Time to check the old E-mail, lots of the usual stuff, a few TG-alerts, a couple of new stories, Vickie Tern's Chat Log.Everything seemed normal. Unti... I hit the 3pm entry. It was from Mindy. The heading was "Don't read Story 2000!" after that, nothing. I quickly double clicked the icon, but the rest of the letter was completely trashed.I didn't know what was going on, but it just wasn't normal. I tried to E-mail Steve Zink, but it got bounced -- user unknown. I started getting really worried.. When he took off his boxers Liz and I both gasped. "Oh my God Spencer...your cock is beautiful!" Liz proclaimed. Spencer had a massive cock. It was at least 8" long soft. He was cut, and completely shaved. His big bald balls hung low. In seconds his soft member got hard as a rock as he stood there. Liz instructed him to lay next to me on the bed. She knelled between us and took turns sucking our cocks. I couldn't help but stare at Spencer's huge cock as Liz did her best to suck it. I. .. , here it came. My piss forcefully surged up my hard cock and splashed onto my belly. I controlled it so it would not get onto my face. Holding back just enough pressure to get the satisfaction of release, while at the same time controlling the flow.I admired my hard 8 inches as my piss flowed from it. It is not an angle one sees very often, I don't imagine. Most people pee standing up, or sitting, not laying down: let alone while strapped to a bed. It was erotic in a strange sense. To see. They'd be totally wrinkled if you slept in them tonight.The door is dead bolted and I have my handgun. I doubt we'll have anytroubles." I'll protect you." I don't think it's me that needs protecting." Samantha left the livingroom and returned a few minutes later with a silk nightgown. It wasrather short and altogether very light and thin. "Good night, Blaine." Good night, Samantha." I went into the bathroom and did the best Icould to get ready for bed. I stripped out of my clothes and stared.