My eyes returned to the subject of our shared fascination. Leigh was still pumping his big penis in his hand, still breathing in the smells of his friend’s cock and balls. The dribble of pre hanging from his tip had fallen to the floor in front of him and I could see the streak of wetness like a fiber optic cable catching the light. His immense scrotum swung with the work of his fist, just as our fists worked on our respective tools while we gawped at him.
Premier League football player Leigh Christian has a secret, one that two 19-year-old assistant grounds-keepers at the Brannagan Sports Complex are about to discover while working late in the old locker room building.
Almost all of his masturbation sessions had been in the shower, but now he knew it was by necessity rather than habit. He remembered numerous moments with friends when he’d fallen silent while they talked about their wanking habits, their use of boxer shorts or socks to collect or clean up the mess. He remembered thinking that seemed odd, and unnecessarily messy.
He knew the three had seen him enter, he could see a reflection of light on the spectacles of the older gentleman as he looked up to cautiously observe the large shadow of the arrival now watching their games from a discreet distance. The older man was around Joseph’s age, a bearded gentleman with wide shoulders under his cotton shirt. Mrs. Bank’s crouched between him and his younger friend, her hands wrapped around two generous nobs as she lapped them both, welcoming one between her lips for a moment before turning to the other prong and delivering the same
Joseph’s penis ached with the need for release. He’d somehow managed to fight the urge the previous night and slipped into sleep but now it was dripping wet as he groped the thick shape in his grip, his hat still positioned in front of him as he peered through the gap and watched the young men quietly talking, showing each other their pale lengths while they compared their appendages to each others, and to the men seen in the images.
The light adequately illuminated the landing between their rooms as Henry emerged to wash, his naked form highlighted in the flickering orange glow as he positioned the candle in its holder on the wall. Joseph quietly watched from his seat on the bed, insisting that they rise at dawn. “Is there such an urgent rush?” Henry asked, the cold wash cloth gliding down his pale stomach to the plump flesh hanging between his thighs, his hand cupping his sack and lifting before scrubbing behind the floppy mass of masculine appendage.
Another button was freed as Joseph stared and massaged his thick shape, his penis burst from the parted cotton, threatening to rise up proudly from his groin. He secured it under his hand, his stiff inches restrained but awkwardly rigid, the cloak of skin over his bell end rolled back so that his naked tip brushed against the underside of his wrist sending a jolt of pleasure through his hefty nuts each time his rod twitched
Dr. Joshua Reynolds has seen plenty in his years as a therapist, and even helped several men through sexual complications and confusions which were difficult to navigate, but nothing can prepare him for the arrival of new young patient Alexander Moore. The student has been referred to him by his wealthy father back home in Florida, concerned about what the young man might be getting involved in while away studying in England. As it turns out, the young man’s problems extend beyond his dad’s concern about masturbation clubs. Alex isn’t just a novice when it comes to matters of adult relations. The young man reveals that he’s never even climaxed! Despite Dr. Reynolds’ professionalism, the young man takes the lead, determined to overcome his obstacle with the coaching of an experienced man who soon finds himself enraptured by the display before him.
As the giant penis stirs into life, swelling and rearing up in the chamber at Site-19, a curious wave of memetic influence expands from the facility. In Nashville twenty-year-old Ethan Thomas is busily going down on his girlfriend when the memories of his time in the chamber with the other boys of Brotherhood Canyon crash into his mind and hijack his lust. And at Brotherhood Canyon itself, leader Sean Reilly is retuning from his failed date to take a shower when the forgotten experience he’d shared in that room begins to overtake him.
After discovering his wife’s box of memories, Daniel laments that he never kept the same little mementos from his years before they were together. That is, until he remembers the pair of old white boxer shorts hidden away in the bottom of a suitcase he hasn’t opened in more than a decade. Saved from one of the most horny and curious periods of his life – a single year he lived with his best friend Cole – he remembers the strange events that seemed to hijack his sexuality, and lead him into stealing and playing with the freshly soaked underwear of his best buddy.
