Anatomy Lesson

He grabbed my hand in his and led me to the bed. Only now did it become obvious how much smaller than him I was. My eyes were level with his sternum and his hand encompassed mine. It was distracting.

“Eek!” I squeaked as those big hands of his encircled my waist, his thumbs pressing directly over the warm space beneath my navel. Trevor lifted me with the tiniest huff of effort until I was staring down at his grinning face. I could see my look of total surprise reflected in his eyes, and the pleased blush that was slowly —

“Annnd hup!”

“Wha? Wait—”

I realized what was happening the instant before he flung me to the bed. The bed sank under my slight weight then bounced me a foot in the air. I bounced twice more, limbs flailing and giggling despite myself. Again, I had to steady my breathing and will my cheeks to cool down, though the dampness between my thighs was a lost cause. I rose up on my elbows with my legs splayed open to see Trevor staring at me again.

I didn't change my position. Just enjoyed him enjoying me for a moment until he noticed what he was doing. With the driest voice I could, I said, ”Is this my favorite activity? Bouncing on the bed?” I fake sighed and crossed my legs at the knee, the slight squish of my thighs blocking his view of shiny green lips. “For some reason I was expecting a little more…”

“Not quite.” Trevor gave me a fond smirk and a little shake of the head. “It definitely involves that as a secondary activity, though.” He nodded wisely as he crawled onto the bed to sit before me.

It was my turn to sit back and watch. The muscles in his arms and torso flexed as he lifted up to fold his legs beneath him, the shaft bobbing as he settled in place, a drop of something leaked from the tip to land on the sheets. My eyes locked on to that drop as it soaked in and vanished.

“First!” Trevor clapped his hands to get my attention. “A bit of an anatomy lesson.” As he spoke, he pointed and gestured when needed, and seemingly whenever he felt like it. “I am a human. A male human to be precise, or a man. Generally you can tell a man apart from a woman— who tend to look more like you— by our height, increased musculature, and in particular by our genitals. Our penis and testicles.”

At this, he paused and angled himself so I could get a better look. And touch. Which it seemed he didn't expect me to do, judging by the way he gasped when I rolled over to grab it with my head resting on his shins. My face was maybe a foot away from my objective as I admired the contrast of colors and textures between my hand and him.

“Gah! Okay then. We can move on to the hands-on portion early.” He murmured.

“Ooh~ It's hard… but the skin is soft and smooth.” And kinda loose, I felt it would be impolite to say, pretty similar to the folds around the hole between my legs actually. The skin near the tip bunched up like the bedsheets as I examined it, hiding the purple tip entirely as I pulled up gently. I half-noticed my tongue sticking out in concentration again. “It's so warm too…”

“Easy there, girl…” Trevor groaned as I tugged it first to one side, then the other, rolling the shaft around like a joystick. His hands rested on my head, not exerting any pressure, just holding me and petting my hair. “I should've expected this, honestly.”

I giggled.

“You were right!” I watched in glee as the penis in my hands twitched on its own and more fluid dribbled out. “This is fun!” I haven't even touched the testicles yet! When a trickle of fluid reached my fingers, I was pleased to find that it was warm and slick, even slightly sticky. Quickly I realized that it made stroking the whole thing easier. I gathered as much as I could until the purple head was shiny and wet. I leaned in closer, panting for breath as the strange scent of Trevor's surrounded me.

My test subject stiffened in my grip with my open mouth inches away, and his whole body shuddered, his hands falling away to grasp the bedsheets. It was amazing to watch his reaction— especially the testicles, they clenched, actually lifting up slightly as the penis in my hand jerked.

I don't really know why I did what I did next, it just felt right, an automatic reflex. Programming or instinct so ingrained it was practically a law of physics.

The first spurt of white struck my chin, stringing down to almost reach my neck, but I made sure that the next six went in my mouth, splashing on my tongue as the purple head pulsed. The taste! It was like my tongue finally woke up! It was salty and bitter and tangy and sharp and a dozen other complexities that I didn't have words for. Something in the back of my mind noted that his sperm count was healthy and a whole bunch of other things that were generally positive or neutral— but I didn't know what any of it meant!

Not yet anyway. I'm sure after a few more samples I can parse this~

Trevor groaned and fell back into the bed, almost chuckling as I swirled and sucked on the very top of his penis. He twitched when my tongue slipped under the sheath of soft skin around the tip. So I did it again and again until I was rewarded by a final few drops and his penis went totally soft in my mouth.

“Mhmm~!” I purred in satisfaction as I licked up the first bit from my chin, a deep need I hadn't known about until now thoroughly indulged. I grinned up at Trevor's face and wiggled my hips side-to-side, the warm emptiness inside me even more **** to be filled. “What's next?”