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He unbuttoned his shirt, dropped it to the floor. With a wink, John waddled to the casing, his trousers and underwear at his ankles limiting the size of his steps. He made his way to the concrete ledge, stepped up one foot at a time and turned around. With elbows bent, John put his hands atop the casing and lifted himself to sit, legs dangling on either side of its corner. With another wink to motivate me, he laid back, locked his hands behind his head to use for a pillow, and waited.
Do you not think that John erased my fears? And why would he bother? Hell, he’d been sucked off countless times by world-class professionals. Why would he make himself my training ground? And in a situation that could be dangerous for both of us if caught?
I couldn’t tell, but I do know that for better or worse I was going to give this man my best effort. The key word here is man. Never before had I analyzed the difference, but my fantasies always involved a man – not a young man as I was on that day, but a fully-grown, fully-developed, virile, swaggering, strong man. John was all that and more. |
