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, but I was looking right at his crotch. The
thick cock was hard and big. Like a big cock. His eyes were
closed, his tongue twitched, and he jerked himself off. I
couldn't believe what he was trying to do. It took me a second
chance
before I knew what he was saying. "God, I need a cock that
sized," I managed to stammer. Then I became aware of the
two men in front of me. One was kneeling with his hand on his
ass, holding it with his other hand as he reached down to touch
his thick member. His head was still up in the air, and he was
grinning at me. As I looked at it, he began to jerk away. As I
looked back I was thinking. It was time to start feeling one of
these men out. I decided it wasn't right. "Damn, man," I thought
to myself. "It's going to hurt a ton."
I heard the guy who had grabbed me turn and turn and go a few
minutes later, but stopped. Now the guy's head was turned, and
a warm, soft cock jerked from between his fingers. It was like
the first sensation of a real man, like the first time a man in
my life stroked my cock. It was the first time. That cock was
thick, and throbbed with the desire to fuck my brains out
inside of me. And I could feel the pre-cum oozing from it.
Still, nothing hurt, just nothing. I guess the cock was sore.
"Oh, man, I was just thinking about it," he said, sounding like
the man from the previous room, grinning. "I was just
thinking for a while. Do I look like a girl or what?" "Well
lets see," he replied. "I was just in a state of panic. I could
have died!" He said as he came up on my face, jerking his limp
member up and down, his fist moving at frantic speed, jerking
back and forth on the hard cock as it moved out of my hand.
I wasn't really worried about anything else. It felt very good.
