I had been picking up hustlers along the Danube in Budapest for some time. These guys were all pretty much the same -- straight, around 18-23 years old, nice bodies, pretty cute in an average kind of way, masculine, and interested in making some money. They were all from across the border, and a few of them told me they would never dream of prostitution in their own country of Romania, but they were happy to make some bucks in Hungary. One night, I was out strolling along the river. A guy walked up smiling. He was on the short side, not particularly handsome, but very friendly. He asked me using the broken English-German-Hungarian mish-mash that we used to make deals if I was interested in sex. I said yes. He didn't mention a price, but instead just started walking with me. We caught a taxi to my apartment. When we got there, I made him some dinner, because he was hungry. We looked at a map of Romania I had in an atlas, and he showed me where he was from -- Iasi, in Romanian Moldavia. He didn't drink alcohol, but he did smoke. I showed him a few porn magazines I had. He leafed through the pages. I always kept plenty of straight porn around so these guys would enjoy themselves while I sucked them. I asked him if he wanted to watch a porn movie. He said yes, but he needed to take a shower. Most of these guys spent a lot of time on the street, so they often wanted a shower before sex. I gave him a clean towel and he headed to the bathroom. When he came out he had the towel wrapped around his waist. He picked a straight porn movie to watch (I had gay ones too, but the guys were not the least bit interested in them. That always turned me on. Don't know why straight men turn me on so much, but they sure do!) and I popped it in the VCR. We watched for a while, he with his towel stilled wrapped around him waist on the sofa, and I sitting on the floor next to his feet. As the movie went on, I figured he was probably getting horny, so I asked him if he was ready. He didn't look at me, in fact he barely acknowledged the question, but just nodded or grunted slightly. I slowly started to open the towel. I loved this part a lot -- not knowing what I'd find under the towel. When the towel finally was open I saw the biggest dick I had ever seen or have seen since. I'm terrible with measurements, and I don't want to give you some B.S. and say it was 12 inches or something. I really don't know how long or thick it was, but I have seen LOTS of dicks, and this was by far the biggest, thickest hunk of meat I've ever seen in person. I remember saying, "Wow!" and he just ignored me. I think he was a bit embarrassed by the whole situation. I said, "That is very big!" and he just slightly nodded or grunted (it's been a while so I don't remember exactly.) Anyway, he also had nice big balls too, which were nice and droopy. I went to town sucking, licking and slapping my face with that huge schlong. I asked him to stand up because I wanted to see his ass and stuff, but he really wasn't that sexy anywhere except in the dick. He stayed standing and jerked himself for awhile, all the time watching the movie. Finally, he made it clear through one language or another that he wanted to know where he should cum when he was ready. I motioned to my chest. He jacked and jacked some more, and finally, with me on my knees in front of him, he bent him legs a little and, standing, roughly jacked his huge dick against my chest, poking it over and over with his massive dickhead. He shot his cum on my chest like a porn star, aiming it expertly and spraying it as widely as possible. It was great! I paid him twice what the usual rate was, which I think was only 30 dollars, so he must have gotten around 60 dollars -- I can never remember these things, but paying him was part of the big turn on for me, and I often paid these guys a lot more than the usual price, and I gave them even extra on top of that in US dollars or packages of cigarettes if I had them around. He and I got together many times after that, he bought me a Romanian dictionary, and became good friends (probably because I always took care of his money needs!), and even after he had gone back to Romania I received a Christmas card from him. I'll never forget him and his big club of a dick or his big sagging balls.
