The Magic Dick

Author note: This is my entry for the Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025.

Coincidentally, the night of my date was also exactly one year since I'd last had sex. I knew the date because it was my ex's birthday. He was who I'd had the sex with, and I'd spent the subsequent year trying to forget him.

The guy I was meeting for the first time, Henry, had picked the Rod & Perch, which used to be a run down locals' pub but had been taken over by a national chain and tarted up. It did serve food, but we were only going for drinks, and I didn't want to dress up too smartly. I'd gone for a maroon jumper dress that complemented my chestnut hair; low-cut enough to show cleavage but not so much to make it look like I was desperate. With tights and ankle boots, I thought it looked cute but still attractive.

Brianna: Here's what I'm wearing. Not sure about the gold necklace...

Mel: Gorgeous, babe. Go silver necklace x

Mel had set me up on this blind date with Henry, since he was apparently a friend of a friend. I knew almost nothing about him except that he was supposed to be both handsome and polite, which really was like the bare minimum. Would you go on a blind date with someone described as 'ugly' or 'rude'?

And anyway, I thought as I got out of the taxi outside the pub, pulling my jacket around me more tightly against the surprisingly cold westerly; it wasn't as if I was going to have sex with Henry tonight. It was a first date. Even if we were compatible, a kiss might be too much. I didn't even want to have sex; that was the reason my ex left. He said it was a lack of all kinds of intimacy and connection, but it was about sex, I knew. Sex just wasn't for me. Especially with a stranger I was meeting for the first time.

"Hello, you must be Brianna," Henry said as soon as he saw me, standing up out of his chair. He'd got a cosy table in a corner of the pub, leaving me the comfortable bench seat and taking the hard wooden chair for himself.

"Hi, Henry, of course," I said, smiling as charmingly as I could muster and shaking his hand, feeling more nervous than I'd expected.

"Do sit down. I got you a glass of wine, but if you want something else-"

"Wine's absolutely fine, thank you. Better than fine. It's what I would have chosen anyway."

"Oh, okay, good. Great."

We were both plainly a bit nervous as I folded my jacket onto the seat beside me and flicked my hair off my shoulders. Perhaps unusually, he was drinking wine too; my glass of white, covered in condensation, was untouched, but his red was half gone. I was on time, but maybe he'd been quite early. Or maybe he was a heavy drinker.

"This place has changed," I said, glancing around. "I remember when this was all dark wood and racing on the TV."

"I haven't been here before," Henry said, and the conversation lapsed. I picked up my wine and took a few big mouthfuls, partly to catch up a bit, and partly to steady my nerves. He was looking at something just above my right shoulder and I wondered if the cleavage was too much.

"So, um, I suppose I should introduce myself," he said when I put my glass back down. "I'm Henry, I'm thirty, I work in car sales, and I'm single, although I suppose that's pretty obvious." He laughed slightly. "I've never been married or anything and I live by myself near the middle of town. I do have a cat, though. Well, sort of. The cat probably belonged to the previous owner of the flat and I feed it, but I don't know if it's really mine."

As he spoke, I took in his appearance. He was wearing a shirt with an open collar and chinos, so he'd clearly made a bit of an effort. His hair was cut quite short, and you could see that he was trying to minimise the impact of a receding hairline, but I supposed that happened to most men at some point. He wasn't bad-looking but he wasn't an oil painting either, with a nice smile and kind-looking eyes, but an asymmetric nose and large ears. But I was being overly judgemental. It wasn't like I was a catwalk model myself.

"I'm not really a cat person," I said, sipping my wine again.

"Oh, are you allergic?"

I shook my head. "No, just... they don't like me."

"Ah, okay."

There was another pause. So far, no good. I jumped in.

"I'm Brianna, I'm thirty-one, I work in a cafe, and, uh, I suppose that's it. I got out of a long-term relationship about a year ago."

"Well, sorry to hear that. I mean, I'm not sorry you're here, because otherwise you wouldn't be single, but it's hard when a relationship ends." He was blustering.

"It was a year ago; I'm over it now."

"Good!"

We both drank in silence. How early was too early to leave a date that wasn't going well? I needed to at least finish my drink, so I focused on that. Even though we were supposed to be conversing, Henry seemed more content to stare into space. He even struggled to manage a smile.

"Want another?" Henry asked, picking up his empty glass.

I decided I'd give him one more drink and then make my excuses. "Alright. I don't mind getting these ones."

"No, it's okay. I've got a tab open. We can settle up later," he said, getting up.

While he was at the bar, I texted Mel.

Brianna: Not going well. Zero spark. Is it possible to have negative spark? Because this is negative spark

She was clearly waiting for me to text because she came back instantly.

Mel: Oh no! He's been hurt in the past, apparently, I thought that might be perfect for you x You're in the same boat, help each other out!

I was about to make a joke about how I was thinking of rapidly jumping overboard but Henry got back first.

