“You like my big dick?” Mitch asked. John had stroked, rubbed, and caressed the thing all during his stretching.
“It’s magnificent, just like its owner,” John said, opening the condom box. “Hope these fit. They’re the biggest they had.”
Mitch hoped so, too. He wasn’t sure Teddy would ever forgive him if they had to call the whole thing off due to a lack of suitable protection.
But he needn’t have worried. John’s expert fingers rolled the thing into place. It felt tight and strange, but not unpleasant. It felt even nicer when John added more lube and gave him a bit of a hand job.
“Wanna sit on me at first?” Mitch asked, thinking it might be easier for John to control the entry.
John nodded, so Mitch withdrew his fingers and lifted the man until he was centred over Mitch’s straining rubber-coated dick.
Eyes half closed with lust and voice gravely, John said, “Got this huge itch that only your huge cock can scratch.”