As I remember, I walked up to Howard, rubbing my crotch. I reached for his generous, thick uncut cock and fell to my knees.I treated this corn-fed monster with enthusiasm and delicacy. Howard pulled the foreskin back so I had total access to the rim of the glans, around which I could swish my tongue and fill my mouth.At that moment, Howard’s dick became a consecrated icon of maleness. I relished the feelings that shot through my body. I was sucking a huge, thick ideal cock. I had to rearrange my dick to compensate for the hard-on poking uncomfortably against my underwear. Time seemed to stop or, more realistically, became dream-like. I was sucking a dick whose girth and fullness epitomized the pleasure one could derive from sex. This moment was the moment of eternal sex. I was lost in the extreme act, the total submission to a grand cock, lapping up each lick of the head and then engulfing the shaft that split the back of my throat, jabbing me and blocking my breath. Holding Howard’s dick as deep as I could take it and as long as I could take it drove me into a state of ecstasy. Time and time again, I would absorb as much of this man-sized
