Note to Readers: This series concerns the adventures of a friend of ours. It's been embellished and fictionalized, partly by her as she told it, and partly by me. I have her permission to repeat it.
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I get in the car, pull off my sandals and toss them in the back, pull my keys out of my handbag and double check that my earrings and necklace are in there, then I start up and pull out. Already I feel a little wetness spreading into the crotch of my romper. I won't be able to keep it all in, but I want to lose as little as possible. Another twenty minute drive to the northeast part of town. An older neighborhood, not particularly prosperous looking, but the yards are nice, and there are a lot of big trees. I pull into the driveway of one of the larger single-story houses on a corner lot, at the wooded edge of the subdivision, brown brick walls and darker brown shingles on a hip roof. Two very large old trees are in the front yard, one a pecan and the other a tall magnolia. On the side is a live oak in need of pruning. There's little grass in the yard, much of it shaded and covered in old leaves and twig drop from the big trees.
I don't bother to put my sandals back on as I walk to the front door. It's hanging open, covered only by the unlocked screen. The windows are open in the same way, and I hear fans running inside. I don't announce my presence. Inside it's at least as hot as outside, and maybe even more humid. The fans move the air around, but there is little cooling effect. I drop the romper, tossing it to the arm of the couch in the living room to my left. Suddenly a loud metallic clang reverberates from the rear of the house. At the end of the hall, the kitchen is on the left side behind the living room. To the right the floor drops off a step into a slightly sunken den.
The source of the clanging is immediately obvious, and I already knew what caused it. The den has been set up as a very well equipped weight lifting gym. In the middle of the room is a power rack, to the sides are a cable pulldown machine, an incline bench, a deadlifting platform, and a hyperextension rack. A flat bench is inside the power rack, with an Olympic barbell on the hooks, loaded for a 350 pound bench press. That lift is complete, and the lifter is just now rising from the bench.
"Carl..." my voice lilts. "I have a cunt full of another man's cum, and I need you to push it all out and replace it with a cunt full of yours."
Carl faces me and smiles, and I almost lose that precious load of semen. My jaw drops. I'm not seeing anything I haven't seen many times before, but I have the same reaction every time. The view is simply too spectacular.
Not so much the face -- not a bad face, but it's not as easy on the eyes as Taylor's. Ruggedly handsome, some might say, "primitive" might be the description of others. I call him "my Denisovan." A wide forehead, slightly sloping back from heavy brows that roof eyes a little on the small side. His cheekbones are prominent, as is the jaw. His nose is also prominent, in fact, lips, chin, every feature of that face is prominent. It's a face made for an artist.
From the neck down, though... The only adjective I can possibly use is "flawless." Muscular, of course, as you'd expect of someone with a full weight lifting gym in his den. But more than that. Lean, his upper and lower body both perfectly developed, joined by a tight waist with washboard abs, a true six-pack. Broad shoulders, powerful arms, and bulging quadriceps and tight round glutes to match. Carl strongly reminds me of one of the classic old-school bodybuilders, maybe Reg Park or John Grimek, those who built their physiques in the era before steroids, before diuretics, before six percent bodyfat was expected.
He has eyebrows, but other than that his body is totally hairless. Scalp, face, chest, back, belly, legs, arms, pubes, scrotum, all are shaved completely bare. There is nothing blocking the luscious view of that luscious physique. There are no tan lines, either. Like me, he's naked whenever possible, and he has an open back yard with a high privacy fence, allowing him to spend a lot of time nude outdoors. Not just at home, either. We have a special place we go when we can.
Naturally, my eyes caress his entire body as he stands facing me. Just as naturally, they linger on another of his notable assets. His cock is about the same length as Taylor's -- a good length. It's not as wide, without the "flight deck," but nice and thick anyway. The shaft is almost perfectly circular in cross section, there's almost no taper between the base and the frenulum, a smooth uncut expanded glans, and a conical taper to the tip of the foreskin. When flaccid, he still extends outward as much as downward, and when erect, it's a straight forty five degree tilt with almost no curvature. I call it "Rocket Cock", because it reminds me of a missile ready to launch. Carl's foreskin tends to remain in place even when he's hard, so if I want to expose the warhead it has to be retracted manually. Or womanually.
At the base, between his legs, his testicles only complete the impression. There's no low-hanging scrotum, the ball sack is well separated, and each testicle sits mated to its mount like the external fuel tank below a fighter plane. It's an unforgettable sight, one that I already have many fond memories of. I wonder at times if real Denisovans had cocks like that.
At my announcement, Carl's cock extends, it's pointing horizontally at nearly full length. Definitely a rocket. With some effort, I recover my tongue and suck the drool back into my mouth.
"Nice," he intones. "We'll take care of that real soon. Now get down here and start your warmups. I'm almost done benching."
I make another effort to keep my pussy locked tight, to minimize leakage as I do some light stretching and twisting. Carl does another set of six reps at 325 pounds, and slams the bar back onto the J-hooks. He's breathing heavily, and his erection has, for now, disappeared. In the central Texas heat and humidity, with no air conditioning, his body is already shiny with sweat, accentuating the outlines of his impressive musculature.
