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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.