"Here you go," he said, passing me the wine.

"Thanks."

And the awkward silence was back. I knew I wasn't being the best conversationalist in the world but there was so little to work with. I didn't want to talk about work; neither of us had much going on in life that was interesting; and it wasn't like he was offering sparkling topics for me to run with. There was no chemistry.

Figuring what the hell, I would never see this bloke again, I went for honesty.

"I'm not sure this is working," I said, gesturing between us.

He laughed in a relieved way but there was some bitterness there. "Me neither. Glad I'm not the only one."

"It's so weirdly tense when you're supposed to be 'on a date', isn't it?"

"Exactly. You overthink everything."

I smiled, but in an unguarded moment he let his face drop and I saw some real sadness there. Deeper than just a date that didn't work out; a man who was finding that life kept dealing him bad hands. I didn't let myself feel any guilt or pity, though. It wasn't my fault if he was having a tough time of it.

"Go on, then," he said, picking up his glass, more enthusiastic than I'd seen all night. "Tell me about the breakup. I'd love to hear a good story."

I gave him a tight-lipped smile. "There's not all that much to it."

"There must be something. Was he cheating?"

I wasn't completely sold on the bluntness, but at least I didn't feel like Henry would judge me. "Well, no, not exactly."

"Not exactly cheating?"

Pausing for a minute to put the words together, I tried to sum it up concisely. "As far as I know he wasn't actually sleeping with anyone else, but he clearly wanted to." I didn't mention the fact that our sex life had been flatlining.

"Ah."

"There's always other problems beneath the surface," I conceded, "But I think you should communicate about it, instead of just leaving as soon as you find a problem," I finished, shrugging. "I'm better off without him."

"Sounds like it."

My drink was half done and I reckoned that in another ten minutes I could reasonably leave. Maybe less, since he was drinking faster than me. I'd need to insist on paying for my own drinks.

"And in the year since?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean, have you had much luck finding anyone new since the breakup? Obviously you're single now, but..."

The truth was that I didn't like dating because dating led to sex. And sex was the one thing I didn't want; I wanted a meaningful connection and the chance of future happiness, but needing to jump into bed with a bloke after three dates sounded awful. So I'd avoided meeting anyone until tonight. And look how this had gone.

"No luck," I confirmed.

"Right."

"What about you? Got a good story? Something unique about you?" I asked, determined to get something back in return for opening up about my past.

Henry looked at me for a moment, then tried to sound dismissive. "Not really. I don't think so."

"Make something up. I'll believe anything."

He laughed. "Well, there is something... unique. It's completely true, but it is hard to believe."

Caution had well and truly been thrown to the wind now. "Tell me. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

He still seemed unsure, but leant forward anyway, his eyes on me to gauge my reaction. "It's... well, it's weird. But true."

"Just spit it out."

"I've got a kind of magical power. A very specific one. And I really mean magical."

This was why he was single, I realised; he was a total fantasist. I'd dodged a bullet.

"Intriguing," I said, trying very hard to keep any trace of sarcasm out of my voice.

Any spark of hope in his tone was completely extinguished by my response. "Nobody ever believes me," he said, a negativity coming out of him that I hadn't expected.

"Try me."

He puffed out his cheeks. "Alright. I've got a magic dick."

I blinked. "Really?"

"Yes." He sounded completely serious.

"And this isn't a joke?"

"No joke."

"And this isn't made up?"

"So you don't believe me?"

I picked up my wine glass. "Would you believe a guy you just met in a pub who said he had a magic dick?"

"Of course not."

"So you see my problem."

"But it's true."

I took the bait. "Okay. Why is it magical?"

"When someone sees it, they have to suck it. And I mean have to. They're compelled to. Forced to." He was keeping a completely straight face, amazingly.

"Nice problem to have," I quipped.

"Is it?" he replied, anger rising. "Because it's ruined my life."

I kept him hanging while I finished my drink, carefully putting the glass down in front of me. If he was going to make something up like I'd said, I would have expected it to be something fun. "Well, you can't tell me there isn't a story there," I said.

"You're right. There is," he said, relaxing again, deflating. He was back to being a man defeated by life, and, if he was telling the truth, I was beginning to understand why.

"Another drink while you tell me every gory detail?" I suggested. Why leave when I had a chance to speak to a man who either had a bona-fide magical penis, or was so completely delusional I'd be dining out on this anecdote for years?

He returned quickly from the bar since the Rod & Perch wasn't especially busy tonight. The first touch of the cold wine to my lips helped ground me again. This fairy story of his was completely insane. "Okay. When did the problem start?" I asked with a smirk. I was going to enjoy this.

"When I was twenty. No, I don't know what caused it," he said preemptively. "I wasn't bitten by a magical spider or cursed by a witch."

"Oh, good. The witch was going to be my first question."

He knew I wasn't taking it completely seriously, but he seemed happy enough just to have an audience willing to listen and not flee from him, screaming that he was a pervert. "Do you want to know or not?"

