I had only been chatting with this one guy for a little over a week when we agreed to meet at his hotel. It was a week night and the hotels in my coll...ge town weren't too busy ... especially that mid January. How did I know this? Because I worked at that hotel. Did I tell Jon? No, because I hadn't ever met him in person yet. I worked the graveyard shift from 8pm to 5am a few times a week. It was easy work, check in guests and assist in any way possible. I had told Jon, to get a poolside. He'd said it was a thick seven and a half, but damn! If thiswas any indication,I thought to myself, I'm in for a real ride.I look up into his face as a sigh escapes his lips. He said he was mixed,and while I hadn't thought much of it earlier, staring up into hismasculine angular face with his full lips and caramel skin, I wondered whatone would have to mix to get this perfect piece of man. And then he moves;a swivel of his hips, gyrating against me. My mind goes blank and my bodytrembles. My. She gave me some encouragement, “You suck cock real good but lets see if you can deep throat.” She thrust her hips forward as she pushed down on my head with both hands. I gagged harshly as the enormous cock pushed down my throat. I couldn’t believe it fit. She hissed, “Look at that throat bulging out. I can see my cock going down your throat baby. You can handle a lot can’t you?” I mumbled a reply and started to resist the gag reflex. She really started to pump my throat saying, “Oh yeah. I think they all had eyes on Dustin's ass mostly—but what the fuck, he would love it. As the drinks flowed, and the dope lingered in the air, it came time. It went down without a hitch—perfect, just like Dustin described—he was so happy he started crying. I remember seeing Joey shaking his head back and forth, smiling—prolly thinking how truly silly we all were when having fun. Words can't describe the fun—just imagine 30 or so young, slim, topless, sweaty white bois doin the dead—as dirty as.