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are uncommonly thick and, as Myron always said, thicknessnot length is how you gauge the size of the ultimateerection. The skin was dead white with several notundecorative veins, while the foreskin covered the entirehead, meeting at the tip in an irregular rosy pucker, plainlycousin to the sphincter I had so recently probed. "I'm afraid,Rusty, that you've been somewhat oversold on the campus.Poor Mary-Ann. That's a boy's equipment." This had thedesired effect of stinging him into a manly response. "Ain'tbeen no complaints," he growled. But as he did, bothtesticles rose in their sac as though seeking an escapehatch in case of battle, while the penis betrayed him byvisibly shrinking into the safety of the brush. "Next you'll tellme that it's not the size that counts but what you do." Ifollowed verbal insult with physical: I took the penis firmly inmy hand. He dared not move, or speak, or even cry out.The shock had reduced him exactly as planned. I had alsoconfirmed an old theory that although the "normal" maledelights in exposing himself to females who attract him heis, conversely, terrified to do so in front of those he dislikesor fears, as though any knowledge they might obtain of thecenter of his being will create bad magic and hence unmanhim. In any case, the grail was in my hand at last, smooth,warm, soft. My joy was complete as I slid back the skin,exposing the shiny deep rose of the head which wasimpressively large and beautifully shaped, giving somecredence to the legend that, in action, its owner (alreadyRusty had become a mere appendage to this reality) was aformidable lover. He was sweaty but clean (I was so close