He Goes With The Flow

Better to just roll with it, Sam thought. Maybe there'll be an opening for him to get away. Though, looking at her, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to.

"So, Sam," Her sultry voice brought him back to the real world. "What's so special about you? They don't set up a party like this for just anybody, you know."

The insinuation that he was special gave Sam a little confidence. he adjusted, laying on his side but leaning back against the edge of the step, letting his thick manhood spring and throb in Becca's direction.

"Probably has something to do with how hard my cock gets," gesturing to his member.

She fluttered her eyelashes, feigning innocence. "Well I had a feeling it had something to do with that," she said, eyes now locked on his dick. "Well it certainly looks... enticing, but I don't see what makes you any better than any of the other studs upstairs."

"Docs pumped me with some ****," Sam said casually, "and now I get hard all the time. I fuck, shoot a load, I get hard again. And I keep cumming as if I'd been storing it up for weeks."

Sam stood up. Explaining his conditioned emboldened him a bit. And it was pretty hot to think about. Becca got up onto her knees so her face was level with his cock.

"Most girls can't handle more than round before they tap out, though." He looked at her with a big grin on his face and took a step forward.

She looked up at him, half-way to an orgasm just thinking about what was about to come, grabbed the base of his rock-hard manhood and said, "Oh honey... There's your problem. Girls can't handle a cock like this. It's time for you to fuck a woman."