The Brasiere: The Italian Job pt.2

I would say that his manhood was about 8 1/2 inches in length and about 5 inches in girth with a fat head. He was uncut and used his foreskin to jerk off with, guiding it back and forth over his massive crown.

I usually try not to stare until I get a sense that the guy's actually giving me a show and not just in his own world. No one likes an unwelcomed watcher. However, the way his head glistened in the glow of the 60" Plasma television screen made it hard not to notice.

He would stroke it and shake a little after his fist reached the base of his cock...a sign of "hey, come suck this." I let him do it a couple of times before I knew that he was cueing me in.

I switched chairs to the seat that was next to him and started helping him stroke his cock. His moans started lightly, but progressed louder. As I stroked, his cock spit globs of precum out. I though he was cumming the way he'd grunt and shake with each spurt, but it was just the precursor to what would be a huge load. As I continued to gyrate my hand up and down his foreign fuckstick, he casually placed his hand behind my head. He stroked my neck at first, as if to complement me on my handjob, but soon his action became rough and he pushed my head towards his crotch. "Suuucka meee" he moaned softly in what I believed to be an Italian accent as he led my face to the tip of his cock. I opened wide to receive him and got a mouthful of sweet sausage.

Because his cock was straight, no curves at all, it was a little difficult getting the perfect angle right, but once I did I was swallowing him down almost to the base. I totally get off on force and domination, so the way he was grabbing my neck and pushing my head down onto his dick was going to make me cum and I hadn't even gotten my pants all the way down. He was whispering dirty things to me in a language I couldn't really understand, but it sounded so sexy it only feuled my fire.

Since there's no clock in the theater I couldn't really tell how long we'd been going at it, but I was starting to get tired and tense. Sensing this, my Italian otter daddy sped up the pace and face fucked me hard for about two minutes straight. I couldn't hold on much longer the way he was choking me and fucking my face. It was simply too hot. Before I knew it he was gripping my ears and shooting a wad of manjuice right between my lips. I simultaneously shot my load off in between his legs, almost getting his jeans a couple of times.

It was probably one of the hottest experiences I've had to date and whenever I need some help getting the big O I just think about that guy giving me his Italian cock.
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nice tale...you're a good writer...you kept me hard reading both parts and I'm dripping right now waiting to read some more of your cock sucking life...
 

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