Chapter 2

Instantly, he leaned forward in the pitch dark and somehow found my mouth in one go. I was even impressed at the athleticism it took to straddle my chest and find the target that was my mouth so easily. He did it effortlessly like he’d done it a thousand times despite being a virgin.

Here I was with a dick in my mouth. I think if it had been a smelly, hairy dick on a big fat sloppy guy it would have been bad. As it was, I pictured Craig’s perfect studly body perched above me. I even pictured him doing the same to my attractive sister and the image of two of the ‘beautiful people’ doing this made this scene here in the tent seem hot too.

His dick was soft so it was small, tiny even. I tried to compare it to mine. I pictured how mine looked when it was small and compared that to how his felt. Mine is about three inches small. His felt to be maybe a little over an inch. I thought about those little cocktail wieners people serve at parties. It seemed to be that size. I wasn’t grossed out at all. In fact, I just knew that Craig would have a perfect cock and it would be attractive. How could a guy like him not have an attractive penis? It would be clean and pretty, yet rugged and strong. He had to be wrong. I was thinking that some guys were growers. No doubt his would grow to a normal six inches. Heck, even five was within the range of normal.

He practically begged, or was he demanding? Who could know the way his voice broke, “Casey, suck it hard, pump me up and make it two inches bigger like you said.”

He wasn’t asking me to give him a blowjob: that would be gay. He just needed pumping. Could it really work? The ads in the men’s magazines said it would. He deserved this. He deserved whatever I could give him. And it was all my fault anyway. And it wasn’t gay if it was just to help a guy out. Really, it was more like a medical procedure.

I sucked hard, like really hard, hard enough to suck all the blood into his shriveled organ. The thing was small and soft and it took awhile but eventually it grew. When he’d reached his full length it was harder than steel, certainly harder than mine ever got. It protruded into my mouth about halfway, touching the middle of my tongue. It was about as far in as you would expect if he’d jammed a finger in my mouth. But it was thicker than a finger. It was thicker than a thumb, but not by much.

I sucked hard trying to give him that extra inch. But he was thrashing all around in my mouth and I was thinking if he really did get two inches bigger he might hurt me. Secretly I didn’t want him to get any bigger. At that moment his cock seemed like a pretty perfect size to me as I was lying under his madly thrusting stabs. But I tried to suck him bigger anyway.

I didn’t think it was working. What WAS working was that my sucking and licking was driving Craig to ecstacy. I was glad we were thirty miles from anyone the way he groaned and vocalized. I liked giving such a great guy pleasure. In contrast, I’d never brought any woman such primal pleasure from sucking on her clit. And his cock really was much bigger than any clit I’d sucked. Huge in comparison. It throbbed too. Clits never throbbed. Usually I even had trouble finding them. But there was no denying where his pistoning cock was, and how much he was liking it.

Trapped underneath him I serviced his cock and it felt right that I should suck off Craig. Guys like him deserved blowjobs. To me it was the natural order of things. He was the alpha and I wanted to make him feel good. To give him everything I had. Then maybe he’d recognize me as number two, and I’d be better than all the other guys who didn’t get to suck his cock.

I brought my hands up to the back of his thighs and fucked my own mouth by pushing on him and setting a faster rhythm. I sucked hard, I licked wherever I could, and I surprised myself by moaning with my own lust filled pleasure.

In his excitement Craig bumped against my lips, crushing them against my teeth. With his hands on the ground above my head he was now doing effortless push-ups while shafting my lips with admiral skill. What a man!

When his balls hit my chin in the dark I tried to figure out what they looked like. Were they small too? I did feel some fuzz. It would be black like the hair on his head and perfectly manicured. I bet his cock would look proud sticking out from a trimmed black bush.

And his cum…I bet it would taste like melted cotton candy. Surely it would be a drink of nectar. It would fill my mouth to the brim then spill out from the corners. I couldn’t wait!

And I didn’t have to wait long. Arching his back in the dark he jammed at my mouth, then with a primordial roar he dumped his precious load.

As it turned out it wasn’t nectar. Instead it was salty-sweet – like salted caramel. Thick like warm caramel it spurted into me and as I’d hoped, there was plenty for him to share with me. I swished it around savoring every drop and pushing it into the recesses of my pussy-mouth then swallowing it down into the womb of my belly.

I know he liked it immensely and presumed his feelings upon climax would transfer to his feelings towards me in general. I wanted this exciting man to like me, craved it even.

Craig rolled off satisfied, huffing and panting next to me in the dark of the woods.

I let loose with a flood of exuberant prose, “That was incredible Craig! The sheer manliness of it… your expertise was, well I loved every second. It was so elemental and vital. And your cock, I couldn’t get enough. I love your cock Craig.”

By now his breathing was no longer ragged. He turned to me in the dark, “You really liked it? And…you liked my dick too?”

“I did! I did. I liked it a lot. Only, Craig – I didn’t get to cum. Can I suck on your fine dick again while I jerk off? It would turn me on so much. Pleeease, can I?” I realised I was begging, demeaning myself. Then I didn’t care. I begged some more.

He put his hand on my shoulder and nudged me, “Go ahead, buddy, you earned it.” To hear him say it affirmed me. I was his buddy.

I knelt between his legs and took his perfect dick into my lips again. I wanted him to like it but I wasn’t focused on bringing him off, just giving him good vibes by sucking and stroking his sexy dick devotedly.

My own cock felt electric as I mouthed his beautiful life giving organ. I only gave it a few sucks and only jerked mine a handful of times when with a wanton grunt I shot my load on his sleeping bag.

In the afterglow of my orgasm I still refused to let his dick out of my mouth. I collapsed on my side suckling it lovingly while my body calmed down.

Finally his cock fell out of my mouth. Craig stroked my hair in the dark, “So? Was it big enough?”

I couldn’t believe he was asking, “It was perfect. I loved it. My sister’s gonna love it…only…once you start getting blowjobs from her you’ll forget about me.”

I paused for a moment, “Craig? Can I at least keep blowing your amazing cock for the rest of our days here? I’ll do my best to make it bigger.”

“Shit Casey! You can suck me twice a day if you want. It’s gotta be regular for the pumping to work, right?”

“I don’t know how well those pumps work but I’m gonna do my best. And really, I think size doesn’t matter. I just wanna keep sucking your fantastic cock every chance I get so I can jerk off with the feel of it in my mouth.”

He massaged my shoulder once or twice, “Do you think she’ll feel the same way?”

“She’d be a fool not to.” I was vehement. “But if she doesn’t, then you can always call me. I’d only be so lucky to get to keep sucking your perfect cock after this trip is over.”

The next day he walked with a new bounce in his step. I didn’t turn gay and other guys’ didn’t turn me on. Though when I met a guy who was cool I would wonder what it would be like to suck him off. And I never considered size.

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