I turned to look and my heart skipped a beat. There was Ethan, stark-naked, that giant sausage in his hand, and perfectly-toned body still dripping from his swim. Holy shit is he fucking gorgeous! Now, as he swaggered over to me, my heart raced.
I started to sit up, but, as he reached me, he pushed me back down. He straddled me and slapped his spear against my chest and face. As I stared into his beautiful blue eyes, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he fed me his cock. I could barely breathe but, wanting to please this man, the man that fucked my beloved wife earlier that same day, I sucked for all I was worth, never getting more than half of it in my mouth and down my throat.
After minutes or so, he pulled out that amazing man-meat and told me to get off the couch. He then sat back and told me to kneel in front of him and start sucking again. I did as I was told, stroking his serpent with one hand while my other rubbed his over-sized balls. He started pushing down on the back of my head and with great effort I got about inches of it down. About minutes later, I withdrew his cock and began licking his balls and asshole while jerking him with both hands.
While he seemed to be really enjoying my techniques, he sat up and told me to lean forward with my face in the back of the couch. Standing up, he went over to the cabinet beside us and took out a bottle of something.
“Luckily for you, I brought this in here yesterday. Believe me, you’re going to need it.”
My eyes glimpsed enough of the label to tell me that he was holding some type of sex lube, gay fuck. It occurred to me then that I was about to be fucked by that monster-sized appendage of his. My first reaction was fear. “I’ve never been fucked before,” I said weakly. That wasn’t entirely true, but, before it had only been one of Carrie’s slim vi ors. Hardly a comparison.
“Well then, you may want to grab a cushion so you can bite down on it,” he said mockingly.