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I submitted to her Bull

... sight of me. My slim tall body, almost hairless, tanned and fit, but with a boy's penis and balls where a man's cock should be. I was struck dumb - not sure what to say or do. I'm not sure I had a thought in my head. I was pure sensation, the slight breeze against the back of my legs, the sunlight on my chest and right cheek. I had my eyes closed against the sun for a while. Then I opened them, carefully looking at his face, and not at his cock. "sl**p well?" he asked. He had sneer on his face, all arrogance. But our conversation was polite -- mundane. "Yes. And you?" "Fine, fine. Gorgeous home you have here Ted. You must be very proud." As we chatted, Jack shifted in his chair. He spread his legs wide. His right knee, the one furthest from me, came up and the sole of the foot planted itself flat on the lounger. His other leg opened to the side until the sole was flat on the terrace's flag stones. A classic pose - displaying his cock in all its glory. "You and Anna got any plans today Tim." "No. Nothing particular." My eyes left his grinning man's face and slowly moved down his body -- worn, but so powerful. The skin on his thick, strong neck was saggy and wrinkled -- it seemed to gather at the bottom of his neck. The heavy hard deltoid muscles on his shoulders were clearly defined and the relaxed arms on his side were thick, heavy and muscular. Below a protruding collar bone, his chest was enormous - the pectorals hard and pronounced, covered in a heavy matting of white and ...

... black hair. Underneath the hair were clearly visible scars, and skin blemishes. His abdominal muscles were heavy and distinct, even as he lay there at ease. I looked past his groin quickly to his stringy legs, muscled and then I looked up again. There it was. His huge, lolling cock. "That's good, very good. We can spend the day by the pool, catching up. Maybe a barbecue later? I love streak." I was staring openly now. "Yes a barbecue. That would be nice," I said stupidly. Our chat cut off. No pretense was needed now. I was just going to stare at the monster between Uncle Jack's splayed legs. It was bigger that I could possibly have imagined; as long as my forearm and, at the head, as broad and bulbous as a fist. It sprouted out of a heavy white pubic bush and curved down to rest on the plastic of the lounger, way down towards his knee. There was nothing smooth or graceful about this cock. He reached down slowly and hefted the cock over his thigh pointing its heavy, blunt tip towards me. This exposed the big pendulous scrotum. I took it all in -- every vein and ridge and sag of skin, the great curve of it, the obvious weight. It was tremendous. I know it's a cliche, but this was a weapon -- something you could do harm with. "What do you think?" "It's amazing." Jack took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly and firmly, five or six times. It didn't get hard, but then it was never really soft. "It's huge," I added, another idiotic, unnecessary, comment. I was in a daze. "Timmy, ...