I don’t know how long we stay there, but eventually he slowly pushes himself up to standing. Gripping the base of his dick, he slides out, still hard, and tugs off the filled condom, tossing it into an empty cardboard box nearby.
“That was…” he begins, then shakes his head.
I stare at his dick. Yep. It’s still the exact same shape as my dildo.
“Can you do that with the rest of you?” I ask.
He smiles and winks.
“Guess you’re just going to have to find out.”
About the Author
J.S. Crowley is, sadly, not the author’s true name.
Instead, his alter-ego is the creator of numerous fantasy series he probably shouldn’t name here.
But don’t worry, he’ll be writing about these delectable queer warlocks
for some time to come…
His website is http://www.crowleywrites.com/
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