and incredibly chiseled torso. Soon I was on my knees, kissing and suckling about in the little patch of thin, dark hairs that lined his lower navel. My hand still massaging his cannon of a cock, my teeth sunk into the textured fabric of the top of his pants and with a fierce jerking of my head I unsnapped the clasp that was securing the waistband of his jeans. For the first time since our little tryst began, I let go of his throbbing member and shimmied his pants down. As the waistband of his boxer briefs descended, his enormous cock unfurled itself like a signpost in a shooting gallery.

I took a moment to admire the device engineered between this man’s legs – a honey-colored crocodile of an uncut cock with a slight upward curve and a thick rose-blossom tip. My mouth engulfed him. I wanted desperately to take him all the way in, working my nose down to his pubes. But given his extreme girth and length, that just wasn’t a possibility.

“Oh my God. I think maybe you’ve done this before,” he muttered as I worked methodically up and down his gigantic shaft. Ken couldn’t have had any idea how many cocks I actually had sucked in my time, but his reaction to my efforts led me to believe he knew I was the more experienced of the two of us.

Determined to give my best effort, I just went to town on his cock. Alternating between pumping his thick dick with my lips and tugging and massaging his balls with my fingers - to stroking his long, round pole with my hands and tonguing his cleanly shaved balls. As my mouth and hands continued to nurture and pleasure the whole of his parts, he started running his hands through my moppish, brown hair, squeezing and massaging my scalp as I continued to satisfy my oral fixation.

I continued to jack him while slowly and purposefully suckling every inch of his scrotum. I then released his cock and began working my hand up his thigh, forcing my fingers between his cheeks and working my index finger gingerly into his asshole. At first I just carefully entered him to one knuckle, until I felt he muscles of his rectum relax, then I buried my finger inside of him.

As I began pumping my finger in and out of his ass, my tongue slowly traced the underside of his cock from the base where it met with his sack onward up to his thick, rose-petal tip. I then took the whole of his cock into my mouth once more, trying again, futily, to deepthroat him.

Satisfied with my effort, Ken pulled me off his cock and lifted me up. Our eyes met for a brief second and I almost wanted to laugh at the huge, boyish grin stretched across his face. He backed me up toward the folding table in the center of the room. I was still fully dressed so I took it upon myself to remove my black polo while Ken unfastened my belt and pulled off my khakis.

I sat up on the folding table and leaned back, sliding my ass just off the edge. Ken stood between my legs with each of his hands curled under the backs of my knees, holding my legs up. He had to widen his stance to lower himself enough to align his cock with my asshole.

I spit on a hand and used