Originally, I went there to pick up a couple of DVDs; one of deep throat and the other all anal (my TV goes down from time to time and I can play DVDs on my computer sooo...
I thought I'd stop in the arcade and look at what videos they were offering before decideing which two I was gonna end up with.
The first booth I went into didn't have a glory hole and the machine didn't work so I moved to one right across the isle.
This one had a hole and I stripped and put in a fiver. It was only a few seconds before the booth next to me became occupied and I leaned forward to see if they too had stripped. He had and was pulling on himself when I stuck my fingers through the hole beckoning him to me. i was rewarded immediately by a very nice cock which i immediately devoured. It didn't take him long and, with a mouth full of cum I walked out into the main store to do my shopping. I savored the taste of him as I walked from rack to rack searching for the videos of my choice and didn't swallow his ejaculate until it was time to pay and I had to speak.
Fun event! Will repeat it soon.

I had a boy come over last night. S/he's a skinny little bitch. Shaved from her eyebrows down and made up... cheap. I made her kneel in fromt of me and lock her fingers together behind her back. Thnen I took my cock in one hand, held her head with the other and guided myself into her waiting mouth. When she began to lick the head of it I took hold of her head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth... going deeper witheach thrust until... I held her mouth pressed against my clean shaven pubic bone. I watched her begin to fight for air. I felt her throat rebel against my cock. It was only moments before she could no longer keep her fingers locked behind her back and she reached around to try to push me back. I held her for just a second more before I released her. I told her to put her hands back behind her as she had before, "I'm not done with your mouth yet.", and I slid my cock back down her throat. but this time I begaon to just fuck her. Long, deep strokes that had her gagging again and again; fighting to keep her hands behind her back.
Tireing of that I took her back to visit my toy box and told her to pick out something to sit on. I wanted to watch her take a dildo.
S/he found one that was about the size of me (I'm 6+" and 5" around. Nothing abnormal) and I found one that was quite a bit bigger.
I got the lube and fingered her ass. Wetting her crack well and working first one then two fingers deep into her. When I felt she was ready I led her to a coffee table so I could watch her penetrate herself; I could listen to her whimpers of pleasure as she sunk deeper and deeper onto her rubber cock. I watched her work it in and out as she pleased herself in front of me and it was awesome.
I made her hold it in her ass with nothing but her sphincter muscles and get up and show it to me... both before and after she paraded around the living room with it.
I pulled and twisted it; I worked it in and out of her hole; I made her moan for me. I took it out and inspected her tender pink hole and then I began to work the big one into her. She pleaded that it was too big but I twisted it, pulled it out, twisted again as I shoved more up her. Finally the base was between her cheeks and she had it all. It seemed as though she couldn't breath. I twisted again and she moaned. I slowly started to pull it out but by this time she was begging me to leave it in. I had other plans.
I put her ankles on my shoulders and made her look me in the eye as I drove my cock into her. I pulled out and shoved a dildo up her and then I fucked her again. I took her doggy style then turned her around and fucked her mouth some more. I made her squat over me so I could see my cock dissapear in her hole. I sucked her little clit but I wouldn't let her cum. Maybe next time.

Finally…
Frank called. He said that he had a few minutes to stop by. Fortunately, I had just shaved my body so I was smooth for his visit. I hit the pipe a couple of times, slipped into a pair of shinny, black thigh-hi’s, slid a butt-plug up me and waited, on my knees, for his knock.
I knew he was already hard when he came through the door and all was confirmed when he almost riped his pants off. I took a few drops of Astro-Glide into my mouth and wet my lips with it. I was ready too.
With one hand he entwined his finger in my hair while guiding himself to me with the other. The shinny red crown glistened and he rubbed it back and forth across my lip before sliding the head between them. When he was well aimed he took my head in both of his hands and began to fuck me… And fuck me… and fuck me… deeper with each stroke. I kept my hands clasp behind my back. I knew he just wanted my mouth… well, my throat, I mean.
He saws in and out of my mouth and I try to concentrate on caressing his cock with my tongue. I try to forget that he’s sliding back and forth across the sensitive back of my throat… I try not to gag but it’s really what we both want and he ignores the gurgles and saliva that escape from around him.
Now he’s fully sheathed and bruises my lips with each thrust, pulling me into him as he does so. He holds me there… impaled on his cock, nose pressed into his freshly shaven pubic bone and gagging. I’m trying to keep my hands clasp tightly behind me but barely succeeding when he pivots his hips and seems to drive another, unexpected inch down my throat.
I can’t take anymore and push at his legs but he has a death grip on my head. I cannot escape. My gag reflex takes over trying to expel the meat that is lodged in my throat… I can’t breath.
“Oh, that’s so good. Oh, that’s so good. Oh. Oh. Oh…”
And then he’s out of me. He holds my head back with one hand and strokes his cock with the other. Two… Three strokes and the first jet of his ejaculate erupts into my mouth… then another and another. In a few moments I will begin to taste his juices; a slightly chalky, slightly salty mixture that pools on my tongue.
I take him in my mouth to clean him and lick the last milky drop from the slit, then savor the taste while he dresses to leave.
It’s always good to see him.

