Then you feel the most exquisite sensation of tightness sliding down around your cock. He lifts you out straight from your body, pressing against his flare. Hot pre gushes around your shaft and drips into your crotch fur. Then you feel his flare kissing your cock-head. He frots against you, like a baseball bat against a pencil. You watch him with disbelief as he lifts his hips and rubs his cock-tip against your crotch. But so does yours, so it’d be hypocritical to complain. His thick fingers tug at your jeans You reach down to unbutton them, then he tugs and throws them off of the roof. It throbs up towards his belly, then lands back against your front with a smack that knocks the breath out of you. You lift a hand to it, and find your fingers won’t fit around the tip like his do. It looks like someone spilled a drink on your shirt-specifically a white russian. What is he talking about? But now you’re also hard, and just a little tipsy, and a little dizzy from the head wound.
“Only one thing to do with a cock this big.
PINK ZEBRA STIPES FULL
You gulp, watching that monster throb to full erection, standing out from the zebra’s thighs. “Then found out I really enjoyed it, y’know?” The flare at the tip gives a guilty throb and drips some more pre. Started that way ‘cuz this useless thing can’t fit anywhere.” He flops his cock up over his hand. For a moment you feel like the asshole, not him. The zebra looks over at you with a quizzical stare. Huge guy like you, fantasizing about taking it?” He’s throbbing thicker as he describes them to you. Short dick, but big knobs, right? Oh, and there’s a buck. “Well, how they’re hung, right? Look, there’s a doberman down there. You suddenly get the urge to know what he’s fantasizing about. Maybe it’s that blood is going elsewhere instead while you’re watching this mammoth of a zebra absentmindedly stroke himself. There’s a lot of things he could be imagining. I do watch people up here.” Even though he’s acknowledged that he hadn’t intended to start fapping, he’s also not stopped. You don’t come up here to watch people, do you?” He blinks blearily at you, then his eyes focus for a moment. He’d done a keg stand twenty minutes ago. Your mouth’s gone dry, and somehow that stale beer doesn’t seem appetizing at the moment. One thick hand was helping the thick cock-head up from the sizeable package between his legs. His stripes are scaled up to his size, too, so each one is as wide as your wrist as they struggle to circumnavigate the muscular zebra’s midsection. You’re trying very hard not to focus on his massive sheath and nuts-scaled appropriately to match the rest of the titanic zebra’s body. Sometime during the party downstairs his pants had gone missing. “Nope.” He stretches and leans back on the dorm roof. I heard a couple people down there call you ‘Hey you.’ Nickname?” Clearly to his disappointment, no one appears to be falling over, currently. He looks off into the distance, where the college crowd is going about their business in the setting sun over campus. I’m surprised you don’t have to duck to get through doors even without me on your shoulders.”
That’s probably why you didn’t see the low door frame before he ran under it. You’d been laughing so hard you got light headed. He said he’d show you, then lifted you onto his shoulders and started running around the party. Hudson called you “Little.” Then you asked how the weather was up where he was. Laughing hurts.” You pull the ice pack away. Then he reminds you that some people are just like this.īeside you, Hudson is watching you. Sometimes you think you have Hudson figured out. You try to hold back the snort of laughter. He says it, as if that’s a normal thing to say. Sometimes they fall over.” Hudson lays on the roof next to you. You have ice in your other hand, but it’s got a more important purpose right now. The quiet is sort of nice.” The beer in your hand has warmed up and gone stale.
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