On more than one occasion merely fantasizing had produced enough of it that he had to change his pants.
Sean’s mind formed the dirtiest images he could conjure as stroked the entire five and half inch length of his pulsing shaft.
The more he stroked, the more precum oozed from the tip, finally he had enough to coat his thumb and forefinger and lube up the head.
Sometimes it seemed as though his cock was connected to an undrainable resevoir of precum.
He imagined Trisha Mcintyre, the blond chick that sat next to him in his senior english class in high school.