David, excited about his new baby-blue Aston Martin DBX 707, ran to alert his sleeping buddy, whose tight yellow boxer briefs were a bit revealing. Giggling while opening his phone camera, David frantically woke him.
Ilya stirred and mumbled, rubbing the crust from his eyes. "Yeah . . . ?"
Using his hand as a makeshift censor over his friend's morning wood, though poorly, he started recording. "Dude! 'Big Cock,' can you please wake up!?"
Noticing the camera pointed his way, Ilya groggily looked down at his crotch and, realizing in subtle shock what David was talking about, saw himself bulging proud for all the world to see. "Shit."
The two laughed hysterically as Ilya searched for the edge of his blanket.
Still holding the camera, David amusingly asked, "Why you got such a boner right now?"
"Haha! I don't have a boner," Ilya continued laughing, pulling the blanket over his God-given goodies. "I just have a big dick."
"Uh-huh," he said in disbelief.
The two again roared in laughter.
Following David's news, Ilya, without bothering to put pants on, quickly went with him, jumped behind the wheel and sped off in his underwear. Going 0-60mph in 3.1 seconds, he blurted out, "Dude! Holy, fuckin' balls!"