It was black in colour, uncut and looks like a iron rod. He asked me to keep my hand on it. Immediately I couldn’t able to place my hand on it but ...he desire in side me made to keep my hand on it. It was hot I pressed it. At that movement my mind compelled I enjoy with it. I asked him his name and he said his name is Venkataiah. He came very near to me and kissed my lips smoothly. I don’t know it made me to feel as if I am his property.Again he kissed my lips and this time he sucked my lips. .. err, a few."Mary studied me and said, "Hey, give it up. How many exactly since February?" Leave it at a few. It's immaterial to what I'm trying to tell you." Holy shit, you're a man slut." She grinned lecherously at me.I ignored her and noted in a pensive tone, "With each woman I've been with I felt something vibrant and exciting about our coming together, and they did too. We both felt the same thing and wanted the same shared experience." So if I'm horny and I find a horny guy, you think. I've sucked off enough guys to know who is mostly straight and who isn't and this guy Kurt was definitely straight. Weak kneed I led him to the bedroom. As we walked down the hall, Kurt said, “This is my first time doing this." Finding my voice, I replied, “There's a first time for everything." In the bedroom, when Kurt pulled down his cut-offs his flaccid cock popped out. It was thick, uncut with a big mushroom knob and swimming in a sea of curly black pubic hair. Kurt let me lift his. .. are a fucking faggot. You know that, right?" he was grinning down at me. All i could do was push back against his hand and glare up at him... not entirely sure if i was mad or grateful for the push and the training. I will admit i WAS a little proud of myself... Finally he let me push myself off and i sat there.. leaning forward against him, his sloppy slippery cock against my cheek.. just panting and letting all of the saliva drip out. I was saying "Oh my god.." over and over i think. Can't.