Intro from Rowan
You know those moments you can’t uncross once you step over them? This was mine. Forget apps, forget porn, forget any neat coming-out story. My first dick came courtesy of a cubicle number scrawled on a wall, the kind of filthy scribble that usually leads to a prank call or a bad joke. Only, I dialled it. And the man on the other end opened a door that split my life in two.
I wasn’t slick, I wasn’t skilled. I gagged, I drooled, I scraped teeth. But I learned. I learned that salt and sweat can feel like salvation, that heaven sometimes tastes bitter, and that once you kneel, you never quite stand the same again.
Love and heat,
Rowan
The first cock I ever took wasn’t some boy fumbling in the dark. It was a man, silver at the edges, gruff, patient, and hung with a cock that tasted like sin and heaven rolled into one. I was a lad, girls were my sport, but on that carpet with his shaft stretching my lips, I learned something bigger: I was starving for men too..
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