Well since this thread got bumped & I've changed my avatar I'll need to give it a go at describing the main line.
It's rather tiny. Mr B is totally soft, and inept. Yes, he's limp all the time.
Then, when I least expect it he stirs a bit. His underside feels a slight bit warmer. His body begins slowly swelling as the head now becomes more sensitive to the touch. That activity gets my attention. So I touch him and almost immediately he springs to life with an exuberance not before known. His head seems full of extreme nervous energy. My brain swirls and I must touch my nipples. Of course, instantly as I fondle my nipples my erection surges harder and I feel a swoon and a irrepressible urgency to stroke Mr. B.
I stroke and fondle and fantasize as I grow harder, HARDER and my eyes won't stay open. I fantasize, imagining I'm sucking you, fucking you, more. My penis, so erect and filled full to utter engorgement won't permit me to slow the pace. I masturbate faster, harder. I fuck you harder, faster. . . . . . .
It's six full fat inches. Fat at full erection and hangs out and down when completely hard. He is six inches circumference at the scar of circumcision. His shaft tapers only slightly down to narrower at the base-hairline. The head is like a fireman's safety helmet. That was a childhood musing!
Then I jack off.

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I like; a) taint brushing: b) a good cigar: c) our juices together; d) champagne: e) protein squirts; f)more of these; g)much more of these; h) Damn, slide that thing into me. Deep!
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