Let me bulge this story by saying that I am a military brat. I am in the USAF in aeromedical and my fiancé and his friend are both in the Air Force as well. They are both assigned to special operations. For the purpose of concealing everyone 's identities I will impart out their respective squadrons. I will say they are both combat controller. I 'm sharing this so you will translate that they are both a little crazy and share that tight bond from being deployed together on respective occasions.

My fiancé we will call him Matt and his supporter Kevin both have that really forcible defined muscular build. They are not too bulky just courteous and defined and thickheaded. They are both around 5'11, although Kevin may be slightly grandiloquent. Kevin is another regular army little terror like me. He is commix. His dad is black and his mother is from Guam. He has this gorgeous tegument that is almost a caramel bronze in color. He is very articulate and educated, as is my fiancé. My fiancé has a grade in military chronicle and Kevin's degree I believe is in political skill. I have known Kevin for a little over two years. He only began hanging out at our house a lot in the last eight months or so since he and Matt both returned from Islamic State of Afghanistan. His wife left him while they were deployed. He volunteered to do a turn around and go back out with my fiancés team. She left him for volunteering to go back instead of staying at home with her.

He and lustrelessness workout together every day, they work together, so it makes sense that he hangs out with us. He doesn't get on my nerves so I don't mind him being around. They are both fun to be around together. They are always laughing and joking and cracking chic commentary with me and making me laugh hysterically. They are always arguing playfully at each other about some random history fact or making fun of some war film and how it is such BS. This is like every sentence they are watching television. It was one night just like this when my news report happened.

They were watching some motion picture on T.V. about storming the beach on 6 June 1944. lustrelessness was picking on Kevin about not being able to do that while they were just joking and giving each other grief. I asked why he couldn't creeping and my fiancé looked at me laughing and said because he has a donkey is his knickers. He shook his head at Kevin, who just laughed and said something about him being overjealous. Matt replied no man you can observe that. I don't know if it didn't sink in what he said. Looking back I 'm sure I must have known what he was saying. but for some reason I asked what do you mean he has a donkey in his pants. flatness still laughing just said, baby his gumshoe is too big we would always joke with him when we were deployed about not letting it dangle in the dirt. I was variety of shocked for a indorsement. Not because they were joking around and saying sick material, that happens all the time. It was that matte said he had a donkey prick.

This shocked me because my fiancé is passably large, a little foresightful than seven and three quarters inches and as thick as the cardboard insert from a composition towel roll. Him saying Kevin was big made me curious. I don't know what possessed me to but for some reason I just blurted out how big. They both variety looked at me with this unbalanced flavour on their faces and started laughing. Matt said he stole it from a rhino or something farcical like that which had Kevin cracking up again. He stopped himself and said it's not as big as all that. It 's just long.

Kevin is a really unspoiled looking guy. He has a strong defined face, with that approximate stoic feeling that both he and my fiancé posse comitatus when they look at you. Well limit and strict when they are not cracking jest on each other and smiling and laughing. Both of them looking at me and joking about all this was making me palpate so wet. I knew my cunt was getting egotistical. I am usually not so forward and bold but tonight for some reason I kept pushing this issue.

So how big is it I asked again now very singular and secretly aroused, I guess I figured Matt brought it up so I should be allowed to ask. Matt still laughing looked at me and said something to Kevin real quick. They both started laughing again. Then matte said are you really that peculiar. I said that I didn't know why I was but that I was just really curious. Matt kind of smirked and said OK if you want to live. He looked at Kevin and said you care if she sees it. I guess that was what he said to Kevin rightfulness before when they were joking because he said yeah man if you really don't care.

My gosh at that crying my puss dripped like I can't even describe, I think it was give tongue to surprise that made me so wet. We have a large wrapper around cast and Kevin was on one incline. matt was variety of in the middle where it bends around. I was on the other side where I had been sitting and reading my toilet table Fair powder magazine when this whole half-baked conversation started. Kevin stood up and began to unzip his pants as he walked over towards me. He opened his bash and the top of his jean before I could even resist or react at all. He stopped in front of me. Slowly he drew out his phallus let it shed down in front of him.

holy place shit it was immense. It wasn't stupefied porn sensation huge where it looks unproportionate and ugly. It was just big and gorgeous. It was a petty bit darker than the rest of his skin but still very bright in people of colour. It was a chocolate bronze right up to about two inches below the headway. It got pinker and pinker until it reached his tip. His head was amazingly midst and round with the most beautiful pastel pink skin colour I have ever seen. His cock was beautiful. I mean wow. I think my pussy fainted for a second when I saw it. I heard matte laughing and say, I told you it was pudding head big. I said it wasn't pudding head but that it was sexy. I looked over at him obviously so turned that phrases were coming out of my mouth before I could think about what I was saying. You really like it he asked. I said yes it is turning me on which it was. I was so wet all I wanted to do was touch him and sense him in my deal. I kept glancing at his penis, which was quite long. What was getting me so wet was how thick it looked just hanging there. His cock had a respective large veins just stretching around it. I just wanted to run my finger across them and look on him maturate. The way his cock went from tanned to pink was all I could take. It was so overnice, like a piece of confect. I wondered how it tasted. I was still glancing back and Forth River between lusterlessness and his cock. All of these sexual desires were running through my judgement in the period of a few seconds when Matt asked if I wanted to touch him. I looked at him very seriously because I did and told him I really want to if it is okay with you.

Kevin said don't worry about it man I was just going to show her, I'll put my bloomers back on. No it's okay Matt said. I think Kevin and I both were form of like what, did he just say okay. You can impact him Matt said it's okay. It's not like you two are running away together or anything, right ? Not a hazard I said.

I couldn't ascendence myself any longer and my bridge player reached out and cupped underneath his thick cock. It was so incredibly heavy. I mean hard. I have never felt a member that felt like that. Full with such weight and girth. I couldn't get my hand anywhere near around him. I lifted him up and kind of pulled him to where I was sitting on the couch. He was already growing. I could feel my finger stretching farther apart from each former as his pecker grew thicker and fuller in my hand. His tip was so perplex it was almost too thick. It presented such a spectacle. Full and pink and very hard to the touch like a rubber eraser. Very rung and good but with some length to it as well. It wasn't shaped so much like a mushroom but rather like a really prominent hemangioma simplex. I say a really large strawberry mark because that is how big it probably was. figure the largest strawberry mark you have ever eaten. Make it wider in girth and blusher it candy pink. That was Kevin's shaft. It was so gorgeous. Writing about it now makes me so wet imgagining it.

I just wanted to share this with everyone and see if anyone liked it or had interchangeable experiences. It was running long so I stopped. It got a lot crazier after that so if you like it comment and I will indite some More of the story.

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