You take his surprisingly small hand and lead him to your bed and lay him across it. He doesn’t fit, his long feet dangle over the edge. You remove his shoes and socks. Stripping away his clothes reveals he wears no underwear and you sniff the crotch of his jeans without a second thought. You blush.

He reminds you of a Walton, innocent in a way that you have not seen in other men you have worked with. As he becomes erect, your attention is drawn to the massive flesh that stretches out across his tight stomach. Only a third of it fits in your mouth, but you give it your all.

You want it to fill you up, but you are afraid it may break you. Take it slow, you tell him, and once it breaks the surface you absorb it inch by inch. It never stops. You can feel it in your throat.

The boy above you flushes red as he covers your body in white. He collapses beside you and aids in your climax. You shoot across the room.

You stare at his massive erection as it subsides and you can not believe it was ever inside of you. It makes you proud that you were able to take it. You kiss him tenderly, you feel as if you shared something significant.