I swirled the wine in my glass and drank half of it to steel myself. "Hit me with it."

"You dance really well," Tanya said, somehow managing to whisper into my ear despite the thudding music. Draped all over me like this, other guys in the club were throwing envious glances in my direction and I felt like a king. I had absolutely no idea how I'd got her on a date, but somehow I had. It had cost me, though: I'd been on the hook for dinner, drinks at an expensive bar she'd chosen and all the overpriced drinks in the club. And, being honest, Tanya seemed more interested in her phone than me. But it would be worth it to get my hands on those tits later.

Tanya was so fucking hot. She was like a sexy babe out of a magazine or video game; wavy platinum blonde hair falling all over the place, blue eyes beneath heavy eyeliner, big tits falling out of her tight silver sparkly dress. The reflective parts of her dress were flashing as the strobe lighting in the nightclub changed from pink to blue to green, her body weight leaning heavily into me as she stood unsteadily in her stilettos.

"You too," I said, running my hands all over her. She was nearly perfect: in my jeans, my cock was harder than it had ever been.

"Want to get a taxi back to my place? I've got more booze there," she breathed, but the intention behind it felt forced. I suspected I would be paying for the taxi.

However, I wanted to fuck her more than I'd wanted anything ever before, so I nodded, exaggerating the movement so it was obvious. "Let's go."

Her place was the uni flat she shared with two other girls, who were mercifully both out. Having got as far as the kitchen, ostensibly to get more drinks, instead I tried to turn things physical and I had her pressed up against the fridge. Magnets rained down onto the floor as I pushed her skirt up around her waist, rubbing my hand over her warm pussy through her knickers, but she didn't react much and after an ineffective minute, I relented.

"I'm getting tired," she said, smiling slightly.

I was stunned. All the money, and the entire evening spent with her, and now she was going to send me home with blue balls? She was using me. I'd probably known that hours ago but having it confirmed was painful. I'd only had a couple of drunk, fumbling sexual encounters before this and this was my chance to finally get a really sexy girl into bed.

"You're so hot, though..." I said, kissing her neck, trying not to sound desperate.

She let out a little sigh that made me feel about two inches tall. Like she was dealing with some annoying kid.

"Alright, I'll stroke it," she said, ignoring me as she pushed her hand forcefully into my jeans.

I let her do it, looking around the kitchen as she undid my belt, using both hands to shove my jeans down. I groaned happily when her hand wrapped around my cock, looking at her tits one more time as she looked down at her handiwork.

"Woah, okay," I said, surprised as she roughly pushed my hands away from her and forced me to back away from the fridge. A second later she was on her knees, her hair in her face as she leant forwards and desperately began sucking my dick. There was no teasing build-up or slow licking; Tanya shoved it into her mouth hard, and there was some definite friction until she'd got my shaft wet enough. But it turned into an amazing blowjob and I enjoyed it, leaning back and taking in the sight of such a hot girl worshipping my dick like this.

"Let's go to your room," I said when I started to feel the urge to cum approaching. I wanted to fuck her while she was showing this unexpected enthusiasm, and if I came in her mouth, the night would already be over.

She ignored me completely, continuing to suck my cock enthusiastically, barely pausing for breath.

"Tanya, if you keep going like this, I'm gonna cum," I said, more firmly, putting my hand on her shoulder.

There was no reaction whatsoever. I read this as her knowing what she wanted and taking it: well, if she wanted me to cum in her mouth, I would.

"Fuck... oh fuck yes," I moaned, gripping her more tightly, focusing on the sensation of her wet lips sliding up and down my shaft, the tip bumping into her tight throat. "That's it... oh fuck, I'm going to cum."

She barely slowed down as I did, sucking hard, and instead of swallowing my cum she just used it as lube to suck me even more, thick drops sliding down my shaft from her lips. The sensation against my sensitive dick was incredibly intense and I tried to push her off, but she wouldn't stop and I had to ride through it, my eyes tight closed.

"Oh fuck, okay, that's enough," I finally said, spent and sticky. I needed to clean up at least.

Still no reaction. Even as my cock started to get soft, she kept going just the same, sucking and bobbing her head up and down, not even looking at me. Completely focused.

Seeing no other option if she wasn't going to listen, I pulled back, pushing her away from me. There was a moment's separation before she flung herself at me again, making me stagger backwards into a kitchen cupboard. Her mouth instantly took me back inside.

"Tanya," I said in a serious tone. She just ignored me. "Tanya. Stop it." Nothing. I waited a minute, but she never even slowed down. It did feel quite good, though... and my cock was starting to react again. Getting a little bit hard. Sensations of arousal returning. Maybe this was just her kink; sucking a guy off twice in a row. Well, I should make the most of it. It was Tanya after all: she was incredibly hot.