Went to the bookstore today and spent a few hours watching porno and looking for someone to suck. I have a ritual now. I put in my money, then I strip naked (I like to show whoever comes into the next booth that I’m ready for anything. Then I sit there, watch the movies, stroke my shaved cock and run my hands over my shaved body, tease my nipples.

I hear the door to the booth next to me close and I can see a man sit down. I turn so that I am fully exposing my shaved body to the hole… I see him peek. Money is put into the machine in his booth. I watch as he sits back and, almost immediately, begins to rub himself. Not too soon does he finally unfasten his pants and I can see, in the gray light of the screen, his erection, hard as steel and glowing in the light of the TV. I slide my finger through the hole. His response is immediate and I am faced with his purple-headed beauty. Pale skin, veins… Couldn’t wait! Didn’t! Dropped to my knees and took him half way into my mouth before I closed my lips around him. And then I sucked him like he was a lollipop. I made him feel the roof of my mouth while he slid along my tongue. I took all of him and fought the urge to gag as he filled my throat with his cock. He seemed to get bigger, almost immediately and, after only about a dozen strokes, I tasted his cum filling my mouth. I milked his cock with my lips as he withdrew and sat back to watch more movie, savor the taste of his cum for a while before I swallowed. I didn’t have a chance to swallow before I hear the door again. I swish cum around in my mouth. I love the taste, I love the feel.
Another man feeds the machine and stands to unfasten his pants… My Gawd, it has to be 8” and he’s uncut. I’m in love the moment I see it and he wastes no time in preliminaries. His cock slides right through the hole. I have to admire it, touch it, skin it back. It’s already hard and, as I skin it forward again, a tear forms on its very tip. Nectar! I love a man who drips a lot of pre-cum. I lick the head, causing him to shiver, and taste him for the first time. I engulf the skin-covered head and insinuate my tongue into the folds. Licking around the head. I pull back his skin and use just my soft lips and tongue to tease him before I take about half of him, wetting him with the juices of the first man. Slowly I pull off and sink on him again. Taking more this time. A Pause to tease his head again and down to take it a little deeper. I pull his skin up and gently chew on it, suck it, lick it, and down again. I think I’m as ready as I’m going to be. Deep breath. I press my lips tightly and make his cock force my mouth open. He feels every inch as I slide his beautiful 8” through my moistened lips and down my throat. I hear him moan as my nose buries itself in his pubic hair. I force myself to keep his cock buried deeply in my throat as I fight the urge to gag… and I gag. My esophagus rebels but I hold my place. My throat muscles milk his cock but I can take no more and I pull off, stringing a mixture of his pre-cum and my saliva between us. I take him again but not so deep. I stroke him with my mouth. Then two, three times I slam my face into his groin. Each time gagging as he enters my throat. I want it! I take him in my hand and stroke him while I duck down to lick and suck his balls and then… down again. Two, three, four times it’s buried in my throat. Then several short ones and I feel him grow, I feel him harden and I know it’s time…
I pull him from my mouth and begin to stroke him. I kneel lower and hold my head back and my mouth open. A grunting sound from the next booth and I watch his white, creamy slime arch towards my mouth. Hot! Another, a direct hit and a pool begins to form on my tongue and I watch spurt after spurt leave the uncovered head. Finally he slows, his cock head covered with his ejaculate. I pull his skin over the head and begin to clean out under it, licking the last of his cum out of his skin. I slosh his cum around in my mouth. A chalky taste. I love the feel of cum in my mouth; I love the taste of cum in my mouth. I explore each crevice of his cock, every vein with my tongue, the shinny purple head covered in… it looks like frosting. I gently lick the cum off the head of his still dripping cock and he pulls his dick back through the hole.

