He picks you up of the bench and into his warm hand, looking down at your tiny form. "You're not gonna' slip out this time." He says. Checking over his shoulder making sure no one can he see him, he pulls out his giant cock. He's slightly hard, the giant tube of flesh starting to straighten out. With his other hand he pulls his foreskin back revealing the pink cock head underneath. He unceremoniously places you face down onto the onto its hot, slick surface and quickly rolls the skin back, leaving only a man shaped bulge visible from the outside.
Your arms and legs wrap around the thick meat of the head to try and get a grip on it. The overwhelming smell of Jim's unclean cock are all around you as the foreskin plasters you onto the slime coated appendage, pressing you into it. As Jim heads home the thick mix of pre and cock sweat slowly begins to congeal from a clear solution to a darker and stickier substance. In the humid stillness you hear Jim's pulse. You know that the longer you stay inside your musky prison the thicker the ooze will become. The last thing you want is for Jim to pull back his fore skin to only find a pile of cock cheese. But thats whats happening, and you feel the smooth cock flesh beneath you become more and more slimy, coating itself with layers of revolting man juice.
Jim strides into his bedroom, throwing off his clothes onto the piles that litter the floor, letting his softening cock flop out. Laying down, he slowly peels back the foreskin, revealing your gunk coated body trapped like lint to the might bell. Now with the sweaty layer above you gone, you try to pull free, but the film of reeking cock slime has you immobilised.
"Haha! Tom, you look great like that, stuck to my bell like some cock cheese" You groan as you feel him rub your wet body with his finger.
"Jim, please let me go, it stinks down here" You shout up, your voice somewhat muffled by the smothering flesh of his cock head. He leans down to you, taking a good sniff of his own musk.
"Oooh, yeah! That's pretty vile" he takes a finger of his own clear juices, wiping it onto his broad tongue. "Take a taste of it Tom. I might let you go". Feeling you have no choice, you tentatively push your tongue along the wet surface collecting the musky cream in your mouth. You swallow down the thick taste of Jim's cock juice, feeling it coat your insides with its vile stench.
"Good, ain't it?" With that, you expect to be pulled off the pulsing member.
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