I was fully hard again and back to enjoying it, but understandably lasting quite a bit longer the second time, when one of the housemates got home. I reacted by pulling back, trying to grab my jeans, but Tanya was rigid, pushing my hands away and continuing the blowjob. Totally confused, I just had to helplessly watch the girl walk into the kitchen and give her an apologetic look. At least my cock was hidden by Tanya's hair.

"Tanya, for fuck's sake," she said, unimpressed. "Get a fucking room."

Even this wasn't enough to change anything. The housemate looked at me, eyes narrowing.

"Don't just stand there, pervert."

That was the final straw. I bent down and grabbed my jeans and yanked them up so hard that it pushed Tanya away completely, and also painfully scraped the zip against the underside of my dick. Embarrassed, I shoved my cock back into my underwear and zipped up as the housemate stormed off. It was all wet and sticky with cum, but I'd just have to shower later.

"Another drink?" Tanya asked, wiping her mouth on her hand, not acknowledging what had happened.

"I told you to stop," I said, still confused.

"What?"

"Your housemate got home and I wanted to stop."

Even Tanya seemed unsure what had happened. "Did you?"

"Obviously, yeah."

"Oh. Okay. I'm getting vodka, you want any?"

I felt disrespected by her. Yeah, she was hot and yeah, I liked blowjobs, but subjecting her housemate to the view had left a bad taste in my mouth. It had escalated a few notches too far.

"I'm gonna go," I told her, patting my pockets for my wallet and phone. "I'll text you later."

"Oh, okay. You sure you don't want one last kiss?"

Well, maybe I could do that. I was still a red-blooded guy. I made sure we were in her bedroom, at least, and undoing my jeans again meant my cock wasn't trapped in my damp boxers any more.

"Mm, yes," Tanya said happily, dropping to her knees again and reaching out for it.

"No," I said, twisting away from her. "I thought we were going to fuck?"

"I just really want to suck your cock," she said in a cutesy voice, approaching again. "Please?"

I pulled up my boxers. "I think I should go."

"No, it's okay. We can fuck."

Boxers down again. Tanya lurched towards me, grabbing my cock hard and plunging her mouth down.

That was it. I dressed, ignored her protests, and left. I wasn't going to let her treat me like an idiot.

"Well, she sounded like a handful," I said to Henry. I'd heard enough stories of crazy nightclub hookups not to be especially impressed by this one.

"Afterwards, I remember being so confused," he said, leaning forwards in his chair. "Tanya had seemed completely disinterested in me and then, when she saw it, suddenly she was impossible to satisfy."

"So your logical conclusion was that this was magic?"

Henry laughed. "At first I just thought Tanya had been crazy. But the way she reacted afterwards, like nothing had happened, was strange. She knew she'd sucked me off but she didn't seem to care; it was like she'd just bought a coffee or been shopping. She just moved straight on, and that made me think: this isn't normal."

I nodded. Obviously I didn't understand, this man was delusional, but I pretended like I did. "What happened next?" I asked, humouring him at least, since I'd asked for it.

"I'm sorry Henry, but the quality of your essays just isn't enough to get a passing mark," Maria said, pointing to the '20%' circled in red pen at the top of my printed assignment. She was my business administration tutor and in her forties, but she looked incredible. Her red hair was always pulled back into a bun or a ponytail, but that did nothing to stop my rampant fantasies about her, especially when she wore skirts to our tutoring sessions.

"Okay," I said, disappointed. I leafed through to look at some of her comments, which were all negative.

"I'm not sure what you're struggling with. We covered this topic last week in detail but you're not translating that into words on the page," she said, sitting on the edge of her desk. "Are you distracted?"

Of course I was distracted. Every second I was in the same room as her, I wanted to unzip her and bend her over that desk. "No..." I said, shiftily.

"Then what's the problem? I can go over it again, but our time before the exam is limited and we need to cover more of the syllabus."

I looked up at her nervously. She looked back, her dark brown eyes fixed on mine. Her expression was soft, though, somewhere between maternal and academic.

"This is the problem," I said, putting my plan into action. I made as if I was looking at something in my essay, but instead I deliberately tipped water from my water bottle onto the crotch of my trousers.

"Oh, crap," I said quickly, jumping out of my seat to brush the water off.

"I've got some tissues in my handbag," Maria said, being practical.

But my intention wasn't to get dry. If this didn't work, I'd claim I was getting out of my wet clothes. But if it did... I swallowed hard as I undid my damp trousers and pushed them and my underwear down, exposing my cock. I wasn't hard, mainly from the nerves, but Maria looked hungrily at it as she came towards me.

"That looks very distracting," she said, getting onto her knees between my thighs and licking her lips. A moment later I groaned as she sucked me deep into her mouth, cupping my balls with her hand.

