My first big cock
He was Italian. He had huge hands with long, thick, meaty fingers. I unbuckled his jeans and slid them down his hips, keeping my eyes on the long, thick bludge that had been growing down his right leg ever since he had asked me if I wanted to see it and then told me to get onto my knees. I was straight-I was sure of it; but yet here I was: getting ready to suck another man’s cock and hoping, no, praying, that he’d make a move to fuck me. This is the single desire that one side of me had...