Every sixth Sunday, the Secret Society of Enormous Cocks meets in suburban basements and shares insider secrets relevant only to them - how to hide such giantess in bathing suits; the frustration of trying to fuck girls without hurting them.

The rule is no pictures, but the twins enjoy posing, the skewered symmetry of their long shafts and tight muscled torsos giving the photos an artistic feel.

I love this swinging sixties scientist cocksucking party.

I want them to be the solemn idealists working on the Nevada Test Site. They defended their liaisons mathematically: the risk of the profession; the heat and familiarity and lack of women contributing to the fever that came over their bodies; the taboos seeming meaningless when they architected apocalypse in their day jobs.

None acknowledged how badly they wanted this. 

Frat house hi-jinks!

I so knew it.

You know, I talk a lot of shit about closeted gay hipster boys that drunkenly hate fuck girls in front of their roommates just for the homo kicks.

Buuuuut, there are exceptions to every rule.

I think I’d help these boys explore this appetite…

“No no no”, Tim panicked.

“I have a girlfriend, and we’re at school and some of the guys are still here and I’ve never done anything like this before and I don’t know if I want this and…”

He felt Brad’s lips on his, felt his sure hand gripping his rock-hard cock. Tim cautiously reached out to the short, thick hard rod clearly visible under Brad’s bright blue soccer shorts.

“I bet I could fit that whole thing into my mouth” he thought.

“What the fuck am I doing?”

I would also not be mad if tonight looked a little like this.

It’s a combination of ‘what the?’ and ‘hell yes!’.

Yup.

That is some cock. I love the hot hipster bottom too. Mmmmm…

If I showed up to a gangbang and saw this, I would yell “double my agent’s fee!” and start getting naked.