I would never remember this shit tomorrow. We both did. xxx A big cock. Oh shit I thought, what if……………………. The skinny punk with the barb wire tattoos on his arms, the thin flexing biceps, and the pale sickly skin was above me. I tasted heat, musk and fullness. He was calling me a cocksucker? My choice. A tiny hip thrust from the faggot sent more cock past my lips. His thick bell was suddenly pressing against my bottom lip. It was me giving the head. My choice. I sucked away, bobbing my head over his cockhead, taking only inches of his meaty shaft. Besides, a cock this size would not fit down my throat, not in a million years. I loved myself and my chiseled hard body.




















