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(3 weeks later)
Back at camp, Micah was in his tent rubbing his dry hands on his penis, but couldn't cum, because he was far too focused on the fact that his hand was leaving small cuts on his sensitive throbbing cock. He cries because of the torn foreskin, when Arthur comes in to interrupt him.
Arthur: (Grinning) Micah, you uh... having fun there buddy?
Micah: No! I cut my penis! (Wraps his dick with the supplies that he has in a medical kit)
Arthur: Well, apparently you got a letter, for once (Hands Micah the letter) if that makes you feel any better.
Micah: Thanks filthy whore 😘 now get out!
Micah opens the letter quickly, because he's extremely excited that someone is finally talking to him. The letter says:
"Dear Micah,
I was thinking about you every day, and you make my dick so hard. I never even have to touch my throbbing cock anymore, because the thought of you makes me ejaculate repeatedly. If you want, we can meet back up at the place in Saint Denis ;). Also, here's your cock that you wanted big boy. I'm sorry I got a little bit of cum on it.
(Picture is placed here)
- Love,
Charles Chatenay"
When Micah gets done reading the letter, he realizes how hard he is, but he is confused, because he is unaware of who Charles Chatenay is. Nonetheless, he rides off to Saint Denis, without telling the camp, so he can search for this random hot man that ejaculates to the thought of Micah. Micah roams the streets and alleyways of Saint Denis, trying not to act horny. He asks several people if they know who Chatenay is, but no one knew too much. Finally, a man informs Micah on the location of Charles. Micah heads over to Charles Chatenay's sex art gallery. He knocks on the pretty door, with cute wittle flowers pots wite nwext to wit :3. The sexy man opens the door, while jumping back in surprise at the same time.
Charles: who are you, who told you about my business?? you strange man!
Micah: you sent me a sexy letter, my friend. You told me to meet you here, and I want a moist mouth around my hard dick, so I came.
Charles: Mm... I don't remember your face, and you have a very unique face pal. Who are you?
Micah: Micah..?
Charles: You aren't Micah, you dumbass. But that does not matter, you're making me hard. (Grabs Micah's hand) Comere buddy.
Micah: (Almost nuts all over his fucking pants) yes
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