He was sitting next to me at the pool for three hours.  I could not take my eyes off him.  I followed him up to his room, and gently licked his shaft and sucked on the tip.  He then grabbed each side of my head and brutally skull fucked me.  His massive cock pounding against the back of my throat like it was trying to get out the other side. For two days he slid his thick cock in and out of my holes and dumped load after load of his sweet creamy jizz inside of me. 

Two weeks later I can still tell you what he tasted like, how he smelled, where every ridge and vein was on his ten inch cock.  I can tell you how his hairs felt against my face and what his cum tasted like.  But even though I stared at him for hours by the pool and let him use me like a whore for the whole weekend, I cannot tell you what his face looked like, what color his eyes were, if he was blond (although I assume he was since he had a thatch of blond pubes around the base of his meat).   I don’t remember his name or what he did for a living. I only remember his scent, cock and how hard he was able to thrust into me.