Let me start this taradiddle by saying that I am a war machine brat. I am in the USAF in aeromedical and my fiancé and his Quaker are both in the Air strength as well. They are both assigned to special operations. For the purpose of concealing everyone 's identity I will leave out their respective squadrons. I will say they are both fight controller. I 'm sharing this so you will understand that they are both a picayune crazy and share that tight bond certificate from being deployed together on various occasions.

My fiancé we will call him matt and his friend Kevin both have that really strong-arm defined muscular build. They are not too bulky just squeamish and limit and compact. They are both around 5'11, although Kevin may be slightly tall. Kevin is another Army brat like me. He is assorted. His dad is pitch blackness and his mother is from Guam. He has this gorgeous skin that is almost a caramel bronze in colour. He is very enounce and educated, as is my fiancé. My fiancé has a arcdegree in armed forces history and Kevin's degree I believe is in political science. I have known Kevin for a small over two years. He only began hanging out at our firm a lot in the conclusion eight calendar month or so since he and mat both returned from Islamic State of Afghanistan. His married woman 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 Matt workout together every day, they work together, so it makes sense that he hangs out with us. He doesn't get on my nervousness so I don't mind him being around. They are both fun to be around together. They are always laughing and joking and cracking smart comments with me and making me laugh hysterically. They are always arguing playfully at each other about some random account fact or making fun of some war movie and how it is such BS. This is like every metre they are watching television set. It was one night just like this when my story happened.

They were watching some movie on T.V. about storming the beach on D-Day. matt was picking on Kevin about not being able-bodied to do that while they were just joking and giving each other heartbreak. I asked why he couldn't front crawl and my fiancé looked at me laughing and said because he has a donkey is his pants. He shook his head at Kevin, who just laughed and said something about him being covetous. Matt replied no man you can keep that. I don't know if it didn't sink in what he said. Looking back I 'm sure I must sustain known what he was saying. but for some grounds I asked what do you mean he has a domestic ass in his drawers. Matt still laughing just said, baby his dick is too big we would always joke with him when we were deployed about not letting it dangle in the turd. I was kind of shocked for a second. Not because they were joking around and saying crazy material, that happens all the time. It was that Matt said he had a donkey pecker.

This shocked me because my fiancé is reasonably large, a little longsighted than seven and three quarters inch and as midst as the cardboard insert from a newspaper 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 sort looked at me with this crazy face on their faces and started laughing. matte said he stole it from a rhino or something preposterous 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 good looking guy. He has a unassailable define brass, with that approximate stoic look that both he and my fiancé possess when they look at you. Well defined and stern when they are not cracking laugh on each early and smiling and laughing. Both of them looking at me and joking about all this was making me finger so wet. I knew my pussy was getting tumesce. I am usually not so forward and bold but tonight for some reasonableness I kept pushing this government issue.

So how big is it I asked again now very curious 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 actual quick. They both started laughing again. Then mat said are you really that curious. I said that I didn't know why I was but that I was just really curious. Matt kind of smirk and said okay if you want to know. He looked at Kevin and said you care if she sees it. I guess that was what he said to Kevin right field before when they were joking because he said yeah man if you really don't care.

My gosh at that second my slit dripped like I can't even delineate, I think it was double-dyed surprise that made me so wet. We have a enceinte wrap around couch and Kevin was on one side. mat was kind of in the middle where it bends around. I was on the former position where I had been sitting and reading my Vanity Fair magazine when this solid sick conversation started. Kevin stood up and began to unzip his pants as he walked over towards me. He opened his swath and the top of his jeans before I could even dissent or react at all. He stopped in front of me. Slowly he drew out his phallus let it drop down in forepart of him.

Holy shit it was huge. It wasn't stupid porn whizz vast where it looks unproportionate and ugly. It was just big and gorgeous. It was a little bit darker than the residuum of his skin but still very bright in color. It was a chocolate bronze right up to about two inches below the head. It got pinker and pinker until it reached his tip. His chief was amazingly duncish and rhythm with the most beautiful pastel pink skin colour I have ever seen. His cock was beautiful. I mean wow. I think my snatch fainted for a second when I saw it. I heard mat laughing and say, I told you it was stupid big. I said it wasn't stupid but that it was aphrodisiacal. I looked over at him obviously so plow that set phrase 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 palpate him in my script. I kept glancing at his penis, which was quite long. What was getting me so wet was how duncish it looked just hanging there. His cock had a several vauntingly vein just stretching around it. I just wanted to run my fingerbreadth across them and watch him maturate. The way his cock went from tanned to pink was all I could get. It was so skillful, like a part of confect. I wondered how it tasted. I was still glancing back and forth between Matt and his cock. All of these sexual desires were running through my brain in the period of a few seconds when flatness 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 o.k. with you.

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

I couldn't control myself any longer and my manus reached out and cupped underneath his thick cock. It was so incredibly heavy. I mean threatening. I have never felt a phallus that felt like that. Full with such weightiness and girth. I couldn't get my hand anywhere near around him. I lifted him up and sort of pulled him to where I was sitting on the lounge. He was already growing. I could feel my fingers stretching farther apart from each other as his cock grew thicker and Melville Weston Fuller in my paw. His tip was so amazing it was almost too thick-skulled. It presented such a spectacle. Full and pink and very hard to the signature like a rubber eraser. Very round and full but with some length to it as well. It wasn't shaped so much like a mushroom but rather like a really large strawberry. I say a really with child strawberry because that is how big it probably was. render the largest strawberry you have ever eaten. get to it wide-cut in girth and paint it candy pink. That was Kevin's pecker. It was so gorgeous. Writing about it now makes me so wet imgagining it.

I just wanted to portion this with everyone and see if anyone liked it or had alike experiences. It was running long so I stopped. It got a lot crazier after that so if you like it comment and I will write some more than of the floor.

Thanks for reading ; )