Penis, Level 10

01:53 in early August. Someone else's bed. I am exhausted and lying on my back. Sweat is dripping from my forehead to the back of my neck. I am utterly exhausted. The girl purring in my side is running her fingers over my chest, pulling slightly at my man-fur.

"You have a lovely cock..." she breathes, contentedly.

My eyes widen.

"Uh...errr...uhhh"

It is 21:13 on a blustery wednesday night in the final weeks of August. I am standing in front of a group of my friends in the pub. Suddenly the conversation shifts to a former encounter between me and a girl who is in the group.

"He has a lovely cock..!". She laughs. The group laughs. I try to laugh, but no sound comes out. I look at my group of friends and realize they're congratulating me. I try to speak but no words come out.

"Uhh.... well... heh... errr..."

It is 03:12 in the final week of August, I am being woken up from my slumber on a couch. I am drunk and sober at the same time. The extremely nilla girl who woke me up is looking at me intently, smiling, and I can tell exactly what's on her mind. I hear a slightly deeper and suprisingly commanding version of my voice tell her to draw the curtains as I unzip my jeans. With an exaggerated politeness I request her to, if she didn't mind, could possibly be so kind as, if it pleases her, to suck my cock. I quietly sip the glass of wine I see next to me and flip the channels on TV as her head bobs up and down in my lap, pretending disinterest. I feel utterly enthralled by her submission, and, come to think of it, sheer enthusiasm. She moans slightly. I push the ecstasy to the back of my mind for long enough to explain without falter in my voice that I am going to come, and that she is going to swallow it for me, and is that quite clear. She moans; "mm-hmm.." while her mouth is over the head of my cock. I utterly fucking love it.

I come inside her mouth and hold her chin up to face me, eyes dead straight.

"Swallow." I order her. She obliges me. "Good Girl". I kiss her lips. Post-coital clarity sets in. I begin to wonder what on Earth I was thinking. Then I wonder what on Earth she was thinking. Then I wonder how I got to the couch in the first place, what day it is, and what my name is. In that order. My alarm matches my surprise when I realize who it was that just went down on me.

The thinking proves to be too much. I wince. I get up from the sofa and make my excuses.

"Vice," she says, slowly. I pause, turning to face the formerly extremely nilla girl. She smiles to herself, wiping the side of her mouth and sipping from a glass of wine.

"You have a lovely cock".

".........."

It is 12.32 on a quiet and entirely dull sunday afternoon a month prior. My 16GB iPhone 3G vibrates in my pocket. It's my brother on the line.

"Dude, I don't know what you did to that poor girl, but she has been grinning from ear to ear the whole morning. Hahahaha. Did you have fun?"

I blush and grin sheepishly. "Heh, of course I did. Frankly I'm surprised she didn't wake you up. Did I mention she was calling me Sir in bed? How the hell do they know?!"

"I don't know, but apparently she said something about you having a great cock."

"err....guess it runs in the family?"

"Hahaha you bet it does. See you soon Bro"

"uh... heh... uh..."

It is 22.46 in the early days of October. I sit in my bed typing and look down at my penis. It looks back at me, expectantly. I hesitate and push it back into my boxers. I pause and stare at the computer screen, reading over my previous exploits.

The space at the back of my neck feels cold. I rub it, and look anxiously out of the window to rid myself of the feeling I'm being watched.