Monty.

I was just out of high school when I met him. He had this broken nose look, which is such a fucking turn on to me, dark brown brooding eyes. He was older, tough, poetic, Bukowski-esqe, had bar tabs all over town. Talked about art, music, he was a literary slut (so damn hot). He was the third man I had sex with, but he was the first that I had real, what was that?, pussy plumping, cum dripping, orgasm spasm, sex with. He taught me many things.

The first time I saw his body, my heart sank, he was not overly fit, but his trunk was solid, his chest had little hair, leading down to his stomach, to his treasure trail, all of which lead to my first real dick. When I saw his cock, I was dazed, it was sleek, dark, curved on the down, and always stayed unyieldingly concrete, no matter how much we drank. I think this cock is solely responsible for my deep love, devotion and worship to all the magnificent beams of steel that have come my way. Staring at his dick made me high. Tasting it made me drunk. I swallowed him like I had been sucking cock for a living, but he was only the fourth man I had ever had in my mouth, but the way I performed was pure devotional piety to his flesh tower. I loved that cock. I loved that romantic fucked up-ness we had. It was a seedy, dirty noir love, fuck story.

He was the first to make me wet, to make me cum, to really fuck me with his fingers, and the first to spread my lips apart with his wet eager tongue. We would spend afternoons fucking all over my parent’s house. He liked to listen to classical music while he had me spread and splayed. We always fucked and sucked in time to the music. While my head bobbed around that tip, as I tried my best to take him all in, often choking, but never giving up. It tasted too good. He was the first man to cum on my face. It was so strange and hot. When he came, he then rubbed it in with the tip of that beautiful shrinking dick, as he held the back of my head into his body, the cum like glue fastening us together, strings and strands of gooey fluid attaching him to me, as I remained gripped.