My favorite part has always been slowly pulling the belt out. Hearing the leather slide against itself, hearing the metals clash against each other, and all that anticipation before finally seeing it made my heart beat just a little bit faster. Inch by inch I slowly pulled down his black jeans down to his knees and finally, there it was.
It was the biggest I had ever seen. It was so big I couldn’t process exactly what I wanted to do to it first. I wanted to stare at it, I wanted to kiss it gently, I wanted to shove it deep down my throat, I wanted to slowly touch every inch of it (and god there were a lot of inches), I wanted to do everything I could possibly do and more. I don’t know if it was the sheer size of it or the endless ideas erupting rapidly from my deepest fantasies but I was stunned into a vegetative state where I couldn’t even move. Luckily, he was there to gently guide me through our journey. He looked me deep into my eyes and grabbed the hair on the back of my head and started pushing my head down, my knees naturally bent and when they touched the floor they were caressed by the red plush carpet of his room. I was so close I could smell the distinct musk of a real man and it radiated from his body and danced around my nose, **oh god**. He lead my mouth into his penis and instinctively, I opened for him.