“Water?” He said in surprise, “Come on, live a little.” “Okay, give me a beer.” I responded. “That’s more like it,” he laughed. Nath...an was a few years older than me and just by looking at him, you wouldn’t think he was into men. He didn’t fit most of the stereotypes that you associate with that lifestyle. He just seemed like one of the guys to me when I first met him, but he made it very clear when he exclaimed his interest in me. His short black hair was spiked just like mine and his body was. You reach for my pants and undo them ,sliding them down with a hand on each hip, I sway and you hold me up with a shoulder as you lift each leg. I’m naked; my curvy overweight, scarred body is naked in front of a god. And he’s looking at it like he’s going to devour me.my skin flushes and you lead me over to a futon, covered in soft blankets and pillows. As I sit you catch my chin and turn my head up to watch, my eyes trapped in yours. You step back and drop your pants. I gasp...even though. I put a bit of hand sanitizer on his cock and worked it all around down to his pubic hair. That job completed I got back up on my seat and looked at a thoroughly drained man. He laughed and said “Man” and exhaled and inhaled hard a few times to get settled down. We continued to chat and he told me that he liked this situation and hoped we could link up. I gave him a card with my e-mails, home phone and cell phone and said “call when relief needed. Have mouth, will travel.” We continued to chat. I cried out softly as he finally closed his lips around my pierced nipple, his tongue flicking across the tip as his teeth teased me. I moaned and squirmed as he switched nipples, the little sensitive pink nipples were now standing to full attention as he worked them. He looked me in the eyes, he blue eyes locking with mine as he moved down, trailing my toned tattooed stomach with little bites and kisses. His tongue dipping into my pierced belly button making me jump then he continued down. He.