Whose shafts these are I do not know
Yet they are ready for me to blow.
Here these men have made their flock,
To place erected woodies through a hole.
I begin to take count of the stock
Soft skin penises and cum-filled rocks
Where some are straight and some are queer
And blood travels to engorge my cock
I know my joy, it’s very clear
The purpose of me being here
One gives a pump, another a shake
Masculine odours my nostrils near
In a secluded stall I sit and masturbate
And climax with the cocks I wake
Miles of man skin I do deeply take
Miles of man skin I do deeply take
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*Spanking my


I love the first two lines. Great stuff. 










and much love~Desire
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