Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2011 22:46:46 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Eros 3

Eros
by dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

Three:  Getting Down To Business, Part1


After that first week Theo and Damian reopened the office for business.
Damian resumed his duties as receptionist -- bookkeeper.  They would be
closed again for almost a week when the others arrived but in the mean time
it was business.  Not necessarily business as usual.  Damian continued to
mature physically and intellectually.  Outwardly he was still a 16 year old
boy, just one with the body suggestive of early 20's.  Inside, his
head he was rapidly becoming 25.  Thoe knew from experience that which
brain scan research has just demonstrated, adolescent brains continue to
mature until about 25.

His body would soon achieve the idealized physical form Theo wanted for
him, his brain way sooner then that.  His libido was also rising.  That may
not seem possible, since most teenagers are sex focused most of the time,
never the less, an imortal's libido is greater then a mortal.  Damian like
Theo, needed a few levels more, not for themselves but for their clients,
as Theo called them.  An immortal or mortal can only give what he has,
therefore he needs much more then normal at his command.

As each client, be they consulting or sexual came and went, Damian
attempted to gain a feeling or understanding of their sexual needs and
desires.  He was learning how to tune in on their thoughts and emotions.
He needed to test his powers of projection.  To project desires, love or
just lust onto others, takes some skill and practice.  He needed to learn
when his help was being requested and how those requests were to be
handled.  Most mortals believe immortals just have all those skills
instantly at their command.  That reader is wishful thinking.  Immortals
have lots going for them but no free lunch for anyone in this world.

Just because someone asked for something does not mean he or she should
receive help in getting it.  He also needed to learn what he should do,
just because he wanted to or thought it was best, that may be a bad long
run idea.  That is the god part.  Theo repeatedly told him, "we gods do as
we please with the feeling and desires of mortals.  That does not make it
right or wrong, just kind of the way it is.  It is not a good thing to just
be capricious with our power.  Best to project only what is needed and
nothing more.  Usually the mortals will do the remainder without any more
help.  On the other hand, from time to time, it is fun to play mortal
games, especially when we make the rules.  Just try not and cause any long
term stress on the mortals you influence.  That is less then fair and
usually they are more then capable of stressing themselves without any help
from us.  Primates, and men are primates, have a built in or natural
concept of fairness and justice.  If the mortal steps outside of that and
we choose to restore that balance, we are free to do so."

Theo uses the term influence to signify his casting desire and lust onto
the unsuspecting.  If you cast from request that is different.  He posed a
challenge for Damian for the week following his consummation.  That
challenge was to locate three different sets of mortals.  One set, a boy
and girl who already share sex.  He is to seduce both into having sex with
him and then to share that sex with other mortals of the same sex.  This is
to become bisexual.  Second, two sets, a boy and man also a woman and girl.
He is to find these sets, recognize their preexisting desires and foster
them.  Three was to find them a younger teen to serve as their house boy.
This lad should be a homosexual with or without any experience.  Preferably
one who already desired to be a bottom or was totally inexperienced.

He was not to act on these challenges until after his consummation.  He
could identify his targets as his powers allow him to do so.

(Narrator's note: In the follow section Theo will often be refereed to as
Eros, since the brothers and other immortals do not use their modern names
among themselves.  Damian only has one name.)

Antheros, Himeros and Pothos all arrived on schedule.  Damian could feel
something was different but he had never experienced it before, so the
sudden appearance of three, very handsome or beautiful naked men, in his
office, was more then a shock.  Porthos is the most shy of the brothers.
That is not to say he is truly shy, just of the four the most so.  That
also tells you the other three are anything but shy.  We know Eros well
enough now to rule out that personality feature from him.

"Himeros, this young apprentice is almost as beautiful as Eros, would you
not say," Porthos asked?

"I think he was every bit as beautiful," Himeros answered.

This came as a true shock to Damian, as the three were standing behind him
and being very quiet about it.  Damian jumped when he heard the voices.
Blushing bright red he turned.

"I don't think he looks like a tamer at all," Antheros said.

Damian now looked puzzled.

"Your name is of Greek origin. In Greek it is spelled Damianos which means
tamer, I am Antheros, this is Himeros and Pothos." (That is Attic or
Hellenistic ancient Greek not modern Greek spelling.)

"I um, I am just a little surprised.  Not accustomed to having three of the
most beautiful men I've ever seen sneak up behind me.  And just how did you
do that, can you just melt through walls," Damian said?

