“I’m sorry, bud. I shouldn’t pick on you like that. I guess I got a little carried away. But tell me, does it get four inches long when it gets hard?” he said with a little giggle. “For a pecker, it’s kind of cute. I guess guys don’t flinch when you stick all that up their asses, do they? Good thing you’re gay ‘cause most girls like big d***s. They like a lot of meat in their p*****s. It’s true what they say, ‘size matters’.”
After that he didn’t say very much. He just kept hammering away across my back. The hours passed painfully by and I just had to lay there and take it.
I’m sure I passed out or something because somewhere along the line I roused around and Phil was back. They were quietly talking.
After suffering for what seemed like more than half the day Bob announced that it was
