He was an older Hispanic man, probably around 40 years old or so. His big ass cock was huge man. It was uncircumsized, super, super fat, and hung half...way down his thigh, between his balls and his knee-caps. I froze and just stared at it with amazement, that I forgot I still had my dick in my hand. Then he said, “Well? You going to suck my dick or what?” I replied, “No”. Then he stepped up in my face, grabbed his huge dick with his hand and put it up to my mouth. As I was staring at the head of. But without that furtive abuse I feel lost. I’ve seen films where battered children cling to the parent who bruises their bodies. I’d watch these movies and think, ‘How peculiar.’ And then thoughts of the ice-storm would return. The sanctuary offered by electricity now demands my adoration. I become uncomfortable in moments of even mild silence. I exit the station and make my way into the city. My pen rests comfortably between friendly calluses. I hobble onto an obscure side street where my. One was me, the other was Al. Something was growing under my ass, something long and hard, and when I turned around to look him in the eye he winked lasciviously. I wriggled around a little as if to get comfortable, but he knew what I meant. His wife was talking along with the others and we were in effect isolated in an oasis of silence. His cock throbbed under me ominously, a time bomb set to go off at any time. And while his hands rested on innocuous parts of my body, the fact was that they. The next day we stayed by the pool and relaxed all day , about 2 in the afternoon i went up to the room to get sum more sun cream , when i came back to the pool , Suzanne was sat on the edge of the pool with just her feet dipped inside speaking to the black guy from the other night , i lay on the sunbed and pretended i wasnt bothered , about 15 minutes later Suzanne came back over , we had a little chat , she said what about him he seems a nice guy , i said no way , not a chance am i letting.