Chapter 7

“Don’t get many of these to the kilo,” Gary said, weighing the contents of Neil’s scrotum.

He immediately felt foolish, wishing he’d stuck to his earlier promise to himself.

Neil laughed, making Gary feel better.

“They’re sort of rugby ball shaped, too.” God, why couldn’t he keep his gob shut?

“Never thought of them like that.” Neil smiled down at him.

Thinking that if he had something in his mouth Gary couldn’t embarrass himself further, he looked up at Neil and asked, “Will you let me kiss it and…”

Neil’s smile increased. “What did I say about it being your birthday?”

As Gary rose and sat on the side of the bed, Neil stepping back half a pace to give him room, the huge task Gary had just set himself began to dawn on him. The hand that came up to stroke Neil’s length shook this time. Gary had read stories as well as advice columns on how to suck dick, apparently there were two chief rules, mind the teeth and relax the throat. But could Gary accommodate such a…monster?