The other wasn’t Dan. Not even close.The guy, I’ll call him Joe just because it’s awkward to keep saying “the guy”, was clearly in lust with... Cathy, and she with him. She went to her knees, still mostly clothed, and tugged at his belt and zipper. Joe’s limp but meaty cock popped into view, then into her mouth. I paused the video — a great advantage over live action — to let this image settle in my mind. Also to drop my own trousers.I watched Cathy suck the guy, I mean Joe, until he was proudly. They were all built along the same lines; smooth, tight, rippling muscles, some a little more beefy, others more lean, all displaying annoyingly large erections for their age. Most, if not all, were easily bigger than my measly 4.5 inches, and my own son was definitely in the top two in terms of length, and pretty thick too.I wondered absently where in the family he got that from; certainly not from me. Then I remembered the huge bulge in my father-in-law's pants that intimidated me so whenever. I walked in and instantlyrecognized the guy behind the counter. A month ago, I'd ran into himat the local bookstore while perusing supernatural romance. Nice guy,well versed in the same books, and, much like me a few days ago, lanky,a bit of a geek, but kind of cute. I walked right up to him and juttedmy chest out at him. "I'm, like, looking for a top in my size... oh,and goth boots, the taller the heel the better."Inside, I was laughing, because I knew I was toying with him. His chinabout. Both shared with Jake the kind of body composition of lower body fat and developed muscles that gave the impression of large-sized, imposing men. My inflamed body and lusting eyes were greedily captivated by the sight that Jake wasn’t the only one with impressive manhood.I had them sit on at the foot of the bed in a line. They instinctively opened their legs and the three cocks began rising in anticipation of what the rest of the night was going to have in store for them. I leaned into Jake.