He did not loose his erection and then I saw, in the darkness a leather cock strap. This guy was into being a top and I was so fucking loving it. He s...mply said,"You're not done yet."I was amazed that his cock was in the same shape I'd found it 10 minutes before. I pounced on this once in a lifetime chance and sucked him as if it was the first time. This time he really forced my head down hard over and over again and was really rough. He really wanted to use my mouth like a man whore. I gagged. Get respected, yes, but never wanted this type of adoration. He wouldn't have it, though. Kept insisting I be called that.Still, he was far more than just a good student—we were good friends. Even outside the dojo, he often sought my advice.He was, in many ways, an unpolished diamond and I felt privileged to teach him. He just had this way of making me smile and happy to see him.That day, since he was alone, he insisted I don't hold back with my warm-up program. He knew I'm a merciless coach. We still did not plan to assign a permanent radio to the location, yet, but that decision could change at any time.It was the end of the monsoon season when Bill brought up the subject of trying to find a source of crude oil. It was not because he wanted to start using internal combustion engines, but because oil is the perfect raw material for literally thousands of finished products. One of the pilots asked, "How could we find oil. Doesn't it come from dinosaurs?"Bill answered, "That was a. Zeke, (Ezekiel’s nickname as Phillip would later find out) then began to stroke the top of his dick with the palm of his hand. To Phillip’s amazement, the knob got even bigger and as it began to lift to a forty-five degree angle must have been a foot long. Zeke now let his cock rest in the palm of his hand before he began tapping upwards, proudly bouncing his dick in his hand.The long elongated head of Ezekiel’s knob was clearly discernible under its hood, which had an ample snout that extended.