“Eli” has a big dick. A mean a fat, uncut python that swings between his slender legs like a pendulum of flesh.
For weeks he hit me up. But I wasn’t feeling it. First of all he is 25 years old. I have kids a little younger than he. And then there is that other little thing — his profile says he is a top.
But he was insistent. So insistent that he showed up one Saturday evening while my partner “Van” and I were about to watch Inyanla: Fix My Life on OWN. You know, that episode about that trifling dude with 34 kids by 17 women.
“Hey Eli, why did you show up,” I asked. “I gave you the address but I didn’t expect you to just come over.”
“I was in the area and was just dropping by.”
So we talked to him awhile. He is in college and aspiring to be a lawyer, but working retail at the mall to make ends meet. Still at home with his family in Ellicott City, a sleepy suburban hamlet to the west of Baltimore.
I thought he wanted to tag team Van with me but surprise, surprise. Van and I ended up fucking him for almost two hours in every position you could name. Doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, spooning. It was like he couldn’t get enough of our dicks.
“Oooh, y’all are going to really get me liking dick,” he moaned.
Van is versatile and prefers fucking guys smaller and younger than he is. So I knew Eli, who is slender and has pecan brown skin and eyelashes so long they curl, was his type.
After everyone blew that nutt we sat around relaxing. I think we even fed him. And Eli explained why he was so dick hungry.
“I have a big dick so when I have sex with guys they automatically want to get fucked,” he said. “But sometimes I want to get done. So that’s why I let you fuck me like that.”
I could sympathize. When you swing a big dick everybody just wants to ride it. Heck, sometimes tops want to do something different, too.