This was finally the confirmation I needed. After Tanya, my thinking had changed from 'maybe I just have a suckable cock' to 'maybe any woman who sees it wants to suck it'. Maria had never been anything less than one hundred percent professional with me and before that moment, I knew she wasn't the tiniest bit interested in sex with me. But now I was holding her ponytail as she worked my cock deep into her throat. There had to be some kind of unnatural force at work here. I wasn't stupid enough to think I just had an irresistible dick.

"So good," I murmured, watching her moving her lips up and down my shaft, massaging my balls before switching to stroking the base of my cock with her fingers. Her wedding ring caught the light as she did, but I didn't feel at all guilty. I could get a blowjob from any woman I liked. Why not from the woman I'd been lusting after for ages? She was clearly enjoying it.

"Deeper," I said, pushing her head down, feeling her throat relax to accommodate more of my length. Fuck, this felt tight. Like a wet, smooth hole, this married woman's throat, desperate for my cock and my cum. I didn't even warn her when I started to cum; I just unloaded with satisfaction inside her, feeling her choke a little on it. The moment I was done, I pulled back quickly, covering myself up with my underwear, having learnt that this was the only way to get them to stop.

"Um, well, I still want to see an improvement on your scores," Maria said, looking a little dazed as she got up, touching a finger to her lips to wipe away a drop of cum. "There's no substitute for hard work."

"Okay. I'll study harder," I said, but I was beginning to realise that maybe there was a substitute for hard work after all.

"If you can give me a rational explanation for that, I would love to hear it," Henry said, a slight challenge in his voice.

I shrugged. "You're right. There isn't one." And internally I said: because this isn't true. Did he seriously expect me to believe he just whipped it out in front of his tutor and she couldn't wait to suck it?

"And if you'd been in my situation, with this power, you can see why I wanted to take advantage. Especially when I didn't know when it might disappear."

I made a face. "You don't think you were already taking things a bit far?"

"I was twenty: I didn't really understand consequences yet. All I wanted to do was explore where this would go next." His face relaxed and I could see that even reminiscing about the 'good times' was causing him pain because he knew what came later.

Luckily, the meeting rooms at the college library had locks and no windows. I'd booked one for an hour to go over survey responses for the marketing course, but my feeble presentation had completely failed to capture the attention of the two beautiful women in front of me.

"But the point of the survey is to measure customer engagement, not just to solicit feedback," Lara pointed out. "You don't have any quantitative methods and without them, you can't measure progress against your objectives." Lara was the smart one.

"Exactly," added Jasmine. She was the less-smart one, but probably marginally sexier than Lara, overall. However, from lots of surveys from the back of the lecture hall, I'd identified them as the two fittest girls on the course and I'd not really gathered them here to talk marketing surveys. They were both the types who filmed their workouts to post on social media, with big arses and enhanced tits, usually cold as ice to anyone they couldn't use to their advantage. But I was going to get their attention.

"What do you mean?" I asked Lara, and she rolled her eyes, pushing some blonde hair behind her ear.

"You need to restructure the survey completely. Otherwise you're not getting any useful data," she said.

"That's right," Jasmine added, unconsciously copying Lara's hand movement with her own blonde curls.

"Okay..." I said uncertainly, walking over to the door and clicking the lock across.

"Why are you-" Lara began, but when I turned back towards them, I'd pulled my dick out.

"Mm, fuck, I've wanted to suck you off for ages," Jasmine said, both girls getting out of their seats and rushing towards me. I just about had time to sit down in a chair, my thighs spread, before Lara's mouth closed around the tip of my cock. Jasmine wasn't allowing herself to be left out and started on my balls, working upwards until the two girls met in the middle. Two sets of lips moved steadily up and down my shaft, one on each side, and I enjoyed the view. Two hot girls desperate to suck my cock. Life didn't get much better than this.

"Hey, I was sucking him," Lara said indignantly when Jasmine pushed her out of the way and took me deep into her mouth.

"Girls, don't fight," I said when I saw Lara's hand closing around Jasmine's wrist, ready to push her back. To my alarm, Jasmine actually growled, an animal noise to warn Lara away. "If you don't kiss and make up, I'll take my cock away from you," I improvised, not wanting it to get out of hand.

Lara pouted but agreed, and when Jasmine came up for air they began a sexy open-mouthed kiss with my cock in between them, moaning gently until the urge to focus their attention back on my shaft became too strong. Seeing them kiss, two girls with absolutely no previous same-sex inclinations, and the sensations of the double blowjob, had me ready to go.

"Look up at me," I commanded, pulling my cock out of Lara's mouth, and to my shock I only narrowly avoided her trying to bite me to cling on. The click of her teeth coming together was loud and I recoiled, realising what had almost happened. My cock was throbbing, though, and I put it to the back of my mind so I could focus on letting them take me over the edge. They both looked disappointed that they weren't sucking, so I rubbed my cock rapidly, not wanting to lose any more time. I gasped and began shooting all over their faces. They took it with huge smiles, cheeks, noses and lips getting coated, and the moment I was done Jasmine dived back in, hungrily sucking the last drops off the tip of my cock while Lara licked the cum off the other girl's cheeks.