“Wait! Please… I’m in love with your cock.” I whispered. “I’ve got to have it again… soon.”, almost pleadingly. “How can I…” “Come to my house!” I’ve never dressed so fast in my life and followed him out the door.
“I’m pretty busy right now… gotta get back to work. But you can call me at home and we’ll work something out. (We did work something out and I have the tender bottom as a reminder… but that’s another story.

I have begun to use my fucking machine to another purpose; I put an 8" dildo on it and allow the machine to fuck my mouth until I can't take it anymore. When I started this regimen I could only take it once or twice but, as of today, I can take an 8" cock from tip to balls between 25 & 30 times before I start to gag. I'm NOT gonna quit until mu mouth is a perfect pussy; hot, wet, tight & deep.

Please don’t think I’m bragging but I feel that I have found a new toy (or rather a new use for an old toy).
I have a fucking machine and have used it regularly for the past 6 years and, I gotta tell ya, this thing fucks me into the ground 2, 3, 4 times a week but I also love to be fucked in the mouth and experience has shown me that a cock, shoved down my throat, makes me gag uncontrollably and I don’t like that part… I mean I like a cock shoved down my throat but, with the gag reflex, I can’t take it more than four or five strokes.
So I fastened a rather large penis shaped dildo onto my machine and started practicing taking an 8” cock thrusting in and out of my throat. I’ve done this for awhile now and this morning I found that I can take maybe 30 strokes down my throat before I can no longer control my gag reflex.
My ultimate goal is to be able to allow any man to take hold of my head and fuck my mouth just as he would any other pussy… and I’m well on my way.
If I ever get complete control (and I’m sure that I will, as much as I practice) I would love to be the centerpiece of a mouth gangbang and have a whole group of men fuck my mouth until all were satisfied.
Well, it’s just a dream… or is it???

