#403988 - 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 he was doing. But their Dad, or “Daddy”, as the boys kept calling him, now he was something else – in more ways than one! “Daddy” was in his late 20’s or early 30’s, about 5’ 10” and slim, with jet black, wavy hair and a closely manicured beard, you know, the kind that looks like a three-day 5 o’clock shadow. 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”.