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I must see how I stack up.
"I have a proposition, Daddy." This comes out as a whine.
He snags my lower lip in his teeth. "Tell me, boy. Never keep your thoughts from me—never.Daddy deserves better than that. Needs to have a permanent entry ticket to your private garden."
"I want to compare cocks with you."
Medici groans as he smacks my ass. "I’d be a monster to say no."
"Yes, you would."
Medici presses his cock against mine. "Look at them.Look."
I’m not sure what I’ll discover. On some level, I know my dick isn’t in the same ballpark as Medici’s. He’s four inches bigger or more. Christ—he has three heads on me. Taller than hell, built like an ox, his will undoubtedly dwarf mine.
What I’m most curious to see are our crowns. His will be shrouded in his foreskin—his beautiful foreskin.Mine will be bare. Pink. Naked.
The sight of our dicks side-by-side does something to me. A surge of adrenaline rises in my chest, shredding my insides. Medici’s isfiveinches bigger than mine—almost double the length. His pink crown juts out of his foreskin, big as a plum. My own dick looks ridiculously pathetic by comparison.
I sniffle. "I hate my dick!"
"Don’t say that." Medici soothes me by cupping my jaw. "Your cock is perfect the way it is. A gorgeous twenty-year-old cut rod. The Lord made you this way."
"I want a foreskin like Daddy!"
Medici growls as he nibbles my lower lip. "They make weights for that," he rasps, his breath sending pinpricks of heat across my body. "They drag the skin over your head. It’ll make it look like you were never snipped."
Hope blossoms within me. "I know what I want for Christmas!"
Medici strokes our lengths as one. "Your cock is perfect the way it is. Don't change it—I crave it. Need it. I’ve never been with a cut partner. In Italy, we’re all intact. You’re my American boy.Unique."
Wow. The fact that Medici called me—the blandest New York dude—uniquemakes me quiver.
"Don’t say I’m unique," I whisper into his lips.
"Why, boy?" Medici growls. "It’s the truth."
"It makes me feel too…wonderful."
As a walking beanpole of mediocrity, I have zero uniqueness in me, which is why this excites me.
I should thank my parents for circumcising me—my conventional dick drives Medici insane.
I whine as I throw my head back.
Medici jerks my cock, running his fingers up to the tip, before squeezing my crown. "Look at this juicy thing. So different from the boys I’ve been with."
"Everyone in New York is like me!"
"I don’t care," Medici growls, his voice packed with desire. "You’re unique here. One-of-a-kind. I could walk down the street and rip off everyone’s pants with my bare teeth and not one man would have a cock like yours."
"Daddy!"
"Be proud of your rod. Own your uniqueness. Fine—in New York, dicks like yours are a dime a dozen. Here?You’re a king."
I whimper as I stare at our dicks shivering side-by-side. Medici’s extends to its full length, shooting out a strand of pre-cum.
My balls press against my taint, flame building within me.
