“Dude!” I protested as he pulled out his massive erection.
“What? You said you wanted to draw me, and I want a portrait of my dick… What’s the big deal?” He asked reasonably.
“I… I… It’s… I… ” I struggled to find a good explanation, but my mind couldn’t catch hold on any one idea.
“See, that’s what I thought. Just draw my dick, dude. Lean in close and take a good look at your source material.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned, leaning in to take a closer look at his erection, at how the foreskin was stretched tight over it, how the veins pulsed up the its length with each beat of his heart.
“Yeah, see! You’ll love drawing my dick!” He said with laughter in his voice. “Lean closer, dude. I bet knowing what it smells like will help you draw it.”
What it… What it smells like?
As I struggled with the thought, I leaned in, my nose an inch from the tip of his erection, and inhaled.
“Ohhhhgggggooooddddddd,” I groaned as I let the breath out before drawing a second one in.
“Yeah, smells good, doesn’t it?”
“Awww, goood,” I panted between huffs…