The cock on the right is the perfect twin of my buddy's, all the way down to those propulsive muscular contractions of its super-girthy root and shaft and the first two warning spurts of about the ten to thirteen my buddy's delivers when we masturbate together.
My buddy's third to sixth spurts are consistently more than twice the volume of his first two and are lofted between 8 and 12 inches vertically.
My wife (now my ex) swears his spurts are much bigger and more forceful when it's her and not the air that he's shooting into. Going by the huge surges of his spunk that erupt between the stretched rim of her vagina and the orgasmically jerking root of his balls-deep buried cock, I have no reason to disbelieve her. But merely thinking about what she feels when his spurts are thumping manfully into the back of her vagina drives me nuts and fills me with lust and envy.
Nothwithstanding the intense but thankfully only transient anguish I feel when watching my ex orgasming convulsively and simuĺtaneously with my buddy, it's fantastically hot to visualise him spurting as long and hard and copiously into her as he undoubtedly does. But at the same time it's so massively intimidating for me that I often despair of satisfying her ever again.
Oh well, that's Black Youth for you. Resplendently beautiful physique-wise, athletically, sensationally supple and super-potent, and extremely addicktive.
I just live with it and through it in our threesomes and in my private twosomes with my buddy and keep on savouring his spunk and loving it to my ecstatic Little Deaths.
Those super-spurtings of life-giving deliciously musky spunk fountaining so triumphantly from my buddy's glorious erections blow my mind so totally that in the very act I become incapable of distinguishing Love from Lust. To be perfectly honest I don't even try to but revel indiscriminately and shamelessly orgiastically in both.
I wouldn't have it any other way, especially when it's my turn to be topped.