Last year I, after a bad break up, I messaged on a few confession sites, and met this surprisingly normal, and well adjusted guy (usually most of the guys who reach back are creeps with sleazy messages), and he was cool — late twenties, fit, hung and sweet. A jackpot of a FWB, who also was good to hang out with casually.
The first time I met him, we just kissed, and I gasped as his huge dick grew. I could feel it through his slacks as I sat in his lap, and I was scared, since I’d never had such a big dick in me before. I stroked a few times, but I had to leave before it progressed anywhere.
The second time, it was a little more relaxed. We chilled, ordered dinner, made out, and then he gave me the best head I’d ever had in my life…. It went on for what seemed like hours, and I’d soaked through his couch by the end of it, having come like 3 times before he even came up for breath. I was so taxed and melted that the only thing I could do was give him a blow job before we both had to run off for meetings.