AC-179 Well Hung and Hot
Well Hung and Hot
Adonis Classics
AC-179
F. W. Love
$2.95
Well Hung and Hot
Adonis Classics
AC-179
F. W. Love
$2.95
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Excerpt:
Holy Mary! What a cock! I thought instantly of Frankie and that big wad of meat that he had been showing off on the beach all day! I was willing to bet that he couldn’t measure up to my buddy! God, had it grown! Not just longer, but a lot thicker, too! The blue veins were so swollen up under the skin that they looked more like ropes! It throbbed with the beat of his heart, so huge, so majestic, so powerful! I worshipped it! It rocked and bumped up over his belly with his breathing and heart beat, up past his belly button! The flesh of it was flushed darker with his passionate blood, standing out against the pale creamy color of his belly. The cum slit at the tip was slightly open, and clear, crystalline drops of lubricating fluid were dripping slowly from it.
“You want to measure it?”
“Yes!” I gasped in excitement.
“The ruler’s on my desk. Get it, and I’ll let you do the measuring so you can be sure that I’m not trying to cheat on how big it is.”
I was going to do the measuring? I! I was going to touch it, hold it, feel its might in my hand! I jumped up and nearly fell over the chair by the desk in my hurry to grab up the ruler and return to the bed. God! How he looked there! Just lying there, completely naked, erect, sensuous and calm, open for me to see and to touch, and to do-what?
I was literally shaking all over as I held the ruler next to his belly.
I reached for it, touched it! How hot! How soft and delicate the outer skin of the sheath was! How hard and solid the shaft was under its thin covering! He sighed as my fingers encircled it and pulled it up off his belly! I almost forget the fucking ruler in my excitement! It was so hard and stiff that I had to bend it out straight. I put the ruler next to it, pushing the end of it into the bush of his blond cock hair and holding the shaft along the wooden strip.
I looked at the tip of it, the tip so flaming pink and hard, drooling out pre-cum that stuck to my fingers. “You’re wrong,” I said. I tried hard to make my voice calm and sardonic-cool like Beau’s.
“What do you mean?” he said in surprise.
“It’s not seven and a half inches long. You lied!”
“The hell you say!” he protested.
“It’s seven and three-quarters!”
He let his head flop back on the pillow and laughed. “It’s your hand touching it,” he said. “It’s so horny to feel you holding it that I grew another quarter of an inch just for you, Jimbo!”
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