It's another selfie... Of sorts.

You briefly glance at your phone, and then quickly pull it into your chest, concealing the screen from view. Feeling yet another flush coming on, you sheepishly look around, once again, making sure that the coast is clear. It is.

Your hands starting to tremble ever so slightly, you stare intently at the photo MalO has sent. The gaze of your eyes traverse each edge and each curve, taking it all in, and burning it into your memory. Are you… Salivating now? Well, maybe just a little…? Man, you’re such a freak…

You briefly think back to the phrase which crossed your mind, moments before sending that first selfie… Just a playful, rhetorical question: “Don’t you want to find out what I can fit in here?”

It seems that it didn’t take long at all for you to (quite unintentionally) nudge MalO into providing an alluring preview of just the sort of answer you were hoping for. A close-up, suggestively low-angled shot, centred in-between a pair of powerful thighs - coated with a forest of dense and matted midnight-black fur - invitingly spread open… Providing you with an enticingly-intimate, groin-level view, of a stiff, thick, eight-inch obelisk of flawlessly-smooth, glistening obsidian flesh… Extending upwards from a bulbous, canid knot, seemingly larger even than your own fist… And a bulging sack, covered with more of that coarse, black fur; encasing a pair of virile, plump, tangerine-sized balls…

You’re not sure how long you remain there, your eyes glued to your phone, captivated by MalO’s dick-pic… Your first ever. It’s such a peculiar feeling; you’re tingling all over with nervousness, excitement, and- needless to say- arousal. Is this what it’s like for everyone, the first time… Or is it just you? Just him?

You know you can’t just stand here mesmerised by anomalous lewds all night, though. It’s late as it is, you have errands to run on Saturday, and your boss already made you promise that you’d come in on Sunday to complete funding projections for the backlog of work that you only just completed, and to perform system maintenance for your floor’s network before the coming work week begins. Real life marches on.

Reluctantly, you move to pocket your phone – although not before noticing that pictured underneath your new predator’s genitals (hard as it may be to look elsewhere than his primal, untamed loins), is a wooden surface of a particular reddish hue and worn texture, which stands out distinctly to you, still fresh in your memory. Seems this photo was taken at one of the same park benches you pass every day, on your walk too and from work. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes ago that you passed it tonight.

You’re about to set off again, when you hesitate, as another tempting thought surfaces quietly at the back of your mind. MalO’s taking such bold strides, so early on… Is it appropriate for you just to sit on this photo, without so much as a reply? Shouldn’t you at least be sending something in return, just to confirm- to demonstrate- that his lurid advances on you are indeed anything but unwelcome?

“I showed you my dick, please respond”, you muse with yourself. A part of you definitely wants to return this treat he's given you in kind, and as soon as possible… But even as quiet a night as it is, you’re still in a public space, and you’ve certainly never had any exhibitionist inclinations in your life, let alone acted on them...