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had
wanted me to do a set of fifteen reps, as I had done when he was
training me, so I placed my feet on the rubber pad. This machine
reminds me of the gyno’s office because of the way your legs are up
and spread apart, except you only spread them a shoulder’s width
apart to exercise.
    Again, I waited for him to make the next
move. Still standing up, Zeke straddled me. Then he yanked off his
cropped warm-ups, the kind with the snaps on the sides, and they
gave way. I mean, it was like something I saw at the Chippendales
show in Atlantic City during Gina’s bachlorette party. I guess his
original plan might have had involved skinnydipping – we were
supposed to have gone to a beach, after all, and he wasn’t wearing
any swim trunks. His naked cock was throbbing, all dark and
engorged. I gasped a little. I’d never seen anything like it.
    Zeke’s dark foreskin and veiny manhood with
its massive length had no girth. None. I mean, zero girth. Is that
weird? Maybe he hadn’t grown into it yet, I thought? He’s only
twenty. I don’t really know how that works. The big kazoo does not
look like that, and as far as I know, it never had.
    He leaned forward and I didn’t hesitate. I
accepted the strange appendage into my mouth. I liked the way he
looked at me doing it - like he respected me, you know? I
appreciated that, wondering how many times Madonna had found
herself in this very same situation. It was easy to let my mind
wander as I worked the thin boner. It kind of felt like sucking on
a fat straw or swallowing a cigar, you know, one of those bubble
gum cigars that Yaya used to get me from CVS. No, I didn’t chew it,
come on! But, I don’t know, I’m still a little shocked by the
experience, I guess – I just know that I didn’t even have to
stretch my jaw much to take it all in. It wasn’t anything like
Zeus’ cock, as I’ve mentioned.
    Zeke saw me gently grab
the bottom of his shaft. I held it steady so I could give it
stimulation while I sucked the head. I licked the native cock and
tasted his musky pre-cum. Wow, I didn’t think he’d go the distance,
him being young and all. That was fine. I expected a five-minute
lick-lick, but this was more impressive. I wondered if it was the
shaman in him. He moaned and squeezed his balls. He arched his back
and for a minute, I thought he’d banged his head on the machine’s
footboard somehow. It was like he went into that shaman’s trance,
like he wasn’t even there. He held his eyes shut tightly. I moved
my hand from side to side. My palm could hold the whole thickness.
My fingers overlapped my thumb. I felt so happy for some reason
clutching that skinny thing. It was effortless to suck Zeke off and
I seemed to be good at it too. I liked the idea that this event was
so mutually beneficial. We were both getting something out of it.
He was getting a primo BJ and I couldn’t wait to check the personal
trainer off my fuck do list, couldn’t wait to let him slide his shrunken head into
my hooey to finish me off.
    I was going to stop for a second and say
something witty to suggest a position change but when I looked past
his balls and into his eyes, he seemed absolutely hypnotized. He
began to thrash like an epileptic as he forced his long cock down
my throat. It sat in my larynx, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t
breathe at all. I tried not to panic, although I was thinking death
by girthless weiner would have made me the laughing stock at the
pearly gates. I’ve often thought about that conversation with
Jesus’ right hand man, and how it would change depending on the
type of death I’d have. But this way….
    Pitiful , Saint Peter would say.
    Zeke swirled his hips
around a bit and pulled out. I took a deep breath before he banged
into my throat once again. My mouth wasn’t catching dreams, but
nightmares. The pounding increased. WWMD? I wondered, what would my pop-icon do?
Madonna generously sucked cock. In none of my research did
Madonna’s lovers pan her