Brad has a really big cock. He doesn't care too much about who plays with it, just as long as somebody is.

"I don't really care, Josh, is that terrible?"

"No, not terrible," I said. "As long as you don't bitch about it later."

"No, I won't bitch," said Brad. "I just like someone touching it. Squeezing it. You know, doing the full..." He made wanking motion with his hand in mid air. 

I shrugged. What was there to say.

"Of course, I'd like it to be a chick," said Brad. "But, you know as I hit my late 20s, chicks weren't always gonna, and a guy's big hands are just as good." He smiled nervously. I guess it was an admission of sorts.