I helped him take off my shorts and jock, and he worked his way down my chest and stomach, and he started to lick the head of my throbbing boner. That...alone almost sent me over the edge, but I managed to contain myself. Finally I pushed him up, and began to undress him.He had an excellent, athletic physique, with an 8-pack and pecs worthy of a god. Then I took off his pants to reveal his massive, uncut monster cock. Standing erect at least 9 inches, I could see it pulsing as I began to rub and. ’ Instantly, ‘282-2468.’ Since I was at my friend’s place, a phone was available. I dialed the number and it was answered on the first ring. A soft female voice answered, ‘Hello.’ ‘Is Charlie around?’ ‘I’m Charlie,’ said the female. ‘I’m Clyde.’ There was a pause and then she blurted, ‘I’m desperate. If you’re a good DB, I need you now.’ Her voice did sound desperate, but it was a nice sounding voice, and I wasn’t very busy anyway. ‘Tell me how to get to your place and I’ll come over and. ‘Those tits, let me at those tits.’ Pete said hoarsely and waited for the green light. ‘Hold it buster, first remove my dress carefully and fold it neatly.’ The dress was removed with care but then tossed on to the floor. Sighing, Lana pulled out a breast and watched fascinated as Pete moved on to it slowly, eyes focused and he appeared about to dribble. He hovered a few inches away from the proud nipple and grunted, ‘Gotcha’ and slammed on to it, scaring her for a moment thinking he was about. It takes me an enormous effort to go into the 'dirty details'. So I postpone it. For the moment. He takes me out to 'Isola Bella', where waiters sing in Italian. My first real pieces of pizza.He needs to wait many months before he can lay a hand on it. We kiss. He fondles my tits.He gets his first chance at a special party at a boat outside Amsterdam. Where? No idea!I live in a large room at Stadionkade, near Olympic Stadium. My landlady is single and 35+.I am sometimes invited for drinks at.