Because of the size of my "equipment", I found that I had to spread mylegs whenever I sat down. Like, in my Freshman year I could sit with myknees tog...ther - but no longer. That didn't bother me though because Iliked the feel of my "equipment" between my legs and the feel of itsweight as I stood up and walked along.Joe and I had been hanging around together a lot during the summer, andwe were best friends at school, and I think he knew that while I hadgotten "big", if it hadn't been for the. He was so patient with me, we would fuck properly first and then he would suck all the cum out of me and use it to work on my bum, he would take his tongue and push it up inside my bum, then pull it out and with his mouthful of cum now up inside my tiny bum hole, he would work his finger in and out of me.Of-course, every time he stuck his finger up inside me and started to wriggle it about, at first I would grip his finger and go all tense, he would talk very lovingly to me and gradually get me. "No, it isn't working. You're flopping around too much. Greg, get a grip- wrap your hand around both of your cocks..."Once more that look of near defiance, frustration, anger almost. But hedid as he was told. It was interesting to see that both men were now very,very stiff. And there was the merest shimmer of a drop of something on theend of Greg's cock... Surely not pre-cum? I noted it, but decided not tosay anything... yet. My own cock was really straining now as I looked atthe two men,. ?It would be most unfortunate to be removedfrom your home a few weeks before Christmas, wouldn?t it? I imagine a holidayin the homeless shelter would not have the same warm ambiance, eh?? He held hisplump belly with one hand, vile raucous laughter peeling from his mouth.Katie began to sob, and lifted both hands, folded, to Davison?s leeringface, which was hovering over the desktop like the visage of some disembodiedwizard.?Please, please?Mr. Davison, sir?please don?t do this to us!?Davison.