Legrand’s boy Alex was coming for a visit on Spring Break. Legrand was going to be busy, and he asked me to show Alex around. There was a picture of one of our Tops on the wall, with eight thick inches standing tall. Alex was looking at it with his mouth open. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You ever taken one that big?” while I grabbed his ass through his pants. The almost whispered, quavering “No,” that came from his mouth was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Working here at Carnal House, I have my choice of twink models, and not many turn down a ride on my dick. Thing is, I never meet any real boys. I mean, ones not in the business. Boys like Alex that are still innocent. He’s not a virgin. I guess some twink at boarding school got that privilege. He hasn’t ever been fucked by a real man, with a real dick, though. I almost couldn’t breathe, but I whispered back, “Mine might actually be bigger. You wanna try it?” He turned around and reached for my cock. I was already hard and ready. He gasped when he felt it, stretched out along my hip. I smiled, looking down at him, knowing one way or another, I had to have that cute denim clad butt. He looked up at me with his eyes wide, “Will it fit?” I told him that, when you have a dick like mine, you have to learn how to make it fit and “There’s only one way to find out.”