Say nothing

Andrew gets up from the couch and takes off his grey tank top. Her abs glow in the light of the living room, highlighting her dark skin.

"What happened to practicing staring into my eyes, Lucas?" he smirks.

"S... Sorry, Master."

"It's okay, it happens to me often."

Did he mean it happens to him when he takes his shirt off in front of other men, playing sports or something? Or when he strips in front of the girls who bring home? No time for thinking, he's already on white, short underwear with a big, prominente bulge.

You don't know why, but for a moment your mouth is watering. It must be that you haven't had dinner yet.

Finally, he nimbly removes his underpants, almost with a jerk, down his muscular legs. Andrew has never been one to appear hugely muscular, but in front of you he looks like a Greek statue.

He puts his arms on his hips, shoulders back, proud, showing his...

My God.

It is huge. Long AND thick. It could be half your arm. Next to it you look like a child. It's sweaty and in the dim light of the lamp it shines like chocolate...

"Dude, you stopped looking me in the eye again..."

"Yes, Master..."

...but you don't take your eyes off his cock. Suddenly you become aware that you've had your mouth open and your knees bent for a while, partly because you're tired and nervous, partly because you're overwhelmed by a feeling of inferiority, of wanting to kneel before this God of Masculinity. You feel almost drunk.

"Really, don't worry about things like size. The point is to know how to use it and gain stamina, power and sensitivity to your lover. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, Master"