I Sucked His Uncut Glory

He grabbed some hair and pulled gently. My mouth opened for him. His glory entered. My lips pressed down to give him pleasure. It was soft and, thanks to Communism, uncut.
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I woke up before sunrise as usual. My father’s side of the family was from farm stock. Waking up early came naturally to me. My mom’s side of the family is in New York. I don’t know much about them. They had stopped speaking to her when she had dated a Protestant. Her Haredi community had strict rules. That Protestant had married her, and my birth had happened shortly after that. They had moved to Midland, Texas so that I could do more with my life than raise cattle. My father’s extended family has various ranches within a short drive of my home.
My clock radio came on. Country music, of course. I set it to warn me that sunrise would come soon. I have to doven certain prayers at sunrise. I had morning wood. I’m a healthy young man. My office job does not start until 9 am. I wish I could rub one out, but I have rules to obey.
A palm pressed into the base of my shaft. A weight on the mattress next to me told me he had let himself in and settled on the bed. No one else has the key to my apartment. Pressing his palm harder into my manhood, he slapped my balls to the beat of the music. My erection subsided.
He presented his glory to me. It was soft and, thanks to Communism, uncut. He hadn’t been able to study Islam until after the Soviet Union fell. I kissed his foreskin. He caressed my hair. He loved me in a certain way. He possessed me. I gave him pleasure. That is our relationship....