“Where’ve you been hiding that rascal?”“What? Is it big? Doesn’t look much compared to the fellas on the internet.” He seemed confused.“...inge, it’s fucking massive. Word gets out you’re smuggling that in your y-fronts and everyone will be queuing up for a shag.”He grinned crookedly and my wife rubbered him up and wanked him firmly, squirting lube on his shaft. She had a strange look on her face, half terror at the size of the monster that was going to invade her arse and half determination to. " he replied "You're not half bad neither for a straight guy."I laughed. I was getting turned on again by the video. I turned to see that Jason was already rock hard. He grinned, looking slightly embarrassed. I went and sat next to him, and he sat up. Absent-mindedly I started to jack him off as I watched the computer screen. He reached across and gripped my shaft, making it hard as steel. After a few minutes of wanking me he bent over and swallowed my dick again. The pleasure was. He made himself a promise. No matter what happened, what they did to him,he would hold on to his male self. They could do anything to him, but inhis mind, he would hold on to the image of himself in dirty jeans andfootball jersey and how it felt to be a popular athlete in high school.He was handsome and all the girls wanted him. What right did she have tosay no to him? She wanted it. He knew she did. Was what he did really allthat bad?He began to cry like a baby. That was happening more and. He wiped himself off and some wadded paper went into the toilet as well. There was an awkward pause.“Uh. Thanks.” The guy said uncertainly, one hand on the door latch.“Thanks for the drink.” Tegan answered with an air of finality. She didn’t know if he expected something else to happen, if he thought she expected more, like exchanging numbers or something, but as far as she was concerned their encounter was over. Sensing that, he opened the door and left and she locked it behind him when he was.