This is a true story (although it happemed several years ago)
I had gotten in contact with a group of male fisters through a site on the web, made contact with them and, finally, gotten free at the time they were having a week-end party in Flagstaff.
The door was answered by a beautiful, black (I don't care if it's politically correct or not - he's yummy), naked man who led me into a room... no... a house whose walls were covered with Male art. Not the porno, sleaze crap you see so much of), but true art. There I met his partner, a tall, well built white man with no pubic hair. Brother, I was H O M E!!!
A (the black man) gave me a tour of the house. In each of the rooms we visited there was some activity going on. In the living room there were three men. One alternately watching a fisting video and watching one of the other two men giving a blow job to the third. In the bathroom, we interrupted a man when he was douching. In the bedroom a man was chained, spread-eagled, face-up while two more men were teasing his flesh with tongues, thick fingers, and shaved, uncut penis'. I watched these three as I undressed and stowed my gear. One would alternately pinch, twist, bite or caress the nipples of the captive while running his fingers lightly up and down his body and then make him watch what the other was doing. The other man worked two fingers deeply into the chained man's ass while he occasionally took the slaves cockhead in his mouth and worked him until he was almost ready to cum (this was when they made him watch). He would pull his mouth, just barely off the slaves’ penis and watch it bounce as the slave twisted and lunged to try to regain entrance to the hot, wet, silky orifice that had brought him to this state.
I wandered through the house looking at the art and nodding greeting to men I passed. Naked men. Men with rings in their nipples and/or cocks, men with leather chaps and nothing else. And just plain… men.
The garage had been converted into a party room complete with moisture resistant mattress' pillows, tables and slings. One sling was in use but my eye was pulled to a man kneeling on a short table. He was on his hands and knees, his pardoners’ head was under him sucking his dick while his arm wrapped around the kneeling mans leg to end at his wrist in the first mans hole. God I envied the kneeling man...
A touch turned me around to face a guy dressed leather. He smiled, told me his name was D, and ask me if 'that' interested me. Boy did it ever! And I told him so. He ask how I liked it most. I told him that I had only been fisted three times but I really liked it on my hands and knees, spread as open as I could get, with my face in the pillow. He gestured at the mattress.
Kneeling on the mattress with my head in the corner and my now well lubricated and defenseless rectum open and staring out at the world… and then I felt his touch...
It almost seemed to tickle as he gently probed, and teased my opening and then... Oh, as it began to stretch the passage before it, the feel of it pushing aside the walls of my rectum… and he twists. Millions of nerve ending send messages of pleasure that are beyond my capacity to withhold and I moan... My sphincter ring feels like it can stretch no more. He waits a moment, barely twisting his hand from time to time and I can feel myself relax. Another man steps up beside us, reaches beneath me and begins to fondle my dick. I can feel D’s knuckles, hard against my protesting hole. He presses forward and I'm..., I'm..., Gone... somewhere else... the only thing left on this planet is my sphincter and the probe behind me that just keeps getting bigger... I couldn't breath... I felt 'I can't take it this big'... but I wanted it. My ass hole seemed to scream as his knuckles passed slowly through my sphincter ring. My mind said I couldn't take it. I braced my hand against the wall. My body convulsed, muscles contracting involuntarily as those monstrous knuckles slid relentlessly forward and then respite as he passed the sphincter ring and my hole smoothly enveloped his hand. My sphincter muscles contracted and relax again, involuntarily and almost seemed to hug the wrist that penetrated me. My mind cries out, “don’t move… “, “Please don’t move…”. I am so full. I’m lost in wonderful sensation.
And then he began to move. “N o o o o “, “Please…”. Twisting then pulling slightly out, then in again. Another twist and another. My body, thrashing uncontrollably like a bucking bronco, Unable to throw my rider while praying that this delicious torture will go on forever.
"No.o.o", I scream as he begins to withdraw. I can feel my rectum being turned inside out as he pulls his hand from me. I reach between my legs to try to stop him... too late, too little... his knuckles are again stretching my sphincter muscles and I am transported to another place. The hard knuckles, again within the ring of my sphincter. “Oh, please…”, “Oh, please…”, “Oh please…”, I whimper.
They're suddenly out and my hole gapes open seeming to clutch at the emptiness, longing for something to fill the vacuum.
I feel his touch and try to prepare myself to take him. With a twist he drives his hand into and through my anus until, stretched to my very limits, I again am lost... nerve ending within my rectum scream pleasure/pain messages to my brain faster than I can process them. Again and again he withdraws and thrusts... ‘til I can take no more.. and he, finally, withdraws.
I can’t move. I kneel there on weak knees with my bottom in the air, my open hole quivering and clenching at… nothing. For moments I am unable to move. Several men who, apparently have been watching, start to move away. I see several erections.
I watch a thickly built (and I don't mean fat) black man wandering around, watching different scenes. He had a quite long, quite thick dick even semi-hard and, everywhere he walked I could see pre-cum glistening on the head. Finally, I could take it no more and mustered up the courage to ask him if I could suck on it for a while. When he said yes I dropped to my knees and took him in my hand. I could see the long strings of pre-cum oozing from the slit in the thick, purple head. His dark chocolate shaft was shiny with it and I immediately went to work to lick it all clean, leaving the head for last. My mouth closed around his head and my tongue was immediately treated to the velvety smoothness of it and the slightly chalky taste of his pre-cum. I began to work my way down his shaft. Taking him as deep as I could and moistening more and more of him each time I sank down on it. I was beginning to wonder if I could really take this much. I took him to the back of my mouth and gagged when it reached the entrance to my throat (don't know why but I really like the feeling when I gag on a big cock.) And suddenly I was there with my nose buried in his pubic hair and my throat convulsing around his long, thick, black penis. I withdrew, sucking the excess saliva and pre-cum from his shaft as I pulled my mouth off on him. Again I took him to the very root to gag and withdraw, caressing the underside of his shaft with my tongue as I do. God, what a toy he had/has. I hold the head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I work the tip of my tongue into his pee slit and then… I take him. My lips follow every ridge, every vein in his penis until, gagging, I bury my face in his black curly hair and hold him there. Again and again I withdraw to tease and then to sheath this magnificent sword. Finally my aching jaw forces me to rest, but when I looked up at him and ask him if he would fuck me (was dieing to feel that huge piece of meat stretching my ass) he said OK and began to put on a condom.
We step over to a hip high table, I spread my legs and bent over the table. The first touch tells me that I am in for an ordeal (of the funnest times). The blunt end of his penis begins to stretch me immediately but I marvel at its’ smoothness. The light friction as he penetrates me is sending me away again. I feel my inner ring caress him as he slides into me and then I feel the blunt end deep within the folds of my rectum and he begins to fuck me.... and fuck me.... and fuck me... Long, hard strokes that drive the air from my lungs.
A has entered the room and, seeing my position, hops up on the table and presents me with his beautiful, milk-chocolate cock. "Here, take some of this nigger cock, white boy", and I am impaled from both ends. A rocks back and forth to fuck my mouth. "It's what you wanted didn't you?", "Taste that nigger cum!", "boy, you look like a chicken on a spit", "Feel that nigger cock in your ass?", "Oh, here, take this", as he holds just the head in my mouth and begins to cum. The first shot hits me in the back of the throat and causes me to gag but I manage to keep my mouth open and he begins to fill it with his ejaculate. I watch him milk his dick and produce one, final white drop which he wipes on my lips before he hops back off the table in pursuit of another adventure
N, by this time has fucked me to his hearts content and withdrawn to find other amusement and, finally, sorer but much happier, I get up to go see what else is going on.
Food is on the stove and in the fridge and some men are just sitting around talking about... Well, everything. Three men are discussing religions and other beliefs. Two are discussing a proposed Chess game sometime in the future. I nibble and dip and wander. A fisting film is on in the living room. I have never felt so completely relaxed and comfortable in anyone else’s home before in my life.
I spend the next several hours in pleasant conversation with men in various states of nakedness, admiring cocks, asses and hands when D approaches me. “Have you ever fisted anyone?” No was my immediate reply but I’d sure like to do for you what you did for me earlier. Will you guide me?
You have to feel your way, was all the instructions he gave me and here I was. D lying back in the sling with his legs in straps holding him spread and greasy for me. I began to work him a finger at a time while he kept whispering “More…, more…”, and very soon I had edged my knuckles past his sphincter and began to explore his rectum Causing him to wreath at my touch. But, ”More”, he whispered, “deeper”, and I began to drive forward. I could feel the folds of his intestines and began to follow them deeper and deeper into his bowel till, at length, I could see that his anus was almost all the way up my forearm and I was afraid to go deeper. And so I worked him until he could take no more and withdrew.
I was fisted once more that week-end but I don’t remember by whom. I had taken it in one of the slings and found that, although it’s way beyond pleasurable, it’s not the way I prefer it.
The party was a wonderful, memorable week-end and though I haven’t been able to get back up to another due to scheduling conflicts I think about it often and wait for the day I can see them all again. It was one of the most pleasurable moments of my life.

