I sat on the couch, and he walked over to me. “Oh fuck,” I said. But we only ran a few minutes over. The common theme is cock, either my own or some characters and stories I make up. I’m seven inches with a slight curve, cut. “Nice,” I said. what prompted you to make that observation?”
“Sometimes you just get a feeling about somebody. Then he turned around and slowly opened his belt and zip, and dropped his pants. Watching his mouth going on and off me, I began to throb. When I came, he did too. “You make me want to get a real close look at that thing.” I was hard already. I reached down and scooped some up and brought it to my lips. He seems to be straightforward about things, but there’s always a hesitancy before he answers. Bob asked, “How about you?” I unzipped and fished out my erect cock.