They all laughed.

"I didn't tell him how we travel yet," Eros said, moving to his brothers
for an embrace, a kiss and a good sold feel of these ideal bodies.  One
would think, that after all these eons of being brothers, they would know
all there is to know about each other.  That is true but the need to touch
and feel each other has never left or diminished between them.  It is
another feature of godliness.

"We usually greet each other in a more informal and physical way, Damian.
Since you are the "new kid", I think my part of that greeting should be set
aside," Eros said.

Damian's voice:

In nothing flat Antheros and Himeros had me trapped between themselves and
I became their instant and enthusiastic sex toy.  Antheros pressed his body
against me and began kissing me.  Our erections were immediate.  While our
lips locked and tongues duelled our cocks fenced.  All I could think about
was fucking his mouth and him fucking mine.  That thought was fleeting
however.  Himeros moved up behind me, his stiffness slipping between my
butt cheeks.  I was in sensory overdrive, my spinster began pulsing each
time his cock slid long the cleft.  Hirmros began kissing my neck and
nibbling on my earlobes and I thought I was going to faint.

Antheros lowered himself to the floor pulling us along.  Himeros pulled and
directed my head to Antheros' beautiful cock, which my lips engaged.
Himeros pulled my hips up and slipped his cock into my ass.  I thought I
would explode as this true arrow of love slid into my quiver.  Eros had
trained me well, so I kept full control.  Each time Antheros' cock slid
deep in my throat it felt like electric pulses continued to my crotch and
out the end of my cock.  I paid close attention this phallic tonsil probe,
memorizing every bump, line and vein.  His swelling was like Eros' so great
that if I didn't know better, I would have judged them circumcised.  I have
been circumcised at birth but now that Eros had remodelled my body
including my cock, I too had foreskin.  He told me in the old days boys and
men would tie a string around their waste and to the foreskin to prevent
their cocks from flopping around.  "Now days we use jockstraps, a much
better invention," he said.

Himeros found my anus ready and well prepared.  Eros had taught me how to
relax to let a cock in and clamp down hard enough to make my lover think I
was still a virgin.  I have not yet learned to shape shift my cock on
demand like these two.  Antheros' length and width instantly adjusted to
the shape of my mouth and the angle of my throat, while Himeros' cock
seemed to bulge in just the right way so pressure was always placed against
my prostate.  Eros is a big one on rhythm in sex, I guess we all are.
After just a few thrusts Antheros and Hierous were in complete
coordination, in fucking my cavities.  Eros has told me that if three of us
are fucking a woman at the same time, we would all establish this kind of
coordination.  At first I did not notice Eros and Pothos.  I think they
were engaging each other but soon they positioned themselves behind a
brother or at my side, to lend their hands and lips to the efforts.  When I
ejaculated the first time, Pothos caught it in his hand and fed it to Eros.
When I came the second time, Eros stuck his hand under me to take it
directly into his mouth.  He just loves my ejaculate.

I love ejaculate too.  I will take it in either hole with equal relish.  No
sooner had Himeros and Antheros climaxed, Pothos and Eros were in me.  Eros
at my head and Pothos in my ass.  Soon, well maybe not soon, I lost all
track of time, Eros ejaculated and starched over me to take my come in his
mouth while Pothos finished in my ass.  We took a short rest to drink some
water and wine.  I am getting to like this wine stuff, especially since I
don't get drunk or feel funny after drinking it anymore.  Antheros took my
ass and Himeros my head and fucked me again.

Eros stopped the action when they finished and we had a small meal, mostly
cheese and olives.  "Peasant food," Pothos said, but we do enjoy it.  Wine
too."  I puzzled a bit at first about how I felt about all this fucking.

That only lasted for a few brief thoughts, though.  I love it.  I love to
be fucked and just love to fuck too.  Eros told me our lust and desire is
endless and insatiable.  We can not have to much since our power is
infinite.  He said I would get accustomed to it after a while.  It is just
something we gods learn to live with.  I know he is right, he does have the
experience.  One thing I did notice was the ejaculate from each of them has
slightly different properties.  Not in taste or texture but in how my ass
and throat tingle when it is delivered.  It seems that with each load I
take in the ass, I soon start to feel slightly different.  Not so different
I can describe but just different.  I guess that is because each of them is
giving me slightly different aspects of themselves and their powers.

