This was controlled. I opened my mouth just as his tip brushed my lips, and he slowly pressed me down to the hilt. Big cock I didn’t want to date them. He was a handsome guy himself, light skinned Mexican, average build, obviously loved beer. I dropped to my knees, gravel biting through my uniform pants. I opened my mouth just as his tip brushed my lips, and he slowly pressed me down to the hilt. The warmth of his cock, the heaviness, the way he fit against my tongue—it overwhelmed me in the best way. I had planned to meet him again. My body reacted instantly, my own cock straining in my pants as I drowned myself in the moment. Addicted. Drinking. That familiar itch. Craigslist back then was a goldmine.
