The Picture Over The Baby Grand

A man called asking for help moving a piano. I went over to see the piano. Over the piano was a velvet painting of a nude trunk, male, a big thick penis with a big head. One drop of precum catching the light. I stared, stood still. OK a baby grand.

The man looked at me with that look one man gives another. That hungry look. That and that naked penis looking down on me. I licked my lips, my mouth was dry. The man asked what I liked most about the painting.

Come look, he said. In his bedroom a small picture, black and white, a man with his penis in the other man's anus. An old, worn, faded picture. He smiled, he said it was a fake, it was taken last year in Florida. What's your pleasure he asked. He moved over to me, grabbed me by the crotch.

What's your pleasure he asked again. My mouth was dry, nervous, I reached and grabbed his crotch. It was real, he grabbed harder, and smiled. The kiss was unexpected, a kiss like I had never experienced, girls don't kiss like that.

His penis, in front of my eyes, in my hand could only be the one in the painting. I put it in my mouth and closed my eyes. A peace settled over me as I surrendered to the most amazing feeling of my life. What's your pleasure? This is my pleasure. Soon I would be the one in the picture, the one in the hands of the man, with his penis in my anus. What's your pleasure he asked, as if he had to ask.