I wondered what he would think about its size. Would he think I was less of a woman? I knew I was not. Would Blake say anything? Would he just look at... me and run? These questions played over and over in my mind that was already made. I was going to have to live with the consequences.When Blake came over after work, I was going to talk to him. As he drank his beer, I would just come out and tell him I was ready. I had been playing it off telling him I was just not ready when I really was. This. The dudes continued to be awe struck at the massive load I had just slung from my vein poppin cock. At last, 2 more shots land on my belly, and I finally let go, panting like I had just ran a mile. I sat on on the edge of the bed, with an evil shit-eatin grin. Wiping a bit of my jizz from my face, I stick my fingers into my mouth, and suck it off. Most of the guys just stare at me—guess they had never eat their own jzz. A couple of them grinned, and one said 'fuck ya Dillon---eat that shit'. I. I was wondering about the friction of my hand, and if it felt good to him. I was also wondering why he was helping me. Was I was holding it correctly? Was my hand too small? Was I doing a good job?All this was new to me, as I continued to be in a state of shock and awe. It was so unexpected for me that I would find myself holding, stroking, a real life cock. This was the farthest that I had ever gone before with anyone. I didn't think about what would happen next, as I was so intrigued and. But there are also certain personality traits that differ between them.Kaniel was a little different with a bad-boy-kind of attitude. Love to curse loud, get in trouble a couple of times in school, drink a lot of his father’s beers, but he had always been known to be an aggressive sort. George was a gentle one but he was still a charmer. He has a good sense of humor, loves to laugh a lot, and was terrific at flirting, even to his own mother. One time, whether he meant it or not, George.