"Do you really want to take care of my... erection?"

I stare at the flustered girl in front of me completely dumbfounded.
She says she wants to take care of my... my erection?!

I unconsciously cover Devon's crotch with a hand. For some reason, my movements are back to being clumsy and hesitant, as if moving a body that isn't my own is bound to always retain some degree of awkwardness no matter what I do.

"A-a-A-Are y-you serious?" I blurt out with a trembling jaw.

Meilyn chuckles at me, probably amused by my demeanor, and my heart can't help but skip a beat. When was the last time I heard a feminine laugh so fresh and good-natured?

"Well... yeah." She says after the laughter falls back into shyness. "O-Only if you... want it, of course."

Meilyn's uneasy but suggestive words make me clench my teeth. My wide nostrils expand even further and I can't help but snort like a bison.

She asked me if I want it! Is this girl serious?
I almost burst out into laughter.
Is the sky blue? Does the bear shit in the woods? Is a frog's arse water tight?!
I'm a hopeless 39 year old virgin who's never had the chance to even caress a girl's naked shoulder. And now this gorgeous creature in front of me is straight up offering to take care of my overreactive manhood!
OF COURSE I WANT IT! What kind of asexual psycho would reject such a god-given opportunity?! If Meilyn told me to get on my knees and bark like a dog for 3 hours in exchange for a single minute of her delicate touch over my meat rod I would be already over the floor showing my best mutt performance until she told me to stop.

But, for some reason, opening my mouth and uttering a quiet 'yes please' is too much for the actual 'me'. Instead, my jaw is still clenching, my plump black man lips are tightly pursed and Devon's whole body remain almost as stiff as his throbbing cock, which is still beating inside my pants, harder than ever before and transmiting a constant wave of dull pain straight into my brain.

Why are you freezing in the worst possible moment?! -I tell myself- Just tell her a simple 'yes'! Open your mouth and say it! God damnit Mark, I know you're an insecure guy, but you're going to regret it if you ever miss this chance!!

...Or is my own insecurity really the only thing preventing me from agreeing to Meilyn's suggestion?

During the same moment that fleeting thought passes through my confused brain, Meilyn steps forward with a calming smile. She seems to have noticed my hesitation.

"Are you... inexperienced, perhaps?" She asks in a sweet melodic voice. "(chuckle)... This is surprising. I didn't expect that a boy as cute and, well... as endowed as you are could have this issue."

Meilyn gets closer to me, to the point that I can count her eyelashes. And the next thing I register is the contact of something soft and careful slowly rubbing the fabric of my pants, right over my raging boner.

The contact makes me gasp in surprise and elation. I can't believe this! Meilyn Banks is touching my dick! And by her own volition!
It feels like a jolt in my most intimate place, like the whole skin tube wrapping my massive black cock wants nothing but to compete for a glimpse of Meilyn's gentle fingers.

"M-Meilyn..." I mutter, voice shaking. By now, my new trunks feel completely wet and soapy due to the sweat and the vast ammounts of precum. I feel so dirty and inconvenient.

But I dare not to step back.

However, for some reason, I don't push towards her either, even though I really want to.

"Your poor guy." She says in a breathless voice, staring at my groin. "He really seems to be in pain..."

Meilyn keeps caressing my tent for a few more seconds until she finally puts her hand away and looks at me in the eyes.

"Say... Devon..." She whispers, so close that I can feel her breath caressing my chin. "Do you happen to have... a girlfriend?"

"W-What...? A... A girlfriend?" I ask in confusion, my agitated brain struggling to properly process her inquiry.

"Yeah.... You know, if you don't have one..." Her voice slightly increases in volume, and her following question has a tinge of anxiousness. "If there is no one you particularly like... w-what do y-you think about... me?"

Meilyn's words somehow make me regain some degree of self-control, and I stare at her properly, maybe for the first time in a long while.

Meilyn Banks is by all means the most beautiful girl I know. Or at least the most beautiful out of those ladies whom I've been lucky enough to have as my acquaintances. Her dishevelled brunette hair and sharp expression gives away the impression that she means every thing she says, and there is an obvious spark of fierce intelligence behind those big brown eyes. Her body is petite and slender, and even though she is lacking in the breast department and still has some remaining baby fat behind the arms, her wide hips add a tinge of voluptuousness to her otherwise dainty frame.

