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that even a pair of baggy jeans couldn't hide.
He walked briskly to
the shower and looked in. There it was, the cum on the shower wall that
Pete watched Tom shoot all over earlier. He leaned over and smelled
it, smelling Tom's man juice sent him over the edge, he could hear his
cock stretching the material on his tight white boxers. He could take
it no more, he stuck his tongue out and cleaned up the shower wall,
tasting Tom's cum, still slightly warm. He reached down and grabbed
his big stiff boner; feeling the blood pumping through it. Within a few
stroked Pete was cumming beyond control, he hadn't even had time to
pull his boxers down, and he was shooting pints of cum into his pants.
The white started to go see-through, and the outline of his perfect
cock was clearly visible. Just then Pete had an idea, if he was to get
what he wanted from Tom, he would have to lure him into a trap. Pete
knew that if it wasn't for the lack of tits, and the 10' body part
hanging between his legs. His body would be the perfect womans; smooth,
curvy, and soft to the touch.
He had the idea! He pulled on his worn jeans, and his ripped t-shirt,
and headed back out of the front door.
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