" His cock started to harden into its silly little erect state, standing straight out from his body in a ludicrous stubby rod."It feels good, bitch," ...ames said. "It makes me feel like a fucking man. They can't handle how good it feels when I fuck them. Look at that pathetic little boy-dick. You're so jealous of my big cock, and it's making you hard. I've never seen such an obvious bitch in my life. I bet you'd suck my cock if I let you."Doug's brain told him not to offer to suck this strange. .., special relationship with it. The conversations that flew were the usual: boasting about "nailing" girls, and have all sorts of wild and deranged experiences that were most likely false but let the small ego-ed guys feel like the kings for 15 minutes.I tried to be small and get out of there as quickly as possible but while I was soaping up and guy two years older than me in EVERY physical aspect let his soap slip onto the floor, I bent down to pick it up and when I lifted my head I had HIS. A month after I left, we went back. After the second night reunited, I finally found the courage to kiss her cheek. Oh? Is that all I get? she asked, clearly disappointed. Her hands on her hips, the moonlight casting shadows on her face, adding to the comical dramatic stance. I, shaking, leaned in, my lips meeting hers, my first kiss. Nothing felt as great. Her lips, soft, sweet, my hand slowly tracing her cheek. My heart raced, knowing there was never a moment I felt more. She gripped my hand,. It was all so stressful and she sighed with untypical frustration knowing that she wanted and deserved it all but was constrained by her inability to be in three places at the same time without some miracle of magical proportion.She decided to invite all three of her male admirers to her playroom because it would be an utter disaster to ignore two/thirds of them.Their names were Dick, Rod and Peter.She liked Dick the best but had to admit Rod made her loose and wet when he was fully in charge.