except for Uncle Dashaun, of course, but that wasn’t my fault. The guy using me right then, for instance, was maybe seven inches long, slightly thinner than the guy I was currently sucking on, and he had a slight but noticeable curve to his left. Still, I thought it was interesting. Uncle Dashaun was already gone; a captain’s prerogative to avoid cleanup duty, I guess. Certainly not well enough to ride herd on a rambunctious bunch of seven year olds! Which made it quite a struggle for me to get it out of his uniform trousers, since he was already mostly hard. I still had another one in my mouth at the time, and couldn’t turn back to see him, but I’d know that cock anywhere. Because that’s the trick of it. but after what I was going to beg Uncle Dashaun to do to me, I doubted I’d be walking very well for the next couple of days! Plus… The thought of what I’d soon be doing again instead of chasing after those kids had me more than a little nervous, I’ll admit…
