He wolfs down my cock, fondles it some more, the bugger knows his man and makes me hard like iron, flicking his tongue on the skin of my testicles, forming a tube with both his hands not just as a device for measuring but also to make my cock slide from his pinky finger past the nine other fingers of this tunnel of love to his mouth, where my cock travels like a train in round trip mode, and I encourage him profusely. p.293