuck? What the fuck?" Melissa, crying, gave up on the sheets and started trying to pull her clothes back on.
Sean reached forward again. "Wait, Melissa, I..."
"Get away from me you freak!" she screeched, and Sean fell back. "What kind of sick joke is this?!"
"It's—it's not a joke. What's—Melissa, what's wrong?" He looked down at himself. "Is there something wrong with my pussy?"
Melissa let out a blood-curdling scream at this word. "Get out!"
"Melissa—"
"Get out!" Melissa was sobbing.
Sean, sheepish and angry, pulled up his boxers and collected his clothes. He stopped and turned back at the door.
"Just get out!"
Sean hung his head and slunk out of the room.
A quarter of an hour later, Jay heard the door slam and turned around to see Sean, still half-fuming, half-despairing, at the door.
"Dude, what got into you?"
Sean choked back tears. "Melissa—"
"What did she do?"
"She—screamed at me."
Jay tried not to grin. He knew he had to act supportive if he was gonna hear all about this scene. "She screamed at you?"
Sean nodded. "When she saw my—my pussy."
Jay had to raise his hand to his mouth to muffle a laugh, but Sean had his head in his hands, and didn't notice. "Aw man... why'd she do that?"
"I—I dunno... she kept asking about a dick, but I don't have a dick..." Sean collapsed on the couch beside Jay, still gripping his head in his hands.
"Well, I guess she thought you did. I mean, most guys do."
Sean struggled with this. "But... I thought she knew..."
"Why would she? Did you ever tell her?"
Sean shook his head.
"Well, no wonder then. She saw you were a guy, she assumed you had a dick. It's a reasonable assumption."
"But I... why did she... hate me so much?"
"Well, some girls are just cock-starved bitches," Jay pronounced, thinking of his own two-timing girlfriend. "You can't let 'em get you down."
"But she was so nice... at dinner... the movie..."
"Look Sean, if you're gonna date people, you really have to tell 'em you have a pussy first. Otherwise they're gonna assume you have a dick like every other guy, and it's gonna get ugly in the bedroom."
"I can't do that!" said Sean. "'Hey, would you like to go to a movie? And by the way, I have a pussy.' What kind of a pick-up line is that?"
"Well, get a T-shirt that says it."
"Dumbass!"
"Seriously though, you've got to warn people in advance. You don't have to tell them first thing, but you do have to tell them. 'Cause I'll tell you right now, a lot of girls aren't gonna like it."
Sean frowned but didn't contradict Jay. He knew Jay was right.
Jay watched Sean's reaction carefully, wondering how far this could go. "Besides, since you have a pussy, anyone you go out with should probably have a dick."
Sean didn't react to this at first, but the logic of it grew on him. Hesitant at first to even picture it, he quickly realized the idea of a dick sliding into his pussy was a huge turn on. Eating out another pussy paled by comparison; what he needed was a really good fucking.
Jay watched Sean process all this, trying not to grin as he saw that Sean was breathing faster, picturing a dick slamming into his pussy. He leaned back a bit so that the bulge from his hardon in his jeans was more obvious, and he could see Sean peeking at it even as he still held his head in his hands.
"Don't feel so bad about it," said Jay, leaning back farther and pretending to avoid looking at Sean. "I broke up with my girlfriend today, too."
Sean finally looked up. "Aw, man..."
Jay made a "don't worry about it" gesture. "It's okay. But man, have I got blue balls..."
Sean's eyes fell to Jay's crotch and locked there...