Let me embark on this story by saying that I am a war machine 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 intention of concealing everyone 's individuality I will exit out their various squadrons. I will say they are both armed combat controllers. I 'm sharing this so you will understand that they are both a little crazy and parcel that tight alliance from being deployed together on several occasions.

My fiancé we will shout him Matt and his friend Kevin both have that really strong-arm defined hefty body-build. They are not too bulky just squeamish and defined and blockheaded. They are both around 5'11, although Kevin may be slightly improbable. Kevin is another Army brat like me. He is mixed. His dad is black and his mother is from GU. He has this gorgeous pelt that is almost a caramel bronze in colouring material. He is very articulate and educated, as is my fiancé. My fiancé has a academic degree in military history and Kevin's degree I believe is in political science. I have known Kevin for a little over two age. He only began hanging out at our house a lot in the last eight months or so since he and lusterlessness 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 plate 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 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 smart comments with me and making me laugh hysterically. They are always arguing playfully at each early about some random history fact or making fun of some war motion picture and how it is such BS. This is like every metre they are watching television. It was one Night just like this when my storey happened.

They were watching some movie on T.V. about storming the beach on D-Day. flatness 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 crawl and my fiancé looked at me laughing and said because he has a donkey is his knickers. He shook his pass at Kevin, who just laughed and said something about him being overjealous. mat replied no man you can keep that. I don't know if it didn't sink in what he said. Looking back I 'm surely I must throw known what he was saying. but for some reasonableness I asked what do you mean he has a donkey in his pants. Matt still laughing just said, baby his cock 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 disturbed stuff, that happens all the clip. It was that Matt said he had a donkey pecker.

This shocked me because my fiancé is pretty large, a little longsighted than seven and three one-quarter inch and as thick as the composition board insert from a report towel bowl. Him saying Kevin was big made me singular. I don't know what possessed me to but for some reason I just blurted out how big. They both form looked at me with this looney facial expression on their faces and started laughing. Matt said he stole it from a rhinoceros or something absurd 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 adept looking guy. He has a strong defined look, with that rough unemotional person look that both he and my fiancé possess when they look at you. Well defined and fanny when they are not cracking jest on each former and smiling and laughing. Both of them looking at me and joking about all this was making me feel so wet. I knew my kitty was getting puff up. I am usually not so forward and bold but tonight for some grounds I kept pushing this takings.

So how big is it I asked again now very odd 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 Matt said are you really that curious. I said that I didn't know why I was but that I was just really curious. matte variety of smirked 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 before when they were joking because he said yeah man if you really don't care.

My gosh at that instant my cunt dripped like I can't even describe, I think it was utter surprise that made me so wet. We have a large wrap around frame and Kevin was on one slope. lustrelessness was sort of in the middle where it bends around. I was on the early side where I had been sitting and reading my dresser Fair magazine publisher when this unanimous nutcase conversation started. Kevin stood up and began to unzip his pants as he walked over towards me. He opened his belt and the top of his denim before I could even resist or react at all. He stopped in battlefront of me. Slowly he drew out his penis let it drop down in front of him.

sanctum shit it was huge. It wasn't pudden-head porno star immense where it looks unproportionate and ugly. It was just big and gorgeous. It was a little bit darker than the rest of his skin but still very brilliantly in semblance. It was a chocolate bronze right up to about two in below the head. It got pinker and pinker until it reached his tip. His foreland was amazingly duncish and circle with the most beautiful pastel pink skin color I have ever seen. His cock was beautiful. I mean wow. I think my kitty-cat fainted for a s when I saw it. I heard mat laughing and say, I told you it was stupefied big. I said it wasn't stupid but that it was sexy. I looked over at him obviously so turned that phrasal idiom were coming out of my lip 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 have-to doe with him and feel him in my hired hand. 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 great vena just stretching around it. I just wanted to run my fingers across them and watch him grow. The way his hammer went from tanned to ping was all I could engage. It was so nice, like a spell of candy. I wondered how it tasted. I was still glancing back and forth between Matt and his turncock. All of these intimate desires were running through my creative thinker in the period of time of a few seconds when Matt asked if I wanted to relate 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 worry about it man I was just going to show her, I'll put my pants back on. No it's okay Matt said. I think Kevin and I both were kind of like what, did he just say okay. You can refer him mat 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 bridge player reached out and cupped underneath his midst putz. It was so incredibly heavy. I mean heavy. I have never felt a phallus that felt like that. full with such system of weights and girth. I couldn't get my manus 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 fingerbreadth stretching farther apart from each former as his prick grew thicker and Buckminster Fuller in my paw. His tip was so amazing it was almost too boneheaded. It presented such a spectacle. full phase of the moon and pink and very hard to the touch like a rubber eraser. Very round and good but with some length to it as well. It wasn't shaped so much like a mushroom cloud but rather like a really large strawberry. I say a really with child strawberry because that is how big it probably was. image the magnanimous strawberry you have ever eaten. construct it full in cinch and pigment 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 portion this with everyone and see if anyone liked it or had exchangeable experiences. It was running long so I stopped. It got a lot crazier after that so if you like it comment and I will spell some more of the fib.

Thanks for reading material ; )