Meek nodded as he told me, “The pain my butt had inflicted on Andy, by slamming against his dick, and balls had caused it to lose some of its fire and size. However, upon my touch the dang thing doubled in size in like a single second. I honestly felt it re-engorge and fill my hand so that even with two hands I couldn’t have got my fingers all the way around it. And I did try; using both hands I gripped it and began to stroke it much like he’d been doing with just two fingers.”
“Wow!” I gasped at the mental picture Meek drew for me.
“I looked up into Andy’s face to be sure I was doing it right and that he wasn’t upset with me. His eyes were looking down at me wide with surprise.”
“I bet!” I exclaimed which made Meek chuckle again.
“I asked Andy if it felt better to which he simply nodded.”
“I then asked, ‘Does it still hurt?’”
“Andy told me that it only hurt ‘A little.’”
“We were still looking at one another so I saw when the look of surprise left his eyes and instead something new filled them. At the time I hadn’t recognized the fire of lust.”
“‘Maybe if you kissed it, it would make it better.’ Andy suggested.”
“No way!” I gasped.
Meek grinned, “Yes way!”
Of course, I had to ask the next question, “So did you kiss it?”
Meek shook his head and said, “I wrinkled my nose at the idea, but Andy’s left hand, which had been resting between my shoulder blades moved up to the back of my head and with only a little pressure managed to persuade me. I leaned over and ducked beneath the canvas tarp. His hand stayed on the back of my head, directing me downward, toward his penis, which I could not see as it was completely dark under the heavy, thick tarp. Having my hands still wrapped around the shaft, I knew where to go even without his help in guiding my head. However, I think his guidance was also, what got me to actually do it. Without his hand on the back of my head, I probably would never have had the courage to actually kiss it.”
“So you did kiss it then?” I asked.
“I puckered my lips and kissed what I discovered was the very tip, right where his pee slit was and something wet and gooey stuck to my lips.”
“Eeeew!” I groaned.
Meek smiled at me but continued, “Andy spoke loud enough for me to hear him under that heavy tarp. He said, ‘That’s it. Do it again, but this time open your mouth.’”
“And did you?” I asked.
“Well, I didn’t want to. I wanted to wipe my mouth off but then he pushed my head down with more applied pressure and I was forced to open my mouth as his enormous gland stabbed at my lips. I cannot recall actually deciding to open my mouth; I simply remember that I did it.”
“As soon as I did Andy cried out, ‘Ouch! Don’t let your teeth touch!’ and then he thumped the back of my head which actually caused me to take even more of his monster into my mouth.”
“What was it like?” I asked and as soon as I asked it, I couldn’t believe that I’d actually said the words, let alone thought them.
Meek didn’t seem the least bit moved by my question. He simply answered it just like all my other questions. “Having to stretch my mouth that wide was painful, while at the same time oddly thrilling.”
“Just as I was getting used to having something too big in my mouth, he grabbed two fists of my hair, one from behind and one on the top of my head and began guiding my head up and down.”
“‘Close your lips around it, but keep your teeth away.’ He ordered and I obeyed.”
“‘That’s it!’ he moaned.”