Dildo Or Dil-don't?

Asher Day and Harley Xavier step into the room, prep-school shirts buttoned to the neck, backpacks slung low. They’re heading to Asher’s brother’s bachelor bash but swung by Harley’s place so he can swap outfits. Both guys grin like idiots, already cracking jokes about the plastic dick they bought as a gag gift. They’re going to hand it over and say, “In case you can’t keep it up, this’ll take care of the missus.” The punchline lands and they crack up, then Harley ducks into the next room to change. Asher stays behind, staring at that half-zipped backpack. He mutters that he ought to zip it before anything falls out, but his hand lingers. One glance inside, a quiet laugh, and suddenly the toy’s coming out for a closer look. He peels off his slacks, plants his knees on the mattress, and works the silicone length into his ass, pushing slow, then harder, breathing through clenched teeth as his cock stiffens untouched. He’s lost in it, shorts around his ankles, when Harley walks back in. Surprise freezes them both, but Harley’s smirk turns hungry fast. He steps closer, grabs the base of the toy, and gives it a slow twist that makes Asher’s eyes roll. They lock eyes, the laugh turning into something hotter, and decide the bachelor gift can wait while they put it through both their paces.