tenya trying to get you to not freak out so much about his monstrosity that he calls a cock because he WILL be fucking you with it so he brings it out while it's still mostly soft but that doesn't even work because it still looks like it'd knock you out cold
tonight's been so nice... drinks before dinner and a long drive that you feel a little sleepy from. and tenya's such a good kisser, you feel like you're floating. you haven't even come yet, but you're floating.
tenya pulls away from between your thighs, and you sit up on an elbow to follow him. your chest rises and falls and a little pout sits on your lips.
"my boxers are just tight," tenya explains. they aren't as tight as they could be, but he has to soft launch this. it's all he's been thinking about all night, ever since his hand slid up under your dress and was met with no telltale slip of panties. no panties must mean sex, and his assumption had paid off.
he steps back beside the bed and hooks his fingers under his boxers. they're this striped cotton, wet by his tip which is... not where you were expecting the wet patch. there's a thick strip of fabric that makes up the hem, and that's where the wet is.
the strip is just big between where they end on the highest part of his upper thigh, that's all. it looks bigger than it is. the fabric's playing tricks on you--
and then his boxers are on the floor and he's crawling back in bed, back between your thighs. you place your foot on his shoulder, pushing him back until he sits up and your foot is on his chest.
his cock, not even fully hard, looks mean and ugly and bodice-ripping. this is the kind of cock that diana hamilton wrote about. it inches up his thigh, swelling slowly. the thatch of hair at the base must be making it look bigger, it must be playing tricks on you--
"that's not going to fit," you say immediately. long and thick. penetration lovers probably buy silicone cocks like that off bad dragon for casual nights.
tenya rests his hand on your ankle, rubbing soothing swipes against the soft and fragile skin there.
"it'll fit," he promises, gently pulling your ankle back over his shoulder. "i'll help you get there."
he lowers himself back down.
"we're going to be here for hours," you breathe.
tenya settles back down. he rests his cheek against the side of your thigh, shutting his eye with his worst astigmatism to get a marginally better view of you. "do you have somewhere to be?"
part 2