I am sure glad one of the powers has to do with our physical selves.  Not
the immortal business, that I still don't understand but the way my body
responds to stresses, like being fucked almost continually and not feeling
any discomfort.  I just seem to want more.  Now I want to give too.  I can
and want to give, as good as I get.

Narrator again: After the little meal and some brotherly joking, the boys
retired to the bedroom and resumed sex marathon.  The bed is much more
comfortable then the floor.  From that point on until the next afternoon,
Damian was fucked and himself fucked the brothers, almost continuously.
Damian was surprised that after 28 hours of continuous sex he was not the
least bit tired.  It was at this mark in time the brothers decided that
Damian had received enough of their collective semen to do the job.
Additional injections, if need were only a short summon away.

These men are brothers in blood as well as spirit.  Damian will be too.
That is why all the fucking needs to happen.  Well that and the pleasure.
These four and now or soon five are first class examples of sibling
rivalry.  That are on each other's case continually and playing as many
jocks on each other as is possible.  It is all good natured.  If with were
not life for them would be anything but good.  I can not even imagine.
Since they know what each other are thinking it is real hard to keep a
secret.  That I can imagine.

Sitting around the pool, this time eating food that Eros had ordered in,
they began expelling, in more detail, just what was happening to Damian and
some of what that happening was to mean.

Pothos said, "Eros I think next time we all visit you should have a true,
old style banquet, like the old days."

"I agree, perhaps that should be Damian's first assignment.  To seek a cup
bearer and I think house boy for us," Eros said.

Damian was puzzled but wisely said nothing, remembering the oft quoted
saying, "it is better to keep silent and be thought a fool, then to open
your mouth and remove all doubt."

Everyone laughed but it was Himeros who understood Damian's puzzlement and
explained the Ganymede myth.  "Forget what you read from the old poets and
modern scholars.  We were there and we know.  Grandfather had a big search
on for the most beautiful boy in all the world.  This took a long time by
modern standards.  Hermes brought him the short list and he went to see for
himself.  Now these boys were all something to behold you understand.  He
settled on Ganymede and made a deal with his father.  Grandfather has much
power but he is not one to use it unless necessary.  Oh and I'm sure Eros
told you but we don't go around changing into animals and stuff like that
either.  We do have the power, as you will in a couple of years to fool
ordinary men.  I guess that is where some of those stories come from.  Well
I know they do, since I have played that game a quite a few times myself."

The other three laughed, "Only a few hundred thousand maybe more," Eros
said.

Himeros continued ignoring his brothers.  "Ganymede was the third and
youngest son of a Trojan king.  His father did not want to see him go but
he knew the boy would soon want to be independent and had no chance at
power.  We don't know what the deal was but grandfather would have paid
well, he has never been known as cheep.  Forget those horses, never existed
as described and the Trojan king had lots of fine horses anyway.  I always
believed it was his promise to make Ganymede an immortal that closed the
deal.  Grandfather always got and still gets what he wanted and wants
anyway but he does try and be fair.  Well, as fair as the head god of any
pantheon ever is.  It is simple, if we are in the business of teaching
mankind how to live with and relate to each other and ourselves, example is
always the best way.

He fell in love with Ganymede and the boy for him.  I strongly suspect the
old man did not offer the boy much choice either, I'm sure Eros explained
that too.  We all like him and to this day, everyone lusts for his
affection.  He is a great beauty and most pleasant and funny.  I think
Apollo was more struck by him than any of us.  Gany's job is to keep our
wine goblets filled when we have these family type dinners.  He keeps
grandfather's goblet well filled and in exchange, he keeps the kid's butt
well used too.  I call him a kid but he is not that much younger then us.
You my boy are truly a kid.  Ganymede has the body and appearance of a 14
year old boy but like all of us, he has vast experience and power, although
he almost never uses it.  We all keep mostly to our jobs in today's
business lingo.

Before I forget, grand mother was furious with the old man but she is
almost never jealous and understands the ways of men, the "Greek Way".  It
is the way of women, they get all upset but eventually come to reason and
understanding.  The Trojan war had everything to do with power and control
of trade and money and little to do with us gods.  Although Homer and the
others did write a very nice poem about it and us.  Our father Ares can
fill you in, in great detail about almost any war that has ever happened.
He will too, so unless you are truly interested, please don't ask him,best
to just not even think about it.

