I know he can’t see me, but he looks so yummy I could eat him, and he has no chocolate yet. I reach over and grab the small bowl of melted chocolate... “Okay baby, it’ll be slightly warm, just trust me.” “What’ll be warm, what are we doing?” “Just trust me.” He sighs, not in a bad way but in an ‘I can’t wait to find out way’. I know he knows it’ll be good because it involves sex. Biting my bottom lip I begin to pour it gently over his chest, the trickle down from the bowl hits him lightly. He. It was not a record making but still it was larger than the average, normal length but dangerously fat looking like an Italian Bologna or Salami with smooth bright red pouch of balls hanging below the cut cock length. Couple of months passed by and Brian announced his 19th birthday on a Friday, inviting Seth and Ishwar for a meal in a ritzy restaurant near the campus. As they sat there waiting for the meal, everybody drank a bit more than the capacity and all were tipsy as they returned back. Pre-cum glistened on its tip. I could smell it. Lifting my head, I stuck out my tongue, licked the droplets off. It tasted as good as it smelled, and I sighed. How could I have forgotten that I used to love this particular smell and taste? Or had I just buried the memory deep down with the unpleasant ones? He lowered himself more and I opened my mouth. His cock was big, but I closed my lips around it, held him for a moment like that.Slowly I explored it with my tongue, feeling its texture,. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. I started to focus in on their conversation. It occurred to me that they were discussing my body; my long legs and shoulder length hair. They were actually talking about what a pretty sissy I was. That made me feel really good. I got up and went to a nearby ice machine and refilled my glass and was walking back to where I'd been sitting, perhaps swishing a bit with my walk since I knew i was being admired. Before I sat back down they called down to.