I’m dating an A lister. I mean, John is perfect. 32 yo, 6’2” 190#, brown hair, green eyes. Perfect body, model face, big dick. Not to sell myself short, but I’m definitely not in his league. What he sees in me I’m not 100% sure, but I go with the flow and enjoy every moment.
I will say, the guy’s a selfish prick when it comes to sex. I can’t blame him. Maybe I enable it. But ever since I first went down on him, that’s all he wants. A blow job. Whenever he gets horny, he’ll strip off his pants and wave his big, thick erection my way. “C’mon, Matt,” he’ll plead. He doesn’t have to spell it out for me. We both know what he’s asking for.
I may ask why we don’t ever do anything else. But inevitably, I get between his legs and take his succulent prick in my mouth and go to work. It’s a reward to feel his fingers run through my hair or his grip on my shoulders as I fellate the big guy.
"That’s it, buddy. You’re awesome," he’ll say.