I have to write this while I still have the taste of his cum in my mouth.

He calls and tells me that he has a few minutes and asks if he can come by. The rest of the day just got postponed… or at least put off. I love being his, “when I have time for you”, slut. I really enjoy seeing him walk in my door. He’s got a cock that’s just a little longer and thicker than my own and his seed tastes like… sour honey.
I feel, for the first time, that my mouth is being used like the pussy I wish it was. I lay on my back with my arms at my sides. He straddles my chest and began to pump into my mouth. I gag several times but fight through it as his penis hammers the back of my throat. I caress his shaft with lips, wet from his pre-cum and suck, ever so gently as he withdraws. He plunges and I trace each vein in his cock… and try to memorize it with my tongue. He is lost in my mouth now. I am forgotten in his driving lust. My mouth is just a receptacle for his pleasure and I love this feeling. My mouth is finally getting… used the way I’ve always wanted it used. and he fucks me… and fucks me… and fucks me. I hear him groan with pleasure; I feel his shaft grow thicker.
“Oh, Gawd.” He moans, then pulls himself from my mouth and begins to spew thick creamy, white ropes of his juices across the gap to my waiting mouth. And the taste… The mildest, bittersweet, honey pools on my tongue. I milk his shaft to squeeze that last drop out of him and smear it across my lips. I take him in my mouth again and suck the last of his juices out of it… and he’s done.
We make small talk while he dresses and leaves. I feel like a cheap, well-used whore… and I love the feeling!!! And I can still taste his cum.

