nothing I had ever felt compared to. I suddenly realized I was breathing hard and I felt shaky and wonderfully submissive.

Carl was watching me with the most appeased expression, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling and thinking. “Tell me,” he stated.

“Tell you what?” I whispered.

“Tell me you want to touch it.”

I swallowed. “I do.” I couldn’t believe I had admitted that. My chest was burning. “I want to touch it more than anything.”

“Then do it,” he whispered in a seductive voice. He pressed his cock down and flexed it. “You know we both want the same thing.”

I looked in his startlingly clear blue eyes. Slowly, I reached out and gently took it in one hand. It flexed at my touch and I was immediately fascinated by the response.

Carl slowly backed his hands away and whispered, “Oh yeah,” he sighed. “That’s more like it.”

I was blown away at how large and heavy it felt in my hand. Like its own entity, it was warm and hard and yet the skin was amazingly soft. I could see why other men would want to touch it, or even want to suck it. My god, I thought, to suck it.

I slid my hand down it and it responded with a slight stretch, the hole in the head yawning open. I ran my fingers lightly over it, up and down. It was flawless.

Carl purred as I softly touched him. “Oh yeah that’s it,” he whispered; his eyes shuttering partially closed. “It feels good, huh?” He said it as if it felt better for me than for him.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Man . . . it really is amazing—and big.”

Carl smiled. “Go ahead and use both hands.” He saw me hesitate. “Use both hands,” he said in a friendly yet demanding tone.

This was exactly how I wanted him to speak to me. The feeling of submitting to him shot a warm feeling up my spine. I felt like he was reading my mind right as the thoughts came to me.

By reaching across my body with my other hand it turned me closer to him. I was delirious with his scent. He was warm and masculine and musky. I wanted to lean over and put my head on his shoulder. I wanted to sniff his body. I wanted to taste him.

Carl put his arms up on the back of the couch and stretched out placing his feet up on the coffee table and crossing them at the ankles, which made his large balls stick out beneath his cock. They were pink and smooth with a slight shimmering gloss.

I reached down and felt them and as I looked up I saw Carl’s eyes slide closed. He was really enjoying it and this made me feel even better. I started to stroke him a little harder.

“Oh yes that’s it. Don’t be afraid to put some strength into it,” he said without opening his eyes.

I stroked him harder, squeezing his cock in my right hand.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, nice and firm,” he hissed.

I changed hands and began to rub his stomach and his chest even pinching his nipples all the while methodically stroking his cock up and down. It was fully erect now and looked fierce and