It filled his view....it was huge or at least looked that way. He knew his head was laying so close that it filled his field of vision.
Anthony looked at it slowly from the base to the tip. Each inch of veins, flesh, shapes and at the top there was a strange yet beautifully sculpted shape that could be called a tip, a hat, a helmet.... it was indeed acorn in shape and at the very tope there was an indentation where the slit was.
He moved his hand behind it cupping it but not grasping it. It lay in the palm of his hand like a gentle bird resting and waiting.
Anthony moved his head closer. He wanted to sniff whatever aroma it had. The tip of his nose touched it so he pulled away..but not too far.
All around and behind it was out of focus now. He examined it again wondering what designer, what sculptur and what entity decided on it's shape...round tubular a bit larger at the bottom then the middle.
Near the top it was thinner too but at the very top there was a bulbous sized head to it.
He moved his hand up and down it and closed his eyes. The feeling was familiar but he could feel it only in his hands so he knew it wasn't his.
Who's was it? Why did they allow him to move his head so close? What were they feeling?
He stuck his tongue out to touch it. Anthony had never thought about doing that before. It just seemed natural.
He moved his tongue on it....the slight salty taste didnt' worry him. The rubbery feeling of it's surface was odd but didn't stop him.
Anthony shifted so he could reach more and then licked it from the base where his tongue ran over the black silky curls to the smooth flesh and up it's length. Again and again he did it. He didn't know why.
There was no distinctive taste. No sensations. But for some reason Anthony liked doing it. He licked and licked until his tongue did taste the liquid drop that had formed at the tip.
It was sweet and sour at the same time. It was liquid but thick. He liked the taste.
Anthony had tatsed his own but tasing someone else's was exciting and even tastier.
He kissed it then..not like he saw lovers on TV kissing but little pecks like his old Aunts did at Christmas time. He didn't like being kissed by them but he liked kissing it.
He moved to his knees and felt his own hard one. He was enjoying this still not knowing why.
Anthony looked down at it now and bent forward licking around the tip. He kissed and licked then let it touch his lips.
Something pressed on the back of his head and Anthony's lips opened to let it inside and rub against his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
He kept lowering until his nose touched the curly patch below. Anthony wanted to gag as it rubbed the back of his throat where his tonsils used to be. But he didn't. He wanted to let it go as far as possible maybe even down his throat.
He swallowed and felt it stop his throat from closing.
The alarm was startling and Anthony squitned as the sun shone through the window in his bedroom announced the beginning of another day.
The experience was gone but the image was in his head, large, clear, distinct. The taste on his tongue was real.
Anthony closed his eyes as he held his own to end the excitement. The images he had seen and the things he had done made it one of the most exciting self stimulations he ever had splatting his sheets, calvins and bare chest.
It was over or so he thought. At breakfast all Anthony could do was think about that bit clean smooth stalk. He wanted to lick it, kiss it and put it in his mouth again.
Breakfast came and went. He rode the bus too class. Every good looking man he saw made him wonder what his penis looked like. Was it like the one he saw the night before? Did it taste that same?
He sat in class looking around at his friends and clasmates wondering the same thing. He knew what hte dream meant. It would happen for real. Would it be that one, or this one, the professor, the kid who never talked, the guy he wrestled with in gym, the kid he went to high school with who was in the same classes?
The locker room was even more confusing. He could see the penis that were around him. Anthony usually glanced at them now and then but that day he looked, staring, measuring, evaluating and wondering.
Anthony couldn't wait to get home, He would strip naked and jack off as many times as it took to get rid of the memory of his dreams..he had too...it was obsessing him.
He couldn't look at the guys he passed, the onese he knew, the onese he didn't know without staring. Would it be David? Mark? Arnold? How about a stranger? The tall guy wearing a tank top and shorts obviously without underwear?
How about the hot Assistant Coach of the wrestling team? Then there was his neighbor the young man who's wife was pregnant. He smiled whenever they passed each other. He worked out half naked in the backyard while Anthony peaked through the blinds and masturbated. Would it be him?
Anthony finally headed home. He thought about walking down the alley to the sex toy store. There were stories about the video booths in the back of it. Anthony thought he'd find out if those stories were true.
But the bus came and he headed home. Men on the bus looked at him. One or two smiled. Anthony wonder4ed if they were flirting with im or if he was staring at them. Would it be a stranger?
They drove past the park with the nortorious public bathrooms. Late at night, men would drift past the trees in the anonymity of the dark to do things he heard about in those bathrooms. Perhaps that's where he should go that night. He had been tempted before.
Anthony knew that sooner or later he would do it. He was gay he knew at least based on his feelings and thoughts.
The bus stopped and he realized he was home.
The bedroom was his escape. It was warm. It was private and it welcomed him. He stripped quickly figuring he'd lay on his bed as usual and touch himself all over, feel his nutsac, finger his butthole, spit on one hand and slide it over his penis until he couldn't hold back. Would the haunting image be satisfied, dissappear and fade away?
He was close to that stop where his hand would ignore the pressure and pain as he sought the unique pleasure he had discovered only a few years ago.
The phone rang. Anthony wanted to ignore it but instead took the receiver.
"Hey A, it's me. I uh had a very strange dream last night. "
It was David one of his long term friends. He had wondered about David seeing him naked that day in the gym. It was David who had lured him into skinny dipping that summer. It was David who had compared newly grown pubic hair with Anthony years before. And it was David who shared many frustrations and secrets over the years.
"I uh got to come over" he stammered. "You do it yet?"
Anthony and David knew what they did at home when classes ended daily. He told David no, not yet..was just gonna.
"Well wait for me...gotta do something about this dream..cause it's driving me crazy" David hung up.
And Anthony waited for him.