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Phlegmatic! That would be the most appropriate word I could use the describe Travis. There were times that he would be engaging and other times he would scarcely acknowledge my existence. He spent a great deal of time in the shop across the road and I would see him coming and going on a daily basis.Travis was a stutterer; this was particularly bad when he got excited. Travis must have been in his mid-forties and was a sexy man. Travis stood around six-feet tall and had a slight paunch. He had broad masculine hands, with the tip of his right middle finger amputated. He didn’t appear to be very hairy and sported a goatee without a moustache. His hair was brown and always cut very short. He was always neatly attired and always wore traditional farmer’s garb.Travis’ second wife, who was of a similar age to him, was easily the sexiest woman in the town. This always astounded me because his infidelity was part of local folklore and there were quite a few locals who were not enamoured with Travis’ antics. There was a story of him once visiting a house of ill repute nearby, after which he had crashed his pickup far too close to this establishment.This istanbul escort almost led to a divorce. After much begging and pleading, however, he had managed to persuade his wife to relent. Travis was naughty and loved over-imbibing. His nickname, ‘Travis Trunk,’ came from a favourite party trick that he was renowned for. Even I got to see this trick one Sunday evening.The pub down the road always grew fairly quiet on Sunday afternoons after the lunch-time traffic had dispersed from the village. The owner of the pub was a delightful woman named Naomi. I would often saunter over at around five-thirty and have a drink or two with her, prior to her closing up at around seven.Late one Sunday afternoon, as I arrived at Naomi’s pub, her eldest son Bennie and Travis were at the bar. Travis was fairly drunk and following what he was saying, between his slurring and stuttering, was quite an ordeal. He then asked me if I liked elephants. Naturally, I responded positively.After pulling the pockets of the trousers he was wearing out, creating two flaps on either side of his hips, Travis unzipped the istanbul escort bayan front of his pants before pulling his cock out to complete the picture. He smiled broadly as we all applauded the ‘elephant.’ Tempted as I was to get a really good look, I restrained myself from doing so. His cock did, however, look fantastic. I left the pub shortly afterward.The following Sunday, only Naomi and Travis were at the bar when I arrived. He was a lot soberer and very engaging that evening. As I finished my second drink, aware that Naomi liked to close up by seven o’clock; I made my way home fifteen minutes before closing time. A short while later my doorbell rang and after opening the front door, Travis stood there and asked if he could view the gallery, having never visited it before.Several weeks before, he had made his feelings on homosexuality very clear to me and they were not very positive! His visit, therefore, was somewhat of a surprise to me.After looking around the gallery for a few minutes he asked to use my toilet. In the peculiar setup of the home I rented as a gallery, the toilet adjoined Escort istanbul the lounge. Without closing the toilet door behind him I could hear him pissing. Next, I was summoned to the toilet by him to answer a question about one of the art pieces that hung above the toilet bowl.Hesitantly, I approached to find him shaking his cock, presumably to dispose of his last few drops of piss. Facing his left side, I also now got a really clear view of the legendary ‘trunk’. I was so perplexed that I wasn’t able to concentrate on his question properly. Nonchalantly, he invited me over to have a closer look at the art piece as he continued fiddling with his knob.As I moved next to him he placed his left hand on my shoulder. Finally, as I focused on the art piece I gave a brief explanation of the artist’s technique and medium. Travis now commenced leisurely opening and closing his foreskin as I spoke. I was dying to touch his cock but with his former anti-homophobic diatribe in my mind, I decided not to. He then turned his body to face me and with a strange look on his face, I felt his hand pushing my shoulder downward. Apprehensively, I knelt down before him as directed.When I gingerly touched his magnificent cock I could feel it thickening as it filled with blood. It was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful knobs I had ever seen. The flawless pale skin felt like satin and it had an ample foreskin that hung generously off the dick-head.

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