Johnny handed over the box, blushing. They were heading off to colleges on different coasts tomorrow.
Sam opened it, running fingers down the silicone shaft, recognising every vein, every wrinkle, every piece of the six inches.
“Oh Johnny, it’s perfect… but how?”
He blushed deeper. I used a silicone mould. Those pictures you sent me last week when you were away helped a lot to create a perfect copy of my cock as your new dildo.
Sam smiled.
“Every time I’ll use it while you’re away, It’ll feel like it’s you… but first, one last time with the real thing.”
