“It’s hot, huh?”, Tom said.
When I looked into his face, his green eyes were glowing as he watched his hand fool my balls around.
“Awwwh, man–your balls are SO hot”, I whispered, loving how gently his big fingers played with my bag. “I never, ever thought I could feel your balls!”
“Feels great,” Uncle Tom said.
His forearm is muscular and covered with black hair–and even his hand has hair on it. Watching his arm flex as he tumbled my sack around made me even hornier. But most of all, I was in heaven, having my hand buried in the heat of his hairy crotch.
“Go ahead. It’s okay,” Uncle Tom said softly when I looked into his face. “It’s cool.”
I sucked in a breath and then slid my fingers up along his ten-inch cock.
It was huge and steamy and bucked against my hand. Like a giant muscle, it dared me to try and squeeze it. My fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around the pulsing thing, and I felt the big vein throb.
“Oh Lordy, Uncle Tom,” I whispered. “God in heaven!”
“You like it?” he stared down at how small my hand looked trying to hold on. “I want you to like it.”
I dared to jack his King Kong, amazed at how loose the tender skin was—how rock hard the shaft beneath was! His cockhead mushroomed at my touch, and clear candy dripped from its hunky spread open lips.
“I totally love it,” I breathed. “I’ve never loved anything more in my life. What a big hard bitchin’ cock!”
More juice dripped and drooled at my words, and then I felt his big hand wrap around my own hard dick.
“A perfect cock,” Uncle Tom said, his voice all husky. “This is one…perfect…cock.”
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