By this point, I was completely familiar with being prepared for round two, and I relaxed into the chair. The girls would have me cleaned up in a moment and before long, I'd be hard again. And I was looking forward to seeing what else they'd be willing to do to each other if I threatened to take my cock away. So long as there was no more biting.

"She tried to bite you?" I asked, incredulous. Well, the entire story was incredible, but that particular detail was bizarre.

Henry nodded. "And not a gentle bite either. I'd have been bleeding if she'd managed it. And that was on top of the growling."

I shook my head. "And neither girl remembered it?"

"They remembered it," Henry said, "It just didn't seem to matter to them. Like teaming up to suck a guy's cock and nearly biting it off was part of a normal day for them."

"I'm guessing you didn't set up any more threesomes," I said, laughing gently. "Too dangerous."

His smile tightened. "Uh, yes, you're right. But in all honesty, things really went downhill from there."

Life was pretty fucking good. As many blowjobs as I wanted, whenever I wanted. Didn't matter if the girl had a boyfriend or anything. If I felt the urge, I could have them on their knees in a second. And it wasn't just the hot, popular girls I was working my way through: there was something refreshing about a hesitant, inexpert sucking from one of the nerdy virgins, or a sloppy, desperate blowjob from an underappreciated member of the faculty. Oh yeah, life was good. Did I miss fucking pussy? Occasionally, but I wasn't too upset, for obvious reasons.

In fact, the increased confidence from having girls desperate for my cock had encouraged me to hit the gym and work on myself too. I could have let myself go, since it didn't seem to matter, but the fantasy situations were that much hotter when, at the back of my mind, I thought the girls were actually really into it. Into me, and not just the magic.

"Sup," a guy said as I stepped into the gym changing room, sweat dripping out of my hair from the cardio workout I'd just finished.

"Hey," I replied, giving him a nod. He was tall and built, and I reckoned he probably played for one of the sport teams. Moving past him, I tugged off my sweaty clothes and left them in a pile on the bench, wrapping a fresh towel around my waist to hit the showers. I set off in that direction, before stopping suddenly when I remembered I'd forgotten my shower gel. I turned on the spot, and the movement dislodged my towel.

I scooped it up hurriedly, covering my embarrassment, but before I could get it around my waist again, it was ripped out of my grasp.

"Hey, don't cover up, man," the guy said, shoving me into a row of lockers hard enough to leave me reeling for a moment. By the time I'd worked out what was happening, he'd dropped down and was grabbing my cock, guiding it towards his mouth.

"Get off me!" I yelled, wrenching myself out of his grip. I only managed to get half a step away, though, when his big hand shot out and pinned my hips back into the lockers.

"Don't play hard to get," he grinned, still gripping my cock.

"Fuck, no, get away from me," I said desperately, forcibly pushing his hand away and covering myself up with my hands, looking around for the towel.

"Don't be a pussy. It's just a blowjob, they're supposed to be fun," he said, prising my hands away.

"I don't fucking want it," I said, adrenaline taking over as he leant forwards, mouth inches from me. Blindly, I brought my knee up forcefully, catching him hard in the chest and knocking him back. He coughed, caught off-guard, and I used the moment of surprise to get away from him. I couldn't see the towel anywhere, and by the time I'd got back to my clothes, he'd recovered. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, then crashed his fist into my stomach, winding me. I wheezed, trying to breathe, powerless to do anything as he shoved me down onto the bench.

"Good boy," he grinned, pushing my thighs apart and closing in.

"Oh my God," I said, shocked. Henry looked at the table, not going on any further. "Were you okay?"

"I'd fucked up," he said after a pause, still staring downwards. "I got overconfident. And I paid the price. It was never the same afterwards."

"Fuck... I'm so sorry that happened to you."

Henry looked up at me. "You know the worst thing? I couldn't talk to anyone about it. Who would believe me? I just had to live with it, alone."

We sat in silence for a few more moments.

"After that," Henry said, making an effort to continue, "I resolved two things. Firstly, I wouldn't use the power again on anyone. I'd seen what it was like to have control taken away from you. And secondly, I was going to find out what the cause was. Why this had happened to me."

"Did you succeed on the second one?" I asked, curious.

"No, as I said earlier, it's still a mystery. But I did try to find out."

"Okay, Henry, what's brought you here today?" Dr. Shrens asked, giving me a kindly smile. She was in her sixties, with a bush of grey hair and a doughy body, but the glasses perched on her nose gave her an intelligent air.

"It's... hard to explain," I began, feeling ridiculous for going through with this appointment.

"I'm sure I've probably heard it before," she said encouragingly. "I'm here to help, after all."

"There's something wrong with my... my penis."

"Okay. What kind of symptoms are you experiencing?"

"That's the difficult part. It's not really like a physical problem."

She nodded, still smiling. "Well, what do you think is wrong?"

