Strawberry blond, built, with pierced tits and another piercing right behind his smooth, round balls, Pete Ross was a power bottom who took Brad Patton’s monster cock with a smile on his face.

I had the Pete Ross experience at a slutty nightclub event cum sex party (emphasis on the “cum”) promoted by Daniel Nardicio in his earlier, smuttier days. He always hired full-service go-go boys (once hiring a very skilled cocksucker to provide service behind a gloryhole wall. When he emerged he boasted that he had sucked 23 cocks). Most of the talent were tops—or at least presented themselves as such. Pete was a refreshing exception to that rule, and spent his time sucking cock.

I had that thrill and can say he is as talented in person as he is onscreen. But most of my time was spent fondling and fingering his beautiful shaved ass and stroking his pieced perineum. At one point he said, “I wish I had a condom, and I would let you fuck me.” To this day I don’t know why I didn’t walk across the room to the giant bowl of sex supplies and then pound that hot boycunt. I shot my load with a few fingers in his hole while he was slurping on my cock and another two or three.