I step back and look at the two of you. Ox is still fully clothed, flannel button-up shirt, newish jeans held-up by a thick leather belt, buckled wit...h a big horseshoe. You are not a small man, but in the embrace of this big Ox, you look tiny. That you are naked doesn’t help. I can’t tell if it’s you rubbing your body (your stiff prick included) against him, or if Ox is in control and is moving you against him. Either way, it’s hot. You two are going at it like a couple teenagers who are. His face was red again.“I wouldn’t want your wife or girlfriend to get the wrong idea,” I said. “I’m just grateful for your benevolence.”I swear his complexion had just returned to normal when red flooded back.“No, there’s no wife or even a girlfriend,” he confessed.“We all go through dry periods,” I admitted, being in one myself.“Not as long as mine,” he sighed. I wasn’t going to pry, so I just smiled and shrugged.I would have turned to go, but he seemed like he was going to say something and,. My ex-wife grabbed his cock and pulled it back showing me how big it was she said; this is a real man size cock not a little dick like yours. And then she stated that this is the reason I left you, your cock couldn't make me happy any more, I need big huge cocks that make my pussy sore when they fuck me. Then she bent over and he stuck that big cock all the way up to his balls she let out a scream like I have never heard her before, she was rocking back and forth fucking his cock with force. I. I didn’t have time to ask if I’d done something wrong when somebody cleared his throat behind me and said, “Excuse me.” I turned to find Wally behind me. I might have cringed a little, not knowing what to expect, but if anything, he looked contrite. Behind him I could see his coach with his arms folded glaring, not at me, but at Wally.“I just wanted to say ‘sorry,’ man. You’re a good competitor and I lost my cool. There was a bunch of trash talk about you in the locker room and I let it get to.