At least he calls first. I knew he was drunk. He presents no pretext other than he wants to come over in the wee hours of the morning to fuck me. I hate myself for saying alright. I would hate myself more if I wasn’t having the rolling waves of orgasms I’m having now.
I thought when I opened the door I could keep my dignity by acting annoyed for a few seconds at least.
But I open the door there he is with that cock in hand with a massive hard on. He cries out as I open the door …
“Quick, before the sun rises I must hide this under that big black bush of yours or it will turn to dust .”
Yes I am Italian and these were pre landscaping days.