the very bottom of my runner’s lungs, and then moved my mouth to the large, protuberant nipples at the bottom of his pecs. I sucked first one, then the other, and they grew out of his firm flesh, soft and sweet and larger than those on any nursing woman. I had played with a few girls, and had actually gotten to suck a few teats, and even fucked a girl once at the frat house just to prove that I could, but I had never tasted anything like this sweet meat. The Shopkeeper’s body glistened with sweat, and I moved on to the dark, nearly hairless pits underneath each broad shoulder, and tasted the sweet nectar there, with its strongly, eternally masculine funk.

He rumbled a low, deep, throaty groan of pleasure, and I moved down his tight abs, to his small, round, shallow navel, and to the throbbing organ that jutted up past it.

I had never seen nor heard described anything like this monstrous member – it looked like it belonged on the statue of the Centaur outside the staircase leading up to the shop. It was erect, and firm, and the vinous network on both sides throbbed with the rich blood that engorged it, but the tip remained still hidden within the uncut sheath. He was whole – as whole as he was made, as Man was intended, and not altered by any man’s hand – or knife.

I delicately licked the outside of his cock, from the sheathed tip down the shaft to the base – I could not dream of taking all of this in my own mouth, no human could. I could manage the proportionately huge orbs on either side of the base, which were each easily the size and firmness of a Florida grapefruit. I took each one separately in my ready and eager mouth, far more eagerly than I had the shrivelly ones of my frat (so-called) ‘brothers’.

The Shopkeeper let out another long groan of lust and pleasure, and ended it with a deep, throaty chuckle, and I saw that the pink tip of his dark cock was now standing tall outside its sheath. I could take only that unsheathed portion into my mouth, but take it I did, and sucked it as fervently and as skillfully as I could manage. The Shopkeeper was now flat on his back, his muscular legs spread, as I knelt between them, and he reached down with his long strong arms and grabbed me underneath my shoulders and held me straight up above his face, at arm’s length, like a child, and dangled my feet above him. He raised his head to lick and suck each of my ten toes individually in turn, and by now even my small cock had a raging hard-on. The fabric of The Shirt was bunched up beneath my face, and I smelled it and licked it and tasted it, and it was like fire and ice and salt and honey on my tongue, all at once. Then The Shopkeeper swung me like a church bell so that my legs went out over behind his head, and he lowered my scrawny ass onto his face, and his broad pink tongue explored the crack that he found there.

He fucked my still-tight 18-year-old rosebud with his tongue as sensuously and fervently as had any man’s dick – but that, his dick was exactly what I wanted. Being held so firmly under my arms, I could not reach my own cock, but