Evan stood just a few away from me and took his clothes off as ordered.

Naked, in the late afternoon light he looked like any one of a certain type of twenty-something men I’ve been with; solidly built, hairy, muscly with ink on his arms, a beard and thick legs.

His chest bore the scars of his surgery but they were barely visible under the folds of his worked out pecs.

The only thing different was that he had something ‘new’ for me to explore between his legs.

He stood there with his hands at his sides, with a look in his eyes that said ‘go ahead-it’s ok to look…I know you want to” and I did.

Just below the mound of trimmed pubes was the biggest clitoris I‘d ever seen surrounded by swollen labia, it could almost pass for a small penis with pre-descended balls.

His seeming confidence in who he was and what he had to offer was a turn-on to me.

He lowered himself down onto his hands and knees and crawled the short distance to where I sat playing with my dik, slowing coming to life the closer he got.

He stopped right inside my legs, pushed my open pants aside, buried his face in my crotch and filled his nostrils with the smell of my groin. Then he greedily took my dick in his mouth, taking me almost down to the base then pulled back to look up at me.

I grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head back down, at the same time lifting my hips off the seat and thrusting my hips up so that I could get more of my dik down his throat.

He bucked and tried to pull away but the warmth and wetness of his mouth felt too good to be worried about his comfort (or his breathing).

I fucked his face and ignored his muffled sounds of protest.

I shoved my dik in and out of him mouth, looked down at him and said, “ suck that dick boy”.

“That’s what you want right?” I said, throwing my head back as I closed my eyes, enjoying every minute of my oral attack.