The night was alive with the smell of cologne and gin, an intoxicating scent of sailors and rakes, queer and debonair alike. It was a dark and sinful night, small droplets of rain gently hugging the asphalt as the light of a full moon illuminated the door of my seeking mind. Inside me, a storm raged, a desire so powerful it ached, a need to taste the bitterness of Roman’s forbidden fruit.
I found him in a seedy corner of the city, a rugged and muscled Adonis that smoldered with intensity. His biceps bulged, his skin glistened with sweat, an enticing perfume that made me salivate.
With nerves trembling and heart thumping, I met his stare, defiant and unflinching, and knew that tonight, I was about to explore the depths of the most imposing big cock I’d ever seen.
Table of Contents
- 1.) The Sweet Taste of Big Cock: An Exploration of Roman’s Sexuality
- 2.) “That’s Big”: First Impressions of Roman’s Penis
- 3.) Exploring the Depths of Roman’s Big Cock
- 4.) Tasting Roman’s Bitterness: A Tale of Submission to the Big Cock
- The Way Forward
1.) The Sweet Taste of Big Cock: An Exploration of Roman’s Sexuality
First Stop: Roman’s Bedroom
Roman had just turned eighteen and his body had begun to declare its newfound maturity—his skin was rippling with manly definition, and his cock had gained impressive girth overnight. I could hardly believe it when I saw Roman’s bedroom. He had invited me in and the sight was overwhelming. Everywhere I looked, there were posters of muscular men sporting huge cocks and reclining in provocative positions. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Having attempted to settle in, Roman immediately began to kiss me deeply, pressing his body against mine, so I could feel his stiffness. His hands roamed my body, down to my cock, and he tasted my full lips hungrily, sending shivers throughout my body. I was filled with desire and I knew I wanted to taste his sweetness too.
Puttin’ it to Roman
I greedily explored his length, swimming in the sensation of each stroke, hypnotised by his natural musky flavour, while Roman seemed to become more and more aroused with every lick and suck. His hands found their way to the back of my head and he pushed himself deeper in my mouth, and I just kept on moaning as his big cock filled my entire mouth. He began to thrust in and out more, and I knew I had unlocked something inside of him.
Roman soon exploded all over my lips and chin. It was intense. He pulled me up and kissed me again, now Devon for every one of them. He was blooming with life and it radiated from his being like a beacon.
Finally, Devon called me aside and thoughtfully studied me for what seemed like forever. He sensed something was amiss and in that moment, it was as though he had seen into my soul. Taking out a ring and a small parchment roll, he placed them both on my palm and said with a smile, “These are my last gifts for you, my son. May they guide you through your journey.” I bowed in reverence as I accepted the gifts, my heart overflowing with love, and Devon smiled back with understanding as he silently waved goodbye.
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2.) “That’s Big”: First Impressions of Roman’s Penis
- The Sight: I could feel myself growing more aroused the closer I got to Roman’s. Everyone knew him, not by name, but as the guy with the big dick. What he had was huge and heavily veined. It was fleshy and as I got closer I could count the drops of moisture glistening across it. It was like a great ancient secret just waiting to be revealed. I wanted to touch it, taste it and feel the purity of its power.
- The Taste: My mouth had never felt fuller. As Roman and I finally made contact, I could sense the electricity of the moment. His penis was thick and long, filling my throat quickly and deeply. I licked and sucked, feeling each detail and I could not miss the bitterness of his urethral gland. It was a pleasure of taste I would never forget, adding a new level of pleasure and sensation to our dynamic. I went deeper and felt his endorphins build, and as I swallowed the powerful stream of his oral offering I could taste the sweetness and bitterness of his semen.
3.) Exploring the Depths of Roman’s Big Cock
My tongue dragged itself down the bridge of his engorged length, careful not to miss a single thin ridge or bowed vein. His sharp and pungent smell rushed into my senses, my taste buds responding by overwhelmed, as the salty bitterness of his sweat marked my tongue. His heat pulsed against my lips as I explored the structure of his cock, marveling at just how deep my mouth could go.
Tasting his flawed perfection, I felt my head swirl as I granted Roman the opportunity to touch my soul. His groans echoed throughout my veins, their vibrations traveling anywhere from my brain to my toes. Frustration meshed with pleasure as I greedily tried to consume every second of this moment. Moaning in appreciation, I savored the all-encompassing sensation of his size and power. His sheer force overruling all my senses as I valiantly tried to withstand his intensity.
4.) Tasting Roman’s Bitterness: A Tale of Submission to the Big Cock
Roman stood over me, a living mountain of muscle, his cock hard and hungry. His eyes glittered like polished onyx as he pressed me down to the bed, and as I lay beneath him, I could feel his breath hot on my skin. His hands moved across my body, the weight of his palms pushing me deeper into the mattress. His fingers laced through my hair and tugged, pulling my neck back as his lips found my throat, licking from my neck, down my chest.
I was trembling, my skin almost painfully alive beneath his touch. His tongue trailed along my neck until it reached my nipples, and as I cried out he rose up, hovering above me. He pushed my legs open and I felt the swell of his cock against me. His thrusts were slow and deep at first, as he savored every inch of my body, then he increased the intensity. His thrusts became faster and more frenzied, and as I cried out in pleasure, I felt his arms wrap around me, holding me tight against his body as he reached his climax.
Afterwards, I lay in his arms, exhausted from the intensity of our lovemaking. Roman kissed me, licking my sweat-slick skin as his hands moved in languorous caresses. I felt deeply contented by our union, a feeling that intensified when, as we lay in silent repose, Roman gently rolled his hips against mine. That motion made my own body twitch in anticipation, and I couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities that lay ahead.
The Way Forward
He thought he had experienced all that life had to offer when it came to exploring sex, but Roman’s bitter flavor created a unique experience. Although it was intense and could have been uncomfortable, the pleasure was worth it. His appetite for carnal knowledge had been satisfactorily sated, and Roman’s bitterness was etched in his mind for eternity.
As Roman had said before they began, “It may be bitter, but it’s worth the taste.” He’d been right.