Hamlet humped his hips forward, driving his bright red meat into my hand.Hamlet humped his hips forward, driving his bright red meat into my hand. His dick was fully engorged, a full seven inches of pulsing flesh, with a lump nearly the size of a closed fist at it's base. I heard Marks low whistle of surprise. "Holy shit. He IS that big! I thought you were exaggerating in your stories. But man oh man, that's the longest prick I've ever seen." I glanced at Mark, and saw his jeans stretched at the crotch with the strain of his own growing hardon. So, this was getting him horny huh? Perhaps a fellow animal lover in the making? I rubbed Hamlets dick at the base still covered by the sheath, and tweaked the pointed end. Abruptly Hamlets dick pulsed, and a jet of clear fluid squirted to splash onto my thighs. Another spurt, and another as Hamlet climaxed. Mark was unconsciously rubbing the front of his jeans as he watched in fascination at Hamlets release. Head hanging low, and eyes half closed from the pleasure, Hamlet stood, not humping now, but still the odd spurt of semen squirting onto the ground. I spat onto my hand and gently applied the moisture to his shaft. When Mark look at me quizzically, I explained: "Normally I leave his sheath covering his dick when I jerk him off. But when it's exposed, I have to keep it moist or else it dries out and causes him pain when he tries to retract it." Mark nodded his understanding and spat into his own hand to help. As he touched the sensitive tip of Hamlets dick, he was rewarded with a fresh volley of squirts of dog-cum that splashed into his hand. His attention was totally absorbed by his own actions of caressing Hamlets dick. |