To touch another man’s p***s…
For as long I could remember, I had fantasized about this very moment—with no small amount of guilt that kept me up at night, especially during my teenage years. And now, here I lay on the plush carpet in this sun-swept studio, surrounded by drawings and paintings of naked men, and living out the fantasy with another man’s actual erection beneath my fingertips.
The reality of it all seemed so overwhelming. I thought I might actually swoon while my senses sought to interpret the tactile pleasure I experienced by coming into contact with another man’s genitals. In many ways Novak’s solid, throbbing flesh felt like my own, yet in other ways, much different. I couldn’t quite decipher the reasons why; I just knew that I loved feeling the taut, velvety soft skin o
