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He leaned forward and drilled another inch down my
throat. I felt something tear, but I knew it was no more
than the stretching open of another inch of deep virgin
throat. He was making me bigger.
Slow, with a suctioning pull, he drew his plunger from
my pipe. His big jock body went into muscle lockdown,
like a bodybuilder on stage. His dick pulsing, cuming
up my throat, into my mouth, already white seed shoot-
ing on my tongue, him pulling his dick free, with 13x10
inches shooting sperm hot across my face, burning my
eyes, shooting up my nose, filling my open mouth. Even
the loads were bigger at the camp. My own hand kept
pulling on my dick. I wanted to look at him, to worship
him, to image him the way my dad had taught me, so I
could grow big as him.
He stood stock still, breathing heavy. His huge horsec-
ock still erect. His balls were massive and crawling one
over the other. White cum dripped from his piss slit. I was
crazy with lust. I wanted him to piss all over me sitting
on the black horseshoe seat.
Instead, he said. “Stop.”
“I’m gonna cum.”
“I said, stop.”
It was the hardest order I ever obeyed.
“You don’t cum. Not until tomorrow. Tomorrow,” he
said, “is a special day for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tomorrow’s your day.” He flipped his dick, wiped
the wet cum on it across my moustache, turned around,
pushed his perfect bubblebutt in my face for a fast sweet
sniff of his crack and hole, and left.
“Jeez!” I said, sitting on a toilet between a rock and a

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