He was sitting in the middle of the room, naked, with his back to me. After the incredible pelt of hair on his chest and stomach, I guess I thought he’d have a hairy back, too. But no, just a couple of small patches at the nape of his neck and the base of his back. Hell, I’ve got more hair on my back than that!

He turned around and I kinda freaked out again. He had a boner, and it was literally the size of one of those flashlights uthat uses 3 D cells. So fuckin’ big! And thick, too! I was so worked up at this point, I really thought I was gonna faint, and sank to my knees because there was nothing to lean against.

Then, he stuck his big cock in his mouth and started sucking himself. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I’d heard some guys could do that but hadn’t even seen it in porn. “You’re. So. Fucking. Big.” I choked out.

After a moment he walked over to me, his big swollen cock and heavy balls swaying from side to side. “Look at it,” he whispered. “Look at how big my penis is!” I’m ashamed to say I actually started drooling. He grabbed it with both hands, and still the head and an inch or two of shaft stuck out. “Suck it!” he demanded. I put it in my mouth. God, it was so thick! He pushed in and out for 10 seconds or so, and then pulled one hand away so I was now sucking the head and about half the shaft. Between his length and the incredible thickness, that was about all I could manage, but another 10 seconds or so of that and he took the other hand away and rammed himself deep down my throat.

I tried to take it all, but I choked and gagged and almost violently pushed myself away from him and fell down on the floor, gasping for breath. His entire cock had turned bright red, and the huge plumhead was almost purple. He grabbed my hair and held my face close and started slapping it with his cock. I mean really slapping it. Hard. My forehead, cheeks, lips were stinging. “Lick your little fingertip,” he commanded. I did, and he squeezed the head of his huge phallus so his piss slit yawned open. “Stick it in,” he said in his weird accented English. That was a thought that had never occurred to me, but I did, and was shocked to the first joint of my fingertip, all the way down to the nailbed, sink inside him effortlessly. “Fuck me, fuck my piss slit with your finger,” he growled. I did, and it felt a little weird, but it really turned me on.

But I wanted to suck his cock again. I wanted to suck it so much, more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. I jammed it into my face again, as far as it could go. He began thrusting his hips in and out, then he abruptly pulled out of my mouth, and almost ripped my t-shirt off. I’d already unsnapped my cargo shorts and so they and my jockeys were on the floor in a second and I was as naked as he was. He stepped back and stared at me and let out a low, guttural growl of what seemed like appreciation.

Whimpering, I scrambled forward on my hands and knees, desperate to suck his magnificent penis. I jammed it into my face, greedily-almost hungrily- and started jacking myself. “You’re jacking yourself off like a dog,” he whispered. But then, he reached under me, slapped my hand away from my incredibly hard cock. “You’re not going to come until I tell you to,” he commanded. And he spanked me four times on my ass, really hard, to make sure I got the message. But it was too late. The unbelievable, mind-blowing eroticism of what was clearly just the opening moments was too much for me. Without even touching myself any further, my orgasm slammed through me and rope after long, thick rope of my sperm squirted out of my swollen penis, all over his polished hardwood floor.