He got up immediately and shook his head. “That was some fuck, best I’ve had in years.” We all chuckled along with him, taking pleasure in his...pleasure.Alastair handed Bill the video camera and me the still camera from the chair. I raised my eyebrows in query as I took it. “Sure,” Alastair said briefly as he stripped off his shorts, exposing a long, thin, uncircumcised penis, its arrow-shaped glans now coral with arousal. “You seem to know what you’re doing. Must watch lots of porn.” His. He is as black as coal with a finely chiseled slender nose, a delightful English accent and his head shaven in the Michael Jordan style. Would I call him a pretty boy worthy of a GQ cover? No. I first met him in the field early this year and was honestly impressed with the male specimen. We went over statistical projections and the cost of material and shared a canteen lunch. Shook hands, traded business cards and he said he would see me later. A month later I was surprised to be. I took a step closer and the 6 gauge Prince Albert ring and 10 gauge Frenum bar came into view. Somewhat puzzled, you stuck your tongue out and accepted me into your mouth, my hands on your shoulders at this point watching your breasts sway as you slowly slid my length into your mouth, tongue twirling about, already bringing me close to climax.I began to push you away a bit, letting you know how close I was, not wanting to waste what I had built up already. Smiling, you stopped, feeling great. I had never had long hair and it had taken a little discipline to keep it the way I wanted it, keeping it beautiful. Steve loved to run his hands thru it. . . he loved grabbing fists full of it. . . .I loved him grabbing fists full of it. I dried off and made my way to the locker.I took off the towel and placed the purple thong on slowly, tucking my smooth tan cock and balls into place. The thong had just enough room for all of me. I wasn’t that big especially when I wasn’t hard, only a few.