I took the plunge. "Whenever another person actually sees it, with their eyes, they... they just have to suck it. I mean, uh, give oral, um, with it."

Dr Shrens laughed gently. "I've heard of blowjobs before, Henry. But, forgive me, this doesn't sound very likely."

"I know, it's completely insane, but I promise you, it's true."

"There's no medical precedent for anything like this. I'm not sure it's even medically possible," she said, looking at her computer screen and clicking a few times. Near her hand on the mouse was a small picture frame with 'Happy First Birthday!' written on it, and a photo of the doctor with what looked like her daughter and infant granddaughter. Judging by the fading on the photo, it wasn't recent. "I don't mean to be insensitive, but are you sure these aren't just very vivid dream episodes? Lucid dreaming, perhaps, or something brought on by drug use, or-"

"It's real."

Nodding, she clicked again on something. "Well, I can refer you for a mental health assessment which may be able to help us diagnose what's going on. These things, they may feel completely real in the moment, and even afterwards, but it's important to remember that it's not anything wrong with you."

I took a deep breath. "Could you do a... physical assessment?"

She looked at me. "Is there a physical symptom?"

"No, but... you'll see what I mean."

I could tell she was wondering what a strange turn her morning had taken. The dilemma was there: if I was telling the truth, she'd be seized by the urge. If I was lying, she'd be examining me for no reason. Her voice wobbled a little when she replied. "Alright. If you want to lie on the examination table and remove your trousers and underwear, I'll have a look." She got up and began drawing a curtain around the table so I could have privacy.

"I'm ready," I told her a couple of minutes later, lying flat on my back, looking at a ceiling tile with a damp corner. I heard the snap of latex gloves and then the curtain came back.

"Oh," she said, moving towards me. I knew what would happen and I knew I needed to stop her. To cover myself up and appeal to her senses. But since the incident at the gym I hadn't been able to bring myself to use the magical power, or even to masturbate, and I was undoubtedly horny. And when she touched it, stroking quickly before wrapping her lips around me... I was weak. I didn't stop her.

Flushed with guilt, I stared at the ceiling, my cock rapidly getting hard in her mouth. I wasn't attracted to her in the least. She was someone's grandmother, for God's sake. And even now, it wasn't too late to push her away. I knew I should. I knew I was doing the wrong thing. But... but... but...

"Mm, fuck," I murmured, my cock throbbing as she slid her lips up and down rythmically, stroking me firmly with her gloved hand. The point of no return had been reached and to my shame, I did nothing. I just let the pleasure wash over me as I filled her mouth with cum, not even warning her. She swallowed easily and continued, but the regret hit me like a speeding truck and I pulled my boxers up fast.

"Oh, um, well," Dr Shrens said, blushing, clearly aware of the taste of cum in her mouth.

"Do you understand now? It's not a mental health thing, it's completely real, and I need help."

Stepping back, she dashed over to her computer while I put my trousers back on and sat up.

"I think we can draw a line until today's appointment and... say no more about it," she said, typing something, looking thoroughly ashamed. "I don't think... there's anything we can do."

"Please," I begged, desperate. "There must be something."

Finally she looked at me, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Henry. I can't help you."

"I could never get any more appointments with doctors after that. The third time I tried, they threatened to call the police."

"Wow," I said, surprised, before reminding myself that none of this was probably true. Probably. But then why go to the lengths of making all this bit up?

"Clearly searching online is a waste of time, you just get porn video results. That's why I gave up: I just had to accept that it was a curse," Henry said, his shoulders sagging.

"And that's how you're here today," I finished for him, seeing how the story had come full circle.

He laughed hollowly. "If only. There's a final sting in the tail. I had given up on sex, but not yet on love."

The end credits began to roll, an upbeat pop track playing, and I shifted slightly on the sofa, stretching my back to shake off the stiffness of just having sat through a two hour movie without moving.

"Mm, that was good," Sam said, her head resting in my lap. I'd actually thought she'd fallen asleep for a bit, but she sounded wide awake. A blanket was wrapped around her, up to the shoulders and when I looked down at her, I knew it was a feeling I'd rarely felt before: love. She was everything I wanted and had been since we'd met. Every single one of our dates had been a hit: we'd clicked instantly and talked about everything together.

"I enjoyed it," I said in response, gently brushing a strand of dark hair off her cheek.

"Any chance I can just fall asleep here?" she asked, giggling slightly. "I'm so comfortable it's unreal."

I would have sat there all night just to hear her soft breathing. "Probably best not to. You'll wake up with back ache."

"Aw. Good point." She lifted one arm delicately out of the blanket and stretched it, working from her shoulder to her elbow, wrist, and then fingers. "I've had such a nice time tonight, though."

"Me too," I said. "Are you sure you don't want me to help clear up?" I asked, casting my eyes guiltily in the direction of the dirty dishes she'd piled up on one end of the table.

