Chapter Four
He found a side street, next to a little park in God-knows-where across the Brooklyn-Queens bridge. He parked the cab. There was no one around and the neighborhood was just poor enough that no cop was going to stick his neck in to bother us. Then Boris got in the back with me—I watched him get out; he was about ten pounds overweight, too much Russian cooking, I guess—and I unzipped his dark polyester pants and sucked him off completely. Getting all of him right into my mouth. He tasted great. Gushes, just reams of jism right there. Hot, wild. The whole thing took about seven minutes. He had a great wonderful thick d**k with a foreskin like an inner tube. Big, hairy balls. The foreskin drew up. The head was beautiful, clean, and a deep, slightly dark, pink underneath.
He was
