He wasn’t particularly muscular but he was lean and really fit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him casually pull his trunks forward with one hand and produce his cock with the other. XXX I shifted slightly to one side, still cock-in-mouth, so that I could bring my other hand around to the front, to clutch and tickle at his testicles, now soaked in a mixture of my spittle and his own sweat, while the finger of my left hand pushed ever deeper into his “inner sanctum”. But I can never pee when someone stands so close; the tap was suddenly turned off and now I was embarrassed. He was sporting a smooth, circumcised, semi-erect, 8-inch piece of meat and he was gently stroking it in his hand, the one farthest away from me, so that I had a clear view of what