She is perfect in every way. And such a girl is suddenly asking to be my girlfriend!
This situation is almost as bizarre as the moment I woke up in Devon's body for the first time. But instead of despair, I feel butterflies in my belly. This is straight up a dream come true! Like the Gates of Heaven decided to open only for me!

Then again... why am I once again unable to say yes? What is this annoying clump in my throat that prevents me from stepping forward and meeting Meilyn's advances with open arms?!

The girl before me seems to notice my hesitation.

"Y-You don't have to answer straight away, Devon!" She says in a hurry. "I know very well I'm getting too ahead of myself."

Devon. She called me Devon once again. I really hate that. I'm not Devon. Devon is a bad person who hurts and steals from others, and I'm merely using his body as a temporary passenger. I am Mark. I am and will always be Mark!

"Then..." Meilyn lowers both her voice and her eyes. "...what do you say we take care of your 'little' guy in the meantime?"

She is again staring at my crotch, at Devon's crotch, with hunger in her eyes.

However, before she manages to reach my bulging pants, I suddenly grab her by the shoulders and push her away; gently but firmly.

"D-Devon?" She asks in confusion. Despite the fact that her beautiful face is fully healed, there are still signs of the living hell she's had to experience just a while ago. It's on the disheveled hair, on the scabs on one side of her face, on the ruined makeup down the eyes and cheeks...

"...Don't call me that." I tell her in a low but steady voice.

"Don't call you... what?"

"I'm not Devon." I say while looking at the floor, my dark hands still wrapping her pale soft shoulders.

"What do you m-mean by that?" Meilyn asks with a raised eyebrow.

But instead of answering, I grab both her hands between my(Devon's) own and lower my head until her knuckles are pressed against my forehead..
Then I take a few moments to put order into my thoughts, breathing deep while Meilyn remains silent, waiting for whatever I have to say.

"You have to stop being so careless, Miss Banks." I finally say after raising my eyes. I accidentally called her 'Miss Banks' out of habit. "I'm talking about your apparent habit of throwing yourself immediately at the feet of every man who acts nice to you while disregarding proper judgement."

"W-... What?" Meilyn asks with her pretty eyes wide open.

"You say you want me to be your boyfriend, but we've only talked for what, 15 minutes? You just met me yesterday for the first time ever and you're already trying to act lovey-dovey and do dirty things!" I point at my(Devon's) chest with a thumb. "What do you actually know about me? I could perfectly be a criminal! Maybe I'm some kind of pickpocket who likes to steal phones and sell **** to nasty fellows. Haven't you thought about that before you decided to jerk me off?"

She seems completely taken aback by my sudden harsh words.

But it's too late to stop, so I say what I've been wanting to say for a long time.

"It's like you're always following the same foolish and self-destructive pattern, ever since you came to live here more than two years ago: You meet a man of dubious nature, you immediately hook up with him, bring him to your home and, a few days or weeks later, he is already showing his true self, treating you like garbage all while you do nothing but trying to please him in order to improve things that clearly can't be improved unless you literally throw your personality to the garbage and become the brainless bimbo that those idiots you hang out with all want."

Meilyn says nothing, and just stares at me with the expression of a 12 year old girl who's being scolded by her dad after being caught smoking a cigarette.

"And the moment that toxic relationship finally breaks apart, it usually only takes 2 to 5 days before you're back with the next thug in line. Back to offering your everything to a piece of shit that doesn't deserve it and back to a relationship where you apparently do nothing but keep being miserable!" I exclaim. "Just why do you do this to yourself?! I've lost count of how many times I've been awaken late night by the screams coming from your apartment! And there are many other examples, like the garbage in the backyard, your clothing thrown down the stairs, and those intimate photos shared in social media. Have you seen those? By the way, I didn't search for them. I was tagged to see them, by people I don't even know."

"Uh, I-... W-Well..."

Meilyn tries to say something, but I'm not finished.

