Of the biggest cock and balls I have seen so far, it was Irving's. How did this happen;. Ham!
A week ago, I decided to take a visit to the gym. Although I did not have much of an urge for practice, I went any way. I did some rope for warm-up, a little jogging, some other exercises, and then I went, and got under the weights. Starting with 50 pounds then 75, 80 and finally 100 pounds.
At 100 pounds, I found things not that easy, and I needed help. I got up and sat down for a while and took a breath, and returned under the weights. A slim and tall guy came around my head as I was lying down, and helped me pick up the weights at the first and then at the second hook. This foxy guy did not wear regular sports outfit , except a Bermuda, without underwear. So I couldn't but notice under his legs, how terribly gifted he was.
He had, a couple of thick balls, and a reptile hanging over them, which went back and forth, as he bend to help me pick up the bar. I then reflected: If this tool is about 8 inches flabby, who knows what length will it be in full "glory!". With these thoughts, I felt a slight oops on my own, putting me in a predicament . The cracker saw it, and made me a complement: "I can see you love gym, my dude, since the whole process gives you so much of a pleasure!" I smiled then and I said, "Yeah buddy, you're very observant." He's responding to me again, and presented himself at the same time. "Irving, I am glad to know you man!"
"Likewise dude, I am Peter."
But soon enough, I realized that I got tired already, so I just sat down, and decided: enough for today lets hit the showers, to take a warm one, get dressed up and go. I bid farewell to my new friend, and while he was waving good by, I went to the shower room. I first went to my closet, took a shampoo, put a little on my palms, and getting to the showers, I opened the water, setting the temperature to the warmest, and I started to wash up.
Huh! through the soaps in my eyes, I saw a straight figure closing on, and "landed" in the one that was empty, the second from my right, because the next to me was just out of order. As he was setting the hot-cold knobs to adjust the temp, I noticed he was so tall, that his head touched the mouth of the douche.
While I wiped the soaps from my eyes, I say to him: "Are you a full or what? Adjust the temp, feeling it with your hands first, and then get your fucking head under! Jesus! "Okay, I got it," he tells me, but from what I saw he continued to do the same fuck! So I gave it up, thinking, well if he wants to get cooked! Let him.
To be continued.
A week ago, I decided to take a visit to the gym. Although I did not have much of an urge for practice, I went any way. I did some rope for warm-up, a little jogging, some other exercises, and then I went, and got under the weights. Starting with 50 pounds then 75, 80 and finally 100 pounds.
At 100 pounds, I found things not that easy, and I needed help. I got up and sat down for a while and took a breath, and returned under the weights. A slim and tall guy came around my head as I was lying down, and helped me pick up the weights at the first and then at the second hook. This foxy guy did not wear regular sports outfit , except a Bermuda, without underwear. So I couldn't but notice under his legs, how terribly gifted he was.
He had, a couple of thick balls, and a reptile hanging over them, which went back and forth, as he bend to help me pick up the bar. I then reflected: If this tool is about 8 inches flabby, who knows what length will it be in full "glory!". With these thoughts, I felt a slight oops on my own, putting me in a predicament . The cracker saw it, and made me a complement: "I can see you love gym, my dude, since the whole process gives you so much of a pleasure!" I smiled then and I said, "Yeah buddy, you're very observant." He's responding to me again, and presented himself at the same time. "Irving, I am glad to know you man!"
"Likewise dude, I am Peter."
But soon enough, I realized that I got tired already, so I just sat down, and decided: enough for today lets hit the showers, to take a warm one, get dressed up and go. I bid farewell to my new friend, and while he was waving good by, I went to the shower room. I first went to my closet, took a shampoo, put a little on my palms, and getting to the showers, I opened the water, setting the temperature to the warmest, and I started to wash up.
Huh! through the soaps in my eyes, I saw a straight figure closing on, and "landed" in the one that was empty, the second from my right, because the next to me was just out of order. As he was setting the hot-cold knobs to adjust the temp, I noticed he was so tall, that his head touched the mouth of the douche.
While I wiped the soaps from my eyes, I say to him: "Are you a full or what? Adjust the temp, feeling it with your hands first, and then get your fucking head under! Jesus! "Okay, I got it," he tells me, but from what I saw he continued to do the same fuck! So I gave it up, thinking, well if he wants to get cooked! Let him.
To be continued.