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The Memoirs of a VoluptuaryHe had a very large cock, as it seemed to me; With big balls hanging below, and a quantity of dark curling hair all round. I had.never seen such a sight before, and was full of interest; taking hold of his member, feeling his balls, and running my fingers through his hairs, with a delight new-born but strong; and while I did so he drew his nightshirt off remaining in the same position, however, and.not attempting to hinder my curiosity. Holding his cock in one of my hands, I pressed down the skin, uncovering the top completely, then pulled the skin up again, repeating the operation with absorbed interest. "You had better not do that;" said Bob; "unless you want to make me, come" "What do you mean?" I asked; "I don't understand." "Don't you know?" he replied; "that is the way to make spunk. What babies are made from, you know." I stared at him in great surprise. I was evidently on the brink of momentous discoveries, but scarcely knew whether to believe him or not; yet he seemed perfectly sincere as he met my look. "You don't know anything about these things, I can tell," he exclaimed with a low laugh. "Would you like to see, then?" I answered in the affirmative, so he sat close to my side, and told me to keep moving his cock up and down as I had been doing before, I did so, and he lay half back on the pillow, his legs slightly apart; and evidently full of enjoyment ...» |
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