HIS69-595 Forest Cowboy

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I moved my free hand into his lap. “Monkey’s misbehaving,” I said.

I felt him nod. “Yep.”

“Got to get spanked,” I said.

He nodded again. “Yep.”

I unzipped him. “Raise up a little, would you?” He did and I slipped off his shorts. Jim kicked them off to one side and I moved my hand back into his lap.

Jesus he was big. No wonder she’d hurt. I squeezed it.

The head turned redder. The veins around his cock seemed to be a shifting map. Being so big, he wasn’t as hard as I got, but enough to make you sure you had something ready to shoot in your hand. “How do you ever get your hand around this thing to jack it?” I asked.

Jim laughed again. “Practice, Terry. Lots and lots of practice.”

I hugged him tight. I gave his dick a couple of quick hard strokes and he leaked. I rubbed the goo along the bottom of his prick.

“Would it be okay if we lay down?” he asked. “I don’t want you to leave but I’m pretty drugged.”

I dropped my own shorts before I lay down next to him. I rubbed my cock back and forth on his leg. It felt great so I did it some more, stroking him while I did it. Some of my juices transferred to his leg. Having such a big one in my hand was really turning me on. As I stroked the monster, the tube firmed up a little more. I watched the cockeye open and dribble out a little bit of his clear juice. I wanted to suck it up, but didn’t dare. Supposing he jammed forward. I’d be choked to death before help could arrive.

“I’m not the only guy in this cabin that gets himself off,” Jim said. “I’ve heard you whaling pretty good a couple of times.”

“Did I wake you up?” I asked.

Jim said, “Once. You were really going off?’

“Sorry. I tried to be quiet but I guess I got carried away near the end,” I said.

“Stroke me harder, please. Monkey’s really been bad tonight,” he said.