David’s Goliath…. © Alex Carr 2008

It had been one of those moronic days and the only thing that kept me going was the thought that I’d be seeing David that evening. It was all very exiting and thrilling really because it was still a new relationship. I wasn’t sure how things would be after our first date - we met on the internet and invariably it is one date, if you’re e lucky - a quick mutual wank or something like that - and that’s it. You are thinking well what was all that about, and did you really enjoy it, was it really worth the effort?

But with David still interested, and wanted tom meet me from work, it all seemed kinda better, although little did I know what I was in for at the time.

Although when David invited me to his pad after a drink on our first meeting it was plush, his manner was absolutely charming and cultured and I must say I felt a little out of place. He soon made me comfortable though, poured me a drink and we chilled chatting on the sofa.

When he asked if I would like to join him in the shower room it seemed to come as the most natural thing in the world and soon we were rupturing and getting to know each other in the most intimate way.

He had an adorable stance and a beautiful body, handsome too and I felt very lucky to have met this guy.

The way he bent and removed white boxer shorts was a real turn on, and seeing him for the first time there, so wonderfully proportioned. He sort of stood there as if posing for me as I took it all in, pure unadulterated cock like I’d never encountered before.

“What you think, Pete?” he asked - me in a sort of trance just enjoying the scenery, those gorgeous thighs, wonderful firm hanging balls and a bum to die for. “I call him Goliath” he chuckled. I could see why…

“Wonderful!” I responded hoping he would find me equally attractive - but what he said next was reassuring: “ As soon as we met, Pete I knew you were for me, that tight ass of yours just crying out for it is a real tonic to the soul, you are so good for me, Pete. Come here, closer, baby, let me remove them for you.” He was referring to my boxers and feeling his fingers stretch the elastic of the waistband and gradually pulling then downwards asking me to help with a wiggle was adorable, his ling slender fingers soon tantalising my cock, showing me just how much he was enjoying and equally I wanted to enjoy him. For a while we just stood there underneath the tepid spray of the shower simply feeling and touching each other everywhere. I guess by the end of the shower we were both ripe for fucking, so much so that we both just couldn’t wait and - after the shower having softened and relaxed our bodies I was easy for him, he wanted me to take him into my mouth first though, and with the feeling I was getting down under, my ass aching for him, it made for a simply wonderful slow suck as I took him in as deep as I could, he stroking my hair as I did do, moaning , his head stretched back as I squeezed and teased the base of his eight inch cock and his firm balls, just enough to make him ripe for me - for now I