Santiago
by Larry Malone I don't know how long I stood at my opened apartment door with my mouth hanging open when I first saw Santiago, but it was longer than polite would allow. “San” was there in response to a general ad of mine I was running in a local sex magazine offering to host any one interested in a mature uncut cock for oral sex. Whatever I was expecting, it certainly wasn't the strikingly gorgeous young Hispanic standing there. He was a little over six foot tall, (and as...