9/6     psb brought a second hand to the task of maneuvering tom's
        oversized erection. It felt highly strange to feel his
        huge cock filling both of his hands, more like a tennis
        racket handle than a human penis.  He rubbed its underside
        with both his thumbs, pushing them the length of it,
        then choking the swollen purple head. tom’s knees buckled.
        He braced himself clumsily against the shower stall. psb
        suppressed a laugh as he again gripped tom’s by the base
        of his cock and slowly stroked him. The nine inch long penis
        felt alive in his hands, like a small animal. Again it
        jerked. He released it and it glanced off his ear. tom fell
        forward. He reached for the edge of the sink to better brace his
        weakened body.

        “Sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. That feels incredible
        though.”

        psb smoothed the hair back and rubbed his ear. With his other
        hand he immobilized his persistently wagging pole.

        “That’s okay honey.” he smiled. tom looked spent already,
        hunched over, barely able to stand. Yet his cock surged with
        intensity in his hand.