A blond bitch with big tits and a butterfly tramp stamp was riding a muscled, tatted Harley dude on his motorcycle.
But you’ve also got yourself a nice piece of meat,” he said, gesturing at my cock.Īn awkward quiet descended upon us as we each directed our attention to the porn on the TV screen. “The guys in my fraternity nicknamed me ‘Tube Steak’ back in the day. “Fuck, you’re hung,” I exclaimed, feeling obliged to acknowledge the majesty of his endowment. As I unzipped and unleashed my eight-incher, Buzz and I checked out each other like two guys discreetly comparing cocks at the gym. Nodding at me, he encouraged me to do the same. Gripping the cigar between his teeth, Buzz unzipped his shorts and pulled out a massive cock-easily nine inches with a thick, veiny shaft. “Uh-sure,” I agreed, trying to conceal my elation. Jacking to porn together was a nightly ritual in my fraternity.” “You’re welcome to join me,” Buzz offered. “Well-I’ll let you get to it then,” I started to back away, trying to hide the raging boner I had from envisioning all those frat guys dumping their loads into the same Fleshlight. “We used to pass one of these things around my fraternity house. “You want me to clean it out for you first?” “I-uh-sort of used it last night,” I admitted while handing the Fleshlight to him. “I like the aroma.”īuzz followed me to my house, where I put on some pussy porn and told him to make himself comfortable on the couch while I fetched the Fleshlight from my bedroom. “Nah, it’s cool if you wanna smoke it at my place,” I assured him. “Should I put out my cigar?” he inquired. “Sure, come on over,” I motioned across the way to my place. “Is now good? My balls feel like they’re gonna pop.” “I’ve gotta a Fleshlight-one of those pussy pocket things-if you wanna borrow it.” “But I’m wearing out my right hand, if you get me.” “You jacking-emptying the pipes?” I asked. “She hasn’t spread her legs for me since well before the baby was born.”
“Fuck no,” he spat, taking a drag on his cigar. “Julie not putting out for you?” I asked, glancing down at his bulge. “You’re telling me,” he agreed, adjusting his package. “She makes me take it outside now that we have the baby.” The shirt unbuttoned to show off his hairy chest. “Julie making you smoke outside now?” I asked my hot neighbor Buzz upon finding him smoking a cigar on his front porch.