The dick of Jeff

I woke up with a hard-on stiffer than the electric pole in front of my house, with thousands of cables providing light and phone service to all my neighbors. I touched myself, happy to feel such a morning erection. I always thank whoever created man that we wake up with such a wonderful emotion.

I got up and made myself a coffee with my member looking gratefully at me on the new day. I drank it and it was still the same. What a wonder, I thought. This needs to be celebrated.

To do this, I logged into all the dating apps I have installed on my phone and computer, which are quite a few, and started chatting with some guys. I sent them a photo of my erect dick and they replied that they would like me to fuck their mouth and ass and any hole in their body I wanted. I have to say I have a good dick. When it's hard, it measures sixteen centimeters in length, from the tip to the base of the balls. Not everyone is able to take such a big dick without asking me to go slow when inserting it, and even some beg me not to put it all in at once, at least at the beginning. Then, once they have adapted to it, they don't care if the thrusts are fast or very fast, the point is to have it all inside for as long as possible.

But I also have to say that I don't feel absolutely anything when I fuck someone, if I do it is to give pleasure to the other person and because you should never say no to a versatile who expects you to fuck him but who will eventually also fuck you. The truth is, I am one hundred percent passive, so what interests me are dicks like mine or bigger ones (although a smaller one also doesn't bother me, the point is to be fucked always and at all hours) to stick them in my ass and mouth, no matter the order, alternating has always worked very well for me.

I have to admit that with the years I've been fucking, and with the number of dicks I've taken in my ass, some of them I hardly notice at all anymore. I am so extremely passive and horny that there was a time when I needed to be fucked daily, and of course, that was a problem. I didn't always find men willing to do it (mainly because, yes, I like dicks, but if they are not accompanied by a body that attracts me and a brain that knows how to use it, I prefer not to do anything) So yes, I am very selective. Mature men, with brains and kinky. And that's not always easy to find.

That's why I started buying dildos to use daily, and little by little I bought some more to vary sizes and sensations. There came a point that I had such a collection that not even the sex shop in El Raval (well, in fact I still have it, except for some small ones that I no longer use and have given to friends, I still keep all the others) I'm not lying if I tell you that I have spent more money on sex toys than on hairdressing, massages or personal care.

Well, that day, while I was chatting and taking photos of my dick to see if some supposed matur...