He showed them to me one night as we fucked, asking me which one I liked the best. I looked at their black cocks and picked three who had nice sized c...cks. I also masturbated that night after he went to sleep thinking about one of those huge cocks pounding me.It was several days later that he went out to find me that black cock I had been craving. He had called me and told me that he was going to meet a guy I had picked out. He was going to find that special dick for me, saying he had made. It was devastating.We fell into bed with Elen pulling my slacks and briefs down. She was still dressed and I still had all my clothes on, just not pulled up. Elen was not a virgin. Of that, I was sure. No, no virgin gives head that good. One hand stroked me. Her mouth carefully worked me, applying a suction that was felt from the very beginning. Her tongue was doing magic tricks and simply drove me crazy. Her other hand had my balls in a soft, tight grip while one of her fingers applied. ’ A slight breeze stirred the branches, waving at them in greeting. ‘It’s strong wood, will be a glorious sight in a year or two when it’s fully budded out, its flowers smelling sweetly andthe ripe fruit hanging down. It has a rare grace even now, a delightful contour, a subtle lithe quality, like a young dancer at rest. I could build a treehouse in its branches now, but it would tax the young tree too much, and it would droop and warp under the premature weight. I could cut it down now, build. Following its own orders, the factotum climbed the smooth incline of the nearest ramp, bringing itself to a stop in front of a portal and lowering itself to its haunches.Sliding from the back of the facto, the soles of my feet soaked the heat of the lightline-baked stone as I stretched. A soft breeze swirled through the open archway, carrying the scent of ripening fruit, wheat, and pollen from the summerland plains.“Son.”Mother’s voice was almost lost in the vast open gallery. Half-hidden.