I take off your pants. I greet your cock.
It stands erect, standing at attention to meet me. A soldier cock, full of eagerness and courage, keen to do its job. A marching, saluting cock, with an impressive helmet, and a no-nonsense attitude.
It’s a good size. A good size for me, at least, and that is all that matters right now.
I take my time to admire your cock. The skin is smooth at the tip, and there is a pinky redness below the head, a faint reminder of the cruel scalpel inflicted in infancy. I wonder how you’d look with a foreskin. There are blue veins here and there, almost throbbing, but not yet. I look forward to making them pulse.
Your erection has smoothed out the wrinkles, stretched the skin tight in places. You jut proudly from a tangle of wiry dark hair, a flagpole hung from a jungle. Your testicles are pendulous and heavy, full of come. Waiting to deliver…
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