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on his
prick. I feel his pulse in it and am astonished at the heat. It is quite
thick; I can not encircle it with my fingers. Beneath it, between his
legs, is the strange, wrinkled sack holding his balls. They do seem
quite large, and certainly very tight. I squeeze his cock and he moans.
A small drop of clear fluid forms at the tip.
"I -- I don't know what to -- what to do -- " I breathe, fascinated
by this wonderful appendage in my fingers.
"Whatever you want to do or nothing at all."
On impulse, I lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock. He groans
and his prick jerks. I have an overwhelming desire to take him in my
mouth -- and I do.
I have to stretch my lips to their widest, but I manage to pull his
glans into my mouth. He tastes strong and musky and -- male. So very
male! I suck on his cock hard and he groans loudly.
I pull my mouth off his prick, worried. "Did I hurt you? Did I suck
too hard?"
He shakes his head jerkily. "No such thing as sucking it t
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