"I want to spend every possible minute with you," she replied, rolling onto her back and looking up at me, eyes sparkling. God, I loved her. That smile was irresistible.

"Well... thank you. Dinner was amazing," I said, looking back at her.

"It doesn't have to be over... we could have dessert?" she suggested, her smile broadening.

"We already had the pastries," I said, her smile contagious.

"I mean... something else," she said delicately, turning her head and placing a teasing, sexy and impossibly hot kiss against my crotch.

"Sam..."

She looked up at me, her expression turning mischievous. "It's what, our fifth date? Sixth? I think it might be time."

"I..."

Reaching her hand up, she held my cheek gently. "I even put on my best undies for you," she said, waggling her eyebrows.

I laughed, but recoiled from the idea. "Listen, it's not you, it really isn't, but-"

The expression died instantly on her face. Mischief became confusion and then crushing disappointment. "Oh. Okay."

"Sam, I really like you. I do, it's just that... I can't explain."

She sat up abruptly and got up, throwing the blanket aside. "Okay," she said flatly.

"I know this sounds insane, but it's because I like you so much that I can't... do anything."

"I just don't know why you can't talk to me about it at least," she said, going over to the dishes and picking some up to take to the sink.

"I wish I could."

"Is it some kind of infection?"

"No, it's nothing like that."

"Then what?" she paused, looking straight at me.

"I... I can't say."

"Henry, I'm tired of playing games. I like you a lot, but I want this to be an adult relationship. Either we do adult things together in bed, or you treat me like an adult and trust me with whatever your weird secret is."

I ground my face into my palm. "Okay. I'll tell you." I had dreaded this moment since our first date.

"I'm waiting."

She stayed standing there, unmoving, and I could see no way out.

"My dick is magical. If someone sees it, they have to suck it. Have to. I don't get a choice and neither do they."

Sam laughed and there was a nasty undertone that I knew meant things were over. "Just... just fuck off, Henry. Fuck off. What's the real reason?"

"Sam, honestly, that's the truth."

"You're sick. I thought you were a great guy, I thought I'd finally met a normal guy who I was compatible with and who cared about me but no. You're so obsessed with keeping some secret from me that you'd rather make up a ludicrous story about your magical dick than treat me with respect."

A sob went through her, her shoulders shaking, and I instinctively got up to comfort her. But she looked at me, anger flashing across her face. "I mean it, Henry."

"Sam, please, listen to me. I can prove it."

"How?" She spat the word at me.

I stopped and looked at her, feeling physical pain at how much I had upset her.

"I mean... I'd have to show you it."

She scoffed. "Right, and then I'd magically suck you off."

"Sam... I'm sorry."

Beyond reason, she wiped her wet eyes on her sleeves. "Go on then. Prove it to me."

"I don't want to, I want you to want this. The magic thing, it's a curse, I hate it."

Her eyes narrowed. "Prove it or we're over."

I felt like I had no choice. I looked at her and pushed my trousers and underwear down.

In a second her expression had changed to pure lust. An expression I had longed to see on her face, but not like this. She walked over, almost running, her eyes fixed on my dick. I wanted to stop her and explain, show her the proof, but I was weak. I couldn't do it.

"Sam, yes," I moaned, my cock as hard as it's ever been, deep in her wet mouth. She sucked hard, coating my cock in wetness, working her lips up and down, making a tight ring. It was amazing, right up until she took a breath through her nose and slipped my cock into her throat, inch by sexy inch. I let out a huge moan when her nose touched me, every bit of my cock inside her. She held it for a moment before pulling back, continuing to suck. It was the best blowjob of my life by far.

"Sam, fuck, I'm going to-" I began, the sensations too strong to resist. She looked up at me, our eyes locking, and she slid me expertly into her throat again. Deeper and deeper until my cock pulsed and I came, bypassing her mouth completely. She waited until I was totally spent and then pulled back, my cock sliding out of her mouth, dripping wet.

She reached out to continue, but I pulled up my underwear, immediately ashamed. Once it was hidden, Sam blinked, her expression shifting from lust to confusion to panic and then, finally, anger.

"Sam, listen. I told you about the power-"

She got to her feet, shaking. "Exactly, Henry. You told me about it but you still let me... let me..." She began to break down, the tears coming fast.

"It's okay, I mean, you understand now, right? Why I didn't want to let you do it."

"But you did let me do it," she sobbed, looking at me defiantly. "You knew I would lose my autonomy, I'd be just another girl on her knees for you, forced to... to serve you. You violated me."

"It's not like that at all, Sam-"

"I'm never listening to you again. Thanks for breaking my fucking heart."

"Sam-"

"Please," she begged, turning away from me at last. "Please just leave."

By the time Henry had finished talking, the Rod & Perch had begun to empty out and there were only a few people left in the whole place. It was later than I'd thought, but I'd been so absorbed by his bizarre and yet compelling story that the time had flown