I glanced up. He was grinning as if he knew something I didn’t know. I watched his cock fill up inch by inch, getting less flabby and adding more backbone.

“You like that?”

“I’ve never seen one grow like that before.”

“Touch it. It won’t spit at you… at least not yet. If you had your pretty mouth wrapped around it it might.”

What would mother say? I didn’t care: I dropped the tape to the floor and began to feel him up. At first as I squeezed the tube it gave a little. But then as I stroked it his thing became longer, it was harder to squeeze. Finally, I had him all the way up.

“Go ahead, take a taste?”

Up to this moment, I’d thought of a guy’s thing as nasty. But this was so streamlined and glossy. I pulled forward on his thing and watched his balls move around, framed by his jock.

“Go ahead. Suck me.”

I don’t know what came over me. I just did it. I mean, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and began to lick on the bottom of it. I must have done something right, because Jim began to move his hips back and forth, forcing my tongue deep under the shaft. The hole in the middle poked under my nose. Then something thick and wet brushed my lips. Had he done it already?

Jim put his hands under his balls and began to play with them. I stopped licking, “I can do that.”

“Then do it, Fancy. Suck and play.”

So far I’d only been licking. But now I closed my mouth around his thing… cock and really went to work. The salty first taste was gone now. And more of that thick stuff leaked out of the opening. I couldn’t taste anything.

I pushed his thing as far back in my throat as I could. The glossy head rode along the roof of my mouth. I could feel a soft tube on the bottom. That must be where his stuff came up when he let go. I lapped along it and twisted my head from side to side to allow my tongue to feel the full oval shape.