HIS69-494 Open To All Comers
Open To All Comers
HIS69
HIS69-494
Ward Michaels
$3.95
Open To All Comers
HIS69
HIS69-494
Ward Michaels
$3.95
Excerpt
Usually, I managed to avoid embarrassment, even with a cock the size of mine. Like I said, it was a BIG notebook.
Anyway, by the time I hit the showers, my cock was sticking straight out in front of me, pointing upward with a powerful curve that spoke of raw power. It was stiff enough to hang my towel on, and, as a matter of fact, I did just that, sort of an experiment to see if it would work. It did.
Leaving the towel on a metal hook which held it just as adequately as my cock did, I entered the shower room. I picked a nozzle about halfway down and turned on the water.
Stepping under the stream, I let it play over my face for a moment and then stepped back so it could spray my cock. Maybe that would take the starch out of the thing. If anything, the tingling needle spray made it get harder than before. There was only one remedy, and, by this age, I was an expert at applying it.
I grabbed a bar of soap off the rack and rubbed it between my hands, working up a good lather. With both hands, I spread the suds over the whole length of my throbbing shaft and began to work it over, starting slowly, teasing myself, and little by little speeding up until my fist was flying over the length of my hot male meat.
I cupped my balls in my free hand, pulling at them in their elastic sac, squeezing them ‘til the pain made me gasp for breath. My cock was in control now, totally, and my whole body shook with passion. My knees sagged, and I threw my head back, the spray of the shower catching me full in the face. I gulped as the hot water filled my open mouth, squinting my eyes closed tight as the torrent cascaded over me.
That was when I heard it, another shower turning on. I pivoted around suddenly, my hard cock still in my hand. There stood Coach Gibbs, grinning at me.
“I decided to join you in here,” he said.
“That shower off my office takes forever to warm up. Hope you don’t mind.”
I glanced down at myself. There was my prick, hard as rock and pointing straight at the coach. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. If he did, he gave no sign of it, but I noticed his all right.
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