"When are they coming to visit Eros?"

"Not until Damian's apprenticeship is finished, as far as I know.  Are they
living together again or is Mother back with Hephaestus," Eros asked?

Anteros answered, "You know mother, she is with who ever she wants to be
for as long as she wants to be.  You know those love goddesses.  They are
all on good terms as it were, you know her charms.  If you want to keep
Damian to yourself it is best he not meet her.  Now don't think we are
speaking ill of our parents or any of the other gods, Damian.  We are truly
one large and happy, loving and lustful, family.  It is just the way it is,
the way of any family."

"Okay, I think I understand.  I am to search out a 14 or 15 year old boy
that is drop dead gorges, totally "cock and ass eyed" and convince him to
walk around naked, poring wine in cups and willingly be fondled, loved and
fucked by any gods and goddesses that just happen to be a the dinner
table," Damian said.

"Yes, that more or less sums it up.  One hell of a good job description if
you ask me. "Once you find him, I'll get Gany to visit for a few days of on
the job training.  He does some rather unique things with those goblets and
I don't just mean planting kisses on them," Eros informed.

By the end of the week Damian had received just about all the divine semen
he would ever need.  The brothers just disappeared, leaving Eros and Damian
alone.  This massive injection of divine semen was adsorbed into Damian's
system and in the coming months his mortal male DNA would be slowly
replaced.  Over this time many of the gods would pay visits to check on
Damian's progress and contribute to his semen requirements.  You know, just
in the event it was needed or if not needed, well delivered anyway.
Fucking a new apprentice god's butt, is high on the priority of many.
(Read that as most.)

Damian and Theo quickly resumed what appeared to be a rather normal life.
Damian arranged all of Theo's appointments for the morning, giving them the
afternoons free to enjoy what remained of the summer.  He began scheduling
Theo's evening sexual liaisons, allowing a few evenings open for
themselves.  Damian was amazed at how much work he could get done in just a
few hours.  It seemed that every day he gained physical and mental
strengths beyond his wildest imagination.

He suddenly began learning languages for example.  His fingers flew across
the keyboard and his ability to remember things in minute detail, it all
surprised him.  The up side was school would now be an absolute snap.  The
down side was, he was keenly aware of the emotional state, sexual
orientation, desires and fantasies of everyone he encountered.  Theo worked
with him on control methods, as to not become overwhelmed and to figure out
if he should or should not intervene in his area of responsibility.  This
was most difficult and most urgent where his parents were concerned.  The
last thing he needed to know was how passionate or what the desire level
between them was at any given moment.

"Damian, when Jane Wolf arrives I want you to try and influence her lust in
your direction," Theo said.

"She is a foxy lady but don't you think a little old for me?"

"No, not to old for you to fuck, only to old for you to date.  Since you
need female experience, I thought she would be a good teacher.  Just open
you mind to her feelings, plant the seeds in her hormone driven brain and
then react appropriately.  She will be arriving in a few minutes, just
dress in those sexy black shorts and a black wife beater.  If my judgment
is correct, she will forget all about me and focus all her sexual energy
and fantasies on you."

"You mean those shorts that cover almost nothing, with a butt cleft seam
that fits like a thong and that pouch that allows almost my full length to
stick out?"

"Yes, fix her attention on your ass and she will be raping you within
minutes."

Damian answered the door dress as instructed.  He loved Theo so much he
would do anything asked of him or anything he even thought would please
him.  Theo knew this, he also knew the love would never fade but over time
Damian would gain a good measure of independence, as he grew and matured.
He would enjoy the boy's boyhood for the short time it was to last.  Damian
did question the ethics to what Theo asked.  He needed to do this, to
understand what the ethics of divinity were, compared to those of this or
any other culture.

Jane was one of Theo's regulars, about once a week she would visit and Theo
would fuck her silly for a few hours.  He had progressed enough to sense
this was not deep emotional love but devotions to the lust they shared or
Theo shared with her.  He also questioned for the first time, this bisexual
business.  He had played the game with Morning and lost.  Not that they had
any real sex.  He had been so overwhelmed by Theo, he even began to believe
he must the homosexual.  He may be and Theo may be but they did have needs
and their worshipers had needs.  They had a duty to fill or foster those
needs, which are independent of gender.

