He stood above me, as I kneeled at his feet, trying to catch my breath.When I had composed myself a little I looked up. His mammoth cock swayed from s...de to side, it dripped with spit and looked very angry as it throbbed and pulsated.He reached down and took my arms, pulling me up to my feet. I immediately threw my arms around his neck and pulled him close against me, opening my mouth and pushing my tongue into his.I ran my hands down his back, scrapping my fingernails down and over his tight. The thing was, I wasn’t ready for it---with my sweats still round my knees---and lost my balance. We fell awkwardly, bouncing off the edge of the bed, tripping over who knew what, and finally slamming me back first into the wall, knocking over a picture I hit with my shoulder.I recall hearing two things at the same time: Candy, yelling, “JESUS!” and the glass of the picture breaking and falling around Stephie and me.Fortunately neither of us was cut or hurt in any way other than our mutually. Charles DickensMay 1995Johnny Andersen was just hanging out at the upscale apartment of his best friend Darryl Sanders. Johnny often worked as Darryl's assistant on larger photo shoots and did smaller jobs like weddings for a living. Johnny was a perfectly competent and dependable photographer. He just lacked the special talent and artistic ability that put Darryl at the top of the field. But that didn't keep them from being inseparable buds.Johnny spotted the Coliseum ticket envelope. "I see. Please let me know if you are interested in further details.”I was curious I’ll admit. There were any number of people, men and women, who could have relayed this opinion about me. I was always engaged when I chatted and engaged in cyber sex. Even more so when I would video or voice call. I contemplated the message for a few seconds, fingers tapping against my laptop.“You got me curious. Sure I’d like more details.” I quickly tapped out and sent to this strange messenger.The response came.