I stared at his chest and reached up my hands. I glanced at him for approval and he gave a slight not, smirking. I ran my hands over his huge rock har... chest that, like his back, was twice as wide as my own. His skin was smooth and covered all that muscle with no layer of fat in between. I ran my fingers over his shoulders and biceps, and eventually made my way to his abs. I couldn’t believe how hard they were without him flexing. I looked up at his face, and felt weak in my knees. He was so. .'Larry Long' was me stage name, if you can call it that? I was always wearing a mask whenever I fucked some tarts, so nobody ever got to see me face, well except for the girls and the cameraman sometimes, so I was pretty anonymous really? If you seen any pornos from the early 80s with a masked man with a huge cock, fuckin' various girls, it'll probably have my name in the credits?Anyway, the trouble, if ya can call it trouble, all started when I was about eighteen an' I was workin' in this. I was feeling really ashamed at what I did - sucked a stranger, a random black guy.This is a real story.A little about me. I am a 27 year old Indian guy. Decent looking. I live in San Francisco. I am str8 but have always wanted to please good looking white or black guys.This happened I went to Miami in Sep 2013 with a couple of other Indian friends. The very first night we all went to a club and got pretty drunk. I slipped out of the club and went to the beach. It was very dark and I started. From the other side of her, Mark caught Doug's eye and said good-naturedly, "Come on Doug, Cool it. Keep things cool okay?" nudging his friend under the table with his foot.Nena glanced up, her eyes furtively scanning the room for Constancia, but didn't see her anywhere. She took a deep breath. 'Where could she be, ' she wondered."I have an idea," Mark said, interrupting Nena's train of thought as he took another long pull of his beer, "Why don't we play a little language game before the band.