Theo knew Jane's weakness for young, well hung, well built, virile men.
She is in her late 30's and well experienced.  He had been meeting her
needs since she was a teen.  Had she not found him or better put, had he
not recognized her needs and potential, she probably would have fallen into
any one of several lust driven traps.  From his taste test of Damian's
semen, he knew it was potent enough to keep her satisfied for another week
at least.  She should do for him until he required his own group of
females.

Damian answered the door, dressed as specified.  He began projecting his
lustful thoughts and she responded just as Theo had predicted.  Now Jane
already knew Damian but had never paid any real attention to him as a sex
object.  Damian probably over did it, i.e. he probably over projected,
these fine points take time to learn.  Theo kept track of both, in the
event his help was needed.  It was not.

Her pussy began tingling as soon as the door opened.  Her nipples stiffened
and that feeling of lustful need, that can only be satisfied by an educated
tongue and stiff cock, took over.  Had she been less experienced, Jane
probably would have attached Damian right there and then, in the vestibule.
She was able to restrain herself until she walked him into the bedroom.
Fortunately that did not take long or much effort.

"Oh-my-god, Damian why have I not noticed you before, let me look at you,"
Jane stepped back, "turn around," she commanded.  Damian did as requested
slowly turning around to present his profile and his almost covered in
black butt.  The shorts fit like a second skin and none of his assets were
completely withheld.  Just covered enough to create a little mystery.  Just
enough mystery to require a much further inspection, which she resolved to
solve.

"Theo is tied up at the moment and he asked me to entertain you this
evening, if that is acceptable of course," Damian told her.

She set her handbag on the table as Damian took her hand.  The pulses of
energy surged through Jane and without the slightest thought her left hand
found his ass, her right his cock and her lips his.  Her panties were
dripping with anticipation and lubricant.  Her nipples were so hard that
began to ache for his lips.  Damian may lack female experience but he has
lots of experience kissing and demonstrated that.  His pheromones were
overwhelming her along with his in energy and his lustful stimulation.
When the kiss broke Damian blushed and suddenly became demure and shy.

Jane understood this as a signal of innocence or lack of experience.  She
had seen this before in young men, something she also had experience in
dispelling.  Damian understood her thoughts on the subject, more so then
she would ever know.  He acted the part, giving her a feeling of sexual
power.  Something women do not always have full opportunity to enjoy.

Damian also realized she was the mother of a school mate he knew casually
and wanted to know significantly better.  Jane immediately compared Damian
to her son.  Damian was probably better endowed physically.  The thought of
her son Raymond, was also getting her motor running.  Damian added a few
thoughts to her lust.  She would dream about her lesion with himself but it
will be her son's image in those dreams.  It would appear our Damian has a
slightly perverse sense of humour.  Also a useful godly quality.

She took his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.  "I think you and I
will fully entertain each other, don't you," she said, not truly asking?

Damian did not speak but pressed his tongue into her left ear and nibbled
on the lobe.  A woman of less experience would have fainted.

"I will teach you to be the best lover I or any other woman could ever
want, Damian," Jane said, pressing her lips to his.

Their tongues began duelling and Damian's shorts found the floor, assisted
by her nimble fingers.  When the kiss broke she reluctantly took her hand
from his erection and assisted his removal of that tight shirt.  Damian
figured he knew what to do next but held back just a little.  Jane
continued in control mode.

"Women and girls like romance with their sex.  I want you to remember that.
Be gentle and always try and please both the physical and emotional needs
of your female partner."

Damian nodded and kissed here again this time pressing his naked form
against the almost clad body and letting his hand explore her back and
butt.  Again she almost swooned.  Damian held her hands in assistance to
Jane laying back on the huge bed.  A bed she was most comfortable laying
on.  The same bed she lay on with Theo for so many wondrous fucks in the
past.

"Are you sure you have never fucked a woman before," Jane asked.

"Yes, quite sure.  I have only ever kissed my former girlfriend before.
Lots of passion in those kisses and a few feels inside her blouse but
nothing more."

"You are naked and I am not, so I think you need to assist me.  Lets kiss a
bit and as I explore your body you explore mine."

