When I would want to get him off (out of interest and curiosity) I had to jerk him with dirty socks or jocks to make him cum. He wouldn't let me even try to suck him -- having me in the subordinate position to him was a turnoff and he said he didn't like getting sucked off.
My mouth would barely have contained his cock anyway.
My parents never even realized that it was missing. And I guess I'm just not cool enough to casually refer to it as "G".
The worst thing was that he'd been fucking me all summer, bareback. I love how the druggies think we're retarded for not knowing their lingo, especially about some drug that peaked in popularity about 2 decades ago.
He loved servicing my feet and socks and would gag himself with dirty socks from the hamper.
But his favorite thing was to get plowed without lube.
The more something hurt the better he liked it and the more he desired me.
We met about four times for domestic discipline and humiliation (always his) until we both lost interest.
So I never got to sample that huge beer can cock in the 'usual' way.