I still couldn’t get used to how big he was.

Daniel was forty-one, twelve years older than me, and the first time I saw his cock I actually laughed out of pure shock. Thick, heavy, veined, the kind of dick that looked like it belonged in porn instead of real life. Even soft it hung impressively. Hard, it was borderline ridiculous—long enough that I could wrap both hands around it and still have plenty left, and so thick my fingers didn’t fully meet.