After he leaves I began to watch the DVD I made of me bein’ fucked by my machine and not a moment passes before I am lightly teasing my nipples and, as I tease them, a nerve that seems to run directly from my nipples to my asshole begins to respond. I push pause and head for the bedroom and my machine… my mind on the one eyed, one horned, flyin’, purple people eater (as I so affectionately call IT.)
IT is a jelly, triple-ball, butt-plug, with bumps all over it. It measures 9” tall by 9” around the largest of the balls. Needless to say, the big one’s on the bottom.
I prop my machine on the end of the bed at just the right height and angle (I’ve done this before… LOTS), grease myself, present myself to it and barely turn on the switch. It slowly moves back and forth and I adjust myself to accept it.
It touches my hole. I back closer. The first greasy ball begins to stretch my hole. I hold still for a moment to enjoy the feeling of the tip just barely penetrating me with each stroke. It feels wonderful but there are deeper parts of me that are clamoring for attention and I settle back to take more. I had set the stroke for a 4” thrust before I started and, by this time, the second and measurably larger ball has joined the first and is sliding in and out and I hesitate again to enjoy the two balls as they are forced through my delicate hole. I increase the stroke speed and moan into my pillow for the first time. Time stands still. Millions of nerve endings keep screaming, “Thank You, Thank You, Thank You” with each thrust. I can feel the largest of the balls slamming against my hole now. It feels like it’s too big to fit but some inner command keeps telling me, “You’ve got to take it… you’ve got to take it.”… Each thrust drives it deeper and deeper into me. I feel it begin to stretch my hole. Another stroke and it almost breaches the gap. Unintelligible gibberish and moans escape my throat. With my hole screaming, “No….”, it slides into me. I can’t breath. I can’t speak. My thighs grow weak and tremble uncontrollably. I am mastered by the merciless onslaught. I am transported to a place that only a few can say they’ve been and I never want to leave.
It goes on for… Gawd, I don’t even know… minutes? Hours? Time is so jumbled.
Too weak to move, I finally fall forward on the bed and lay there gasping for breath. I’m in fucking heaven… and I can still taste his cum.
I have never been so well fucked or so completely satisfied in my entire life.
Not by ANYONE, anywhere, ever.

As soon as he was inside the door I had him strip so that I could examine him. While he disrobed I let him see me donning a latex glove and while he stood before me with his fingers laced behind his back I started fingering his hole while, with the other, I began to stroke his penis.
I didn’t need to wait for him to become aroused. I think he was hard the moment I first touched him.
I rubbed a generous supply of lube between my hands and continued to tease him both front and back.
“I’m going to show you something. The reason I want to show you is that, if you don’t know how, I intend to teach you.” And, with that, I swallowed his penis to its very root… I buried my mouth firmly against his pubic bone and held it for a few moments before withdrawing.
“I don’t like hair, Think about getting rid of it… Now suck me!” and I sat back to watch as he knelt and started to reach for my cock…
“Your hands don’t belong on my cock unless I tell you to use them.”
There was a moments hesitation before he, again, laced his hands behind his back and leaned forward to pick up the head, first with his tongue and then he was sucking the head into his mouth.
I watched him taking an inch… an inch and a half and withdraw. Again his head dipped as he tried to take more… and failed. Again and he almost had it as deep as I knew he could take on his first try.
I stopped him. I had other plans…
I made him kneel in the center of my bed with his ivory white bottom in the air, his knees spread and his head and shoulders on a pillow and donned another glove.
A finger from the left hand and then another… a finger from the right… and then another. I worked the inside of his rectum with the tips of my fingers until he was fairly moaning with the pleasure.
I would slip under him and suck on his dick… just a little bit from time to time.
I had three fingers in him and was thrusting and twisting as I held the tip of his cock in my mouth. His hole was becoming more pliant and relaxed.
I found a dildo about the size of my cock and slowly penetrated him with it. When it was at his deepest I held it there, barely moving, for… less time than he wanted me to and I heard him exclaim, as I withdrew, “Oh, No, Please, Don’t move.” But it was too late and I was poised for another stroke. This one deep… and hard…
A shudder ran through his body as I shoved the whole 7” into him. I felt him weaken as I drove it home but he managed to hold himself in place and I pulled out for another stroke.
He was mine now. I fucked him with that dildo for ten minutes while he moaned and quivered under the blows.
Finally I pulled the dildo from his hole and knelt to examine his cock. It was dripping pre-cum and I licked some from the tip of his penis before repositioning myself so that I could offer him my cock.
Gawd he was hungry…
I wasn’t done so I stopped him before he was done… and he looked hurt… that I would take it away from him but I had things to attend to at his other end… I was far from done with that.

Blow Jobs/Kinda like a handshake... Only better!

Men seem to open up more to each other after they've had oral sex... both ways.
It seem easier for each of us to relax and get to know each other, if we've each tasted the juices of the other.

Kinda like a handshake... Only better!