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back down and started to go back to
work. I didn’t want him to stop; yet I wanted him to share in my
pleasure, so I made the sacrifice, and I sat up and stopped
him.
    “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” he asked
worryingly, and I assured him that it did.
    “Oh, Chuck, I definitely do.”
    “Then?”
    I got up and went around to the other side of
him and laid him down on my bed, and started to undo his pants
zipper with my teeth. I slid off his jeans almost as fast as I had
gotten his shirt off. He also had on an adorable pair of purple
boxer briefs.
    “Let me guess, your favorite color is
purple.” He laughed and said, “How’d you know?”
    I laughed a little as I slipped off his
briefs, and his long and very hard shaft sprung up like a
Jack-in-the-box, or should I say, a Chuck-in-the-box––Yes, I’m a
little corny. It was definitely the largest dick I’ve ever seen, in
person anyway––whatever Phil’s size was, he was absolutely not packing this much heat. My eyes could hardly believe how
much length he had. It may have been average, I don’t have a lot of
experience with measuring these things, but if I were to eyeball
it, it seemed to be about nine inches long, and I couldn’t wait to
have all of it in me. I gripped his girth––my hand was barely able
to get it all the way around––and using his glistening pre-cum as
lube, I stroked it nice and slowly, and that made him groan with
pleasure.
    I suddenly stopped and began to stare at it.
This alarmed Chuck, and he looked down and saw what I was
doing.
    “What are you up to? Are you… are you
studying it?
    Indeed I was. The pre-cum swathed on his
massive cock extenuated all of the little details, and I was
mesmerized by it: the detail in nature was truly amazing.
    I started to stroke his cock, and it pumped
and pulsated as I did: the throbbing veins looked like the glorious
rivers of water of our Earth, as viewed from the heavens above. He
was uncircumcised, and the skin covering and uncovering his head as
I stroked it seemed to me like a large piston, working hard at
getting his engine warmed up. I cupped his testicles like they were
my own personal Ben Wah balls, and as I rolled them in my hands, I
could have sworn they were making the ping pang sounds I was so
used to them making, but that was probably the sound emulating from
Charles throat, the sound of pure enjoyment.
    I kissed his balls and made my way up his
tall shaft, a shaft that at that moment, looked the most perfectly
crafted skyscraper the world had seen, but I hesitated when I
reached the top. Like I’ve said before, I was not experienced in
these matters, so I kind of had no idea what to do. But I couldn’t
disappoint Charles; he had given me so much pleasure orally, and it
was time to return the favor. And there’s no better way to learn
then on the (blow) job, I suppose. So, I closed my eyes and started
to lick it like a lollipop––I was trying desperately to reach his
creamy center––and Charles certainly liked that, as he started to
squirm himself. I then placed my lips around the head of his
magnificent muscle, careful not to use any teeth, and moved my head
up and down on it, giving the piston a little help to get started,
and get started it did. We alternated between me sucking it and him
gently fucking my mouth––he moaned with every slide, and in turn,
his sounds made me more and more wet.
    He pulled my hair to the side for me, so it
wouldn’t get in the way of my mouth and his cock, a gesture that I
surprisingly appreciated, and I went to work on it, adding my
saliva to his already pre-lubed gland, making it easier to pleasure
him.
    I flicked my tongue back and forth on the tip
of his dick––something I had read in one of those god-awful women’s
magazines that I did the cover for that was actually quite useful
now––and he began to tremble, and just when I thought I was going
to make him come from just from my tongue, he stopped me. But
before I