"And the epithome of it all was the shithead I met today! Josh, was it? Just how the hell does a girl as bright as you end up with a wanker like him?! And what would've happened if I hadn't arrived? I wonder if you were especially unlucky with him or if it was all the opposite and you're actually lucky none of the piss eaters you formerly called boyfriends got you in the hospital way before today!"

After the last phrase, I put my hands over the hips and sigh deeply.

...

"I'm sorry." I say after a few awkward moments. "I might've spoken a bit too harsh. I should've just-WOAH!!"

I yell in surprise when Meilyn suddenly gets down to her knees and starts fiddling with the drawstring from my tracksuit pants.

"Hey, HEY!! D-Didn't you hear what I said?!" I exclaim with a mixture of arousal and indignation.

Meilyn stops her fiddling for a moment and looks up to me with a very serious expression partly countered by her intense blush.

"I've heard and noted every single word you said." She tells me matter-of-factly. "And despite of how much it hurts to admit it, you're 100% right, through and through, from A to Z. My choice of men has been poor at best and disastrous at worst. And I... I have a lot to think about."

Meilyn goes back to fiddling with the string, her hands clumsily undoing the knots.

"But I have two things I'm almost absolutely certain: One of those is the fact that my constant search for a good man has finally ended." She says with pure determination, looking at me more intensely than ever before. "And that winning your heart might be one of the most important things I'll ever do in my lifetime."

Her unexpected commitment hits me like a truck. And I can do nothing but gulp down, weighed by her growing feelings towards me.

But... what do I do when that 'me' is not actually me? I feel so lost, so trapped in this stranger's body. Should I just give up and tell her the truth?

While I ponder about my little issues, she's already undone the knots and released the string.

"And in order to win your heart" Meilyn continues while grabbing both my pants and underpants. "I reckon I should start by winning over... THIS!!"

With a decisive pull, Meilyn brings down my clothing, from the waistline to the knees, provoking my host's painfully constrained dick to spring upward like the arm of an arbalest, almost hitting Meilyn's nose.

"Oh... fuck..." She mutters while looking up at the imposing dark meat rod looming over her pretty face like a shady obelisk blocking the light. Whatever she expected to see, it seems like my borrowed body really exceeded her expectations.

Thanks to Meilyn, or more like 'because of' Meilyn, my new manhood now feels harder and heavier than ever before. It's throbbing and beating, and it really looks like it has grown slightly larger, if that was even possible. Not to mention the salty sweat and slimy precum is making the whole meat shine in a rather disgusting way while giving off the exact same smell any expert nose would expect from such a degree of muck.

The subsequent silence extends for a while, with both of us staring at the exact same point for the exact same reason. But eventually, Meilyn gives off and breaks the silence.

"Th-Th-The second a-and last thing I-I'm a-absolutely sure is..." She starts, clearly struggling to keep an even voice due to the vision and smell of the monster that's only a few centimeters away from her face. "...I-Is that you ha-have a lot to explain. Don't you think, 'Devon'?" Then, she stares at me in the eye. "Or should I say, 'Mark'?"

I stare back at her, completely dumbfounded. Did she just call me Mark? How does she know?! Did I give myself away at some point?

"...H-How do you...?" I ask in a low voice, but then she surprises me once again my grabbing the base of my cock with her tiny hand. "Woah!!"

"Later!" She says, her voice hard. "Now I hope you enjoy this service, mister, because you have a lot of questions to answer afterwards.

And right after saying that, she gets up on her knees, opens her mouth as much as humanly possible, and eagerly gobbles up the mushroom tip of Devon's massive cock.

I really don't know what we were expecting, either of us, but the simple truth is that this body's scary manhood is already on its absolute limit. And the moment I feel the wetness, pressure, and warmth of Meilyn's delicious mouth, I cum almost immediately. The orgasm comes sudden, quick, and especially violent. I basically 'explode' in her unprepared throat before I can even warn her. And the aftermath of the long and chaotic ejaculation sprouting like a geiser from this beastly dick of mine is a thick layer of uneven white sludge covering Meilyn's face and sprinkled all over her clothing, with Meilyn herself looking like she just saw a ghost, like someone just blew up a balloon right in front of her face instead of a load of cum.

"Hahh... haahhh... S-Sorry..."

I scratch the back of my head in an apologetic way.