As for my junk, sad to say 2” when soft but 7” when hard. No complaints so far.I’m sitting on the couch in some loose swim trunks and a muscle s...irt when Stephan knocks on the door. I jump up to answer and there he is, smiling a wide grin. Stephan is a ladies man. He’s 5’7”, platinum blonde hair, has a mix of feminine and masculine mixed in his face and from what I have seen of him, completely hairless and a sexy ass. He and I had been best friends since we were 2, now we’re 30 and still the. Tim was pressing his own crotch into the back of my hand hard, and I could feel the metal teeth of his zipper digging into my skin as I squeezed and kneaded the young man's balls through his jeans. I was biting and licking the boy's smooth neck and kissing Tim over his shoulder, our bare torsos slick and wet with sweat. I fumbled with the young stud's button-fly from my awkward position until I could successfully grab his erection in my sweat slimy hand, my own dick hard and begging for some. Only cost three hundred if she didn’t contest it. I had my last paycheck given to me personally rather than deposited. Our old joint account had three months living money. I had worked hard and saved in spite of her. Now I was going to be free. The day the divorce papers were to be delivered finally arrived. That day was the first day after my last day on the job. I had given notice several weeks earlier. We had breakfast together which was not to unusual. I told her I was not going to work. Come on, try it." Tom said with a grin. And then he yanked me even closer so our cocks touched again. "And don't you dare stop visiting this place after this. I want you to return here every week, you got it?!" Tom demanded. It made me fill up with fear actually. "I am not a newbie, if that's what you are worried about. I was already visiting every week. I wouldn't dream of going anywhere else." Good boy," he whispered against my lips as I felt his hand go to the back of my head. "Now, on your.