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Satisfaction
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003


I stared up at the head of my cock. It rose thirty six inches above my orange sized balls. It was a glorious eight inches in circumference when erect. It was seldom erect as it required too much blood and I tended to pass out. I ran my hands up along its length, from balls to the tip of the head. It sent shivers down my spine. I started stroking it, paying attention to all those spots that felt best. 

My orgasm washed over me. Nothing came out the end of my cock. Nature had not equipped the male body for a thirty six inch cock. I knew when my erection subsided, the come would seep out the end, helped on its journey by gravity. If I dressed now, I'd have come all over my sock.

I woke from my dream and looked down at the little guy nestled above normal sized balls. I got out of bed smiling this morning. I was satisfied with the size of my equipment for the first time in ages. It might be small, but at least it worked properly.