He was a handsome, accomplished man of about 30 and was married to an attractive woman from Salzburg who was a couple of years his senior. I’d met a...d spoken to her on numerous occasions when I’d had the honour of being invited to dine with them at their beautiful home in one of the nicer parts of the city.In comparison, the scruffy 25m ² behind the Westbahnhof I returned to every evening was a constant reminder to me of my lowly position in society, at least for the time being. I would never. On his knees on the bed and upright now, I caught his beet red face in my hands, feeling the burn of this red-blooded male power. He mashed his mouth to mine yet again, and gravity slid me to the base of his coke-can thick cock. I must have let go of his neck and let my torso fall to the bed as he plowed. I couldnt tell what was pain, what was pleasure, I could only feel it as it was, a full fledged white-out of feeling that flashed from my crotch and I sprayed everything I had between our. His eyes stayed focused on his book, and he’d been turning pages pretty consistently since she’d been staring. Normally, she wouldn’t just stand back and watch the patrons, but tonight was slow. Rosalia wasn’t much entertainment either. She stayed by the drive through window, glued to her phone, only putting it away if customers showed up. Managers could get away with that, apparently. And the store would be closing soon, anyway.It was practically empty here, save for the boy and an older. "Suck on me again, this time, leave me as wet as possible. Understand?" Yes, I understand. I can't wait to suck on you. You have such big balls, I'll bet you cum a lot. I want you to cum in my mouth, I like that." I dropped to my knees and cupped his balls, playing with them. They really were big and hung down low. They were least the size of golf balls, maybe bigger. His cock was bigger than Jacks too. It was longer and a lot bigger around. Usually the head is the biggest part. Paul's dick.