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tight jock straps (in free fall, you
had to wear them or have the funny sensations of your balls
floating around on you. Stimulating, but very uncomfortable
over a long period of time) and I found myself floating away
from Cyril. I tried to swim, but I just don't move that well
in free fall. I was flailing around and Cyril, who's much
better at it, grabbed me by one ankle.
"Steady, old bean." he said, and wafted his foot towards
my face. Better than nothing, I grabbed hold of it and Cyril
hunched toward me. I got the idea of what he was trying to
do, pulled his foot upwards (relative to me, damn, the English
language isn't set up for free fall) by raising my hand and
arm. Cyril did the same, and I was rewarded by the sight of
his erect cock floating near my face, the feel of his stubble
brushing my cockhead as it slapped against his cheek.
The room was really spinning on us now, over a revolution
a second. It didn't matter to me at the time, but my only
clear field of vision was Cyril's crotch, the room rising over
the side of his thigh at a dizzying pace.
I had trouble catching that beautiful, uncut coc
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