” I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. I slid down Marc’s pants and shorts and stared at his thick hanging dick. I kissed all around his c...ck and felt his big belly and thick thighs with my hands, before running them up and down his ass. I planted soft, passionate kisses on his hanging shaft, then licked up and down it, covering every inch and feeling every vein with my tongue. “Yeah, that’s nice” he said and I pushed his harding cook to the side with my face so I could lick his. I did like it when she got up close and personal with my mouth and got her face up right next to my lips and looked hard for any defects. Strangely, my dental work was done in the past as well as in the present and some of it was odd because of using different methods and different materials than used in the high tech world of today.Sometimes I would cut her inspection short by simply introducing my hard cock into the picture and filling her mouth with my demanding meat in a way that I knew she. He spun the car over to the side of the rode and let me finish him off. Although I swallowed most of his load, I managed to save some and rubbed it around my lips as if it were lipstick."You crazy cunt," he said, laughing at my antics. "I'm gonna fix your ass tonight."My fingers were busy under my skirt already as I replied, "I can handle anything you dish out to me honey." We'll see," he said, his eyes were smiling lewdly at me."Uh, uh, uh, oooooh! Help me Bobby..." My fingers were. He was the first-ever glory hole I ever experienced. Hard to forget those 'firsts!' ]What can I say about Bob? When I first came into contact with him it was through a website devoted to gay, gay-curious, bi, and even the occasional so-called 'straight' guys looking for some good sex. I didn't regard myself as gay. Rather, I thought of myself (and still do) as bisexual, with an occasional penchant for something like gay sex. But what about Bob? Bob was, without doubt, pretty much gay. Of.