In and out, he stroked, slowly, and my eyes opened for a few seconds, long enough to see the pleasure mirrored on his own. It felt so good, knowing he...loved fucking my ass. I loved giving pleasure to a man, be it an oily erotic massage or have them use my pussy with abandon. Usually, a massive cock scared me, but Martin had been gentle and got me ready to accept his monster into my tight hole.Glad I took him up on the offer, I asked him to fuck me harder. The need to feel every inch of his. My cock rubbed up and down her abdomen through my pants. As hot as this action was the slender vixen was not keeping me at full monster erection. It was the fat girl Janet. While the two men fondled her breast and the girl sucked her on neck from behind, Janet starred directly at me. Her gaze seem to hypnotize my cock. Every blink made the black monster throb and jump. “Shit” the slender woman cooed “your dick is dancing on my body”. She reached one hand down and unzipped my khaki pants. My. When you return, I'm kneeling beside the bed with her things on. You can see my thick bear cock jabbing out from inside the black spandex thong.Setting down the wine glasses, you walk up to me. I grab the front of your sweatpants, and tugging them down pull out your stiff uncircumcised penis. The foreskin is healthy and large, the wrinkly tip protruding still from your rock hard five incher. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze while I make a quiet moan.Letting go of my grasp of your thick. Not because he had an epiphany, but instead because the beds occupant was no longer Lyonel Baratheon. Not really. His meticulously sculptured body still remained, fear not, but unbeknownst to anyone of this world, the person inhabiting it had changed.During this exact moment in a very different world, a man died. He will not be missed by many, for he was neither known let alone liked by many. You might call him a shut-in, a loner, a nerd, a loser (if you’re mean) and an otaku (if you’re from.