10: Pictures Of Me

I gasped and asked him if he had a camera. Digital or Polaroid.

"Why?'

"Because I need a photograph. No one will believe me."

There's nothing quite like the anticipation. It's the promise of the bulge. I am nestled politely between his legs and have unzipped his pants and pulled free his underwear. It is then I gasped. His cock lolled in front me. The largest specimen of manhood I have ever seen in my life. He was well into double figures in inches and the girth made it look as though I'd struggle to place it in my mouth. I wasn't even thinking of my little ass at this point. My two hands could fit easily on the shaft. There was probably room for a third. Josie was not going to believe me. Thankfully, he had a Polaroid. I felt like a big game hunter, photographed with its catch. I showed Josie. She liked it so much she carried it around in her handbag. Unfortunately she left it on the counter of a bar, whereabouts forgotten. Oh well.

After I pocketed the memento I began to get down to work. Lockjaw is always an occupational hazard. It was inevitable in this case. So, I concentrated on the head, his luscious low-hanging balls and tickling his ass with my tongue. It seemed to work. Then he motioned me onto all fours, with my ass sticking in the air. He spread my cheeks and darted his tongue around my hole. Praise the Lord. Hew worked two, three fingers in there. I relaxed. Now was the moment of truth. I feared I was to be split in half. But it wasn't a bad way to go. I placed my hands on the cheeks and spread my ass as far as possible. I could feel the tip of his head knocking at the door. Come on in, I said. He did. I shrieked and then disappeared. The eyes rolled in my head and I felt giddy. There are no manuals to explain this. I felt his frustration at not being able to fully enter me. I wanted it too. I wanted to feel his balls slap against my ass.

"Oh fuck me,"I groaned and he eased himself deeper. I was close to passing out when he withdrew. He quickly turned me to face him, removed the condom and thrust my mouth onto to his cock. Ah, my favorite moment. I massaged his balls and opened wide. I swallowed greedily and was drunk on his cum. He called me his lil' cumdump. I appreciated the pet name. And now it's just a story to tell. There was the photograph, of course. But then there was Josie, the liqour, showing it to strangers and leaving it on the counter. I still love her, though.