Damian reacted to her touches and kisses in kind and form.  She let her
hands slide across his chest and play with his nipples.  He followed her
lead, more or less.  In this case less, since he had no firm idea how to
disengage her bra.  Unbuttoning her blouse was a no brainer.  His hands
played on her soft skin in kind.  Unclasping the bra was another matter.
Jane had been here before many times, with an number of former lovers.  She
took his hand in hers and directed it to the clasp and whispered squeeze
and with your finger flick it open.  He did as directed and on the second
try the thing parted and fell loose.  The remainder was simple even for a
totally over eager, sex crazed teenager.  The kind she liked the best,
inexperienced, sex crazed and eager.  Eager to please and eager to be
pleased.

In this close contact, Damian could sense the pheromones Jane was emitting
and began to sort out the meaning of each.  She, not being a goddess, was
simply being swamped by his.  All she knew or wanted, was his cock in her
pussy.  Her panties were almost uncomfortably damp and her clit was hurting
and swollen.  Damian was rock hard.  A condition he was most accustomed to.
Something he could keep up for hours if necessary.

Once the bra was removed Damian needed no instructions, his mouth clamped
on the nipple and his tongue flicked it as he suckled.  It must be
something we remember from being an infant.  His fingers playing with the
nipple not being sucked.  Jane was writhing next to him.  Her hands and
mouth were busy too, exploring his body and kissing, licking and sucking
his nipples and any or all exposed flesh.  Damian was most surprised when
Jane began licking his arm pits.  He thought only men did that to each
other.  It is a pheromone driven behaviour he would learn.  Like the shape
of the buttocks are attractive to both sexes also comes from the hormones
and is stimulated by the pheromones.

As your narrator, I realized I did not describe Jane very well or what she
was wearing.  Leave it for now that she is well stacked, in good shape for
her age, a white blouse and bra capable of holding up her buxom figure,
white short shorts and cream color silk and lace panties.  The shorts are
boy cut with a fly in the front.  Damian knew how to remove them.

Jane would direct his hand here or there on her body and whisper brief
instructions.  Whisper is perhaps not accurate, pant would be better.  Once
his fingers were directed to her joy button Jane visited orgasm land for
the first time of this little passion play.  Damian was sending her that
message and she reacted with much cooperative lust.  Having crossed that
first hurdle she was able to settle back just enough to give him clear
instructions and direct his face to her crotch and his tongue to her clit.
She let him know just what worked best on her joy button.  It did not take
to long for a second orgasm.  She had not sucked him yet but that was
alright.

Without any words Jane motioned for Damian to slid up her body and laying
on top kissing the fondling.  Soon she had his stiff cock in her hand and
was directing it to her dripping pussy.  Damian was in and he loved it.  He
liked oral sex.  He like the smell and the taste and the softness of her
body.  He liked the feeling of power he had while driving her to climax.
Sliding his cock into her pussy was a whole other feeling.  It was good, it
was great, it was sure different from a man's ass.  He could feel the
sexual power over her as his swollen cock filled her pussy and slid across
her clit.  He wondered if a woman's ass was like a man's or boy's.  He
thought about this while thrusting into Jane's vagina.  He knew he could
place that desire in her head but restrained himself.  He just gave her a
few hints now, he wanted her dreams to be very vivid and specific about
this butt fucking business and whose cock she wanted filling it.

Damian can control his ejaculations almost to the second.  He paid close
attention to his partner and just as she was reaching her climax let go.
Damian is not stupid.  He is good but inexperienced and he knew it.  He
sent out all kinds of lustful thoughts to this new partner.  The most
important was how much she enjoyed the experiences.  How much she wanted it
to be repeated.  How much she needed it to be repeated and how much she
wanted her son Ray, to meet this new lover.  How much her daughter Samantha
need to meet this new boy.  He slipped in a few ideas about her husband
too.  Mostly how much she needed him between her legs between visits with
Damian and how much she wanted him to meet Theo.

He did this idea placing while she attempted to give him head.  Jane is an
accomplished cock sucker and she likes doing it.  She likes the taste of
semen and she likes the feeling of a strong stiff cock sliding into her
mouth, along her tongue as her lips sealed around it.  Damian needed to
modify his size for her mouth to properly accommodate him.  Something he
needed practice doing anyway.  She is not a boy.  She may be good but not
as good as a boy.  Only a boy knows exactly how to maximize the pleasure of
another boy.  That was fine, he was sure his tongue work on her pussy was
not as good as another woman's would be either.  It was good but that's
all, he would get better at it, since he could sense what no ordinary man
could, her feeling and emotions.  He would lean in only a few short lessons
how to tongue fuck like a lesbian.