When we communicated, I felt at times how they are the calm and I am the storm. They broke at least some of the stereotype of South-European men, relu...ctant to disturb the modest social fabric of the town. I'm a bit of a slut I suppose. No shame in it really. I love picking up guys, and the occasional girl. But it was a conservative crowd in a really old fashioned town, where I knew people, so I restrained myself. I usually did that at the other bar. Far enough from where I lived. It's so hard. At last in my mouth, this beautiful penis bucks and rises to my caresses and I marvel at its rigidity and rampancy until the moment of ejaculation when everything dissolves into a climax of heat, texture and musk, the smell of the semen in my nostrils, the feel of it against my teeth, the heat of it on my tongue....I am literally flying though the air in my mind, on a magic carpet of sexual elation. I am everywhere and nowhere. The room melts away.My world collapses and expands into her flesh,. Not knowing what it was at first I quickly learned. He commanded me to sit on the ground and I did so. He had branded me, and from that moment on I was unable to disobey anything he said. The man looked me over again, this time actually admiring my figure. His eyes darted across my perfect face and down to rest on my breast. He took a moment to take in their fullness and then ordered me onto my feet. I stood without a second thought. He approached me and ran a finger across the side of my face. Dave stood about 5'8, round chubby shaved head, thin black moustache, thick neck, bulky shoulders and arms, large chest, his blue corporate issue t-shirt hugged his torso that emphasised his chest and nipples, his shorts were the same corporate blue as his t-shirt, his bulge was quiet prominent and left little to the imagination, his shorts where knee length, his tattoos on his legs where discoloured from age, his lower legs had a thick coating in black hair, he wore black boots, about size 10.