His Latin, mixed with a few words in my tongue, confirmed he was Roman. Luckily, I had learned the basic of their tongue thanks to Korax insatiable knowledge so I had no trouble understanding his question. Slowly, I turned to look at him, my gaze lingering on his crotch before going up to his face. "Yes, sir. I'm looking for mushrooms."

The man grinned. "Well, I think you just found the biggest one of all," he announced, striding forward.

My own stumbling step in his direction made me trip down to my knees, my face coming right in front of his crotch. Having gotten what he wanted, he took the beast out and it stood proudly in its hardness. As promised, it was huge, even bigger than mine, I noticed, grabbing it firmly to admire its shape with a long stem holding the fathead regally as if crowned by it. I breathed deeply its intoxicating smell before nearing my lips to land a quick kiss. Even more aroused, I darted out my tongue to taste it and I liked it…immensely. Wanting more, I licked the rest of him, reaching downn to the balls, then returning up to the bursting head waiting for something more. My mouth wrapped around it and I almost spilled my guts from this new pleasure.

I had no experience naturally, except the imaginary one, grown out of years of wondering how it would feel to have a warm mouth on my shaft. I recalled the exact sensations I'd wanted to try so my mouth began moving as if it had a mind of its own, following the pattern of my dreams. In growing excitement, I held, touched, breathed, tasted, lapped, licked, and sucked the vibrant piece of meat, which turned to stone. I felt it twitch with pleasure, its thick head hitting my cheek, then bumping on the roof of my mouth as it pushed to get past all obstacles. I tried swallowing it, but when I felt it too close to my throat, I pulled away. Drawing the tip of the erection back inside, I also slid my hand in the same movement that brought us so much pleasure we'd often lose our minds over it. Insatiably, my tongue ran back to his hairy balls, sucking and licking them avidly as my hand kept the rhythm going. Raising my head, my lips returned upward, my mouth having to enlarge when it came to the bulging head. It was too big to hold it all, but he didn't seem to mind as he pushed his hips to get a closer look. I sucked harder, my tongue curling around it, partly to avoid a strangling effect, mostly to feel its firm rub, filling my senses with his taste and smell. In rapture, I would have played for hours with the mouth-watering shaft, trying to fulfill its every desire. Unfortunately, he had other plans.

"Care to fill something else?" the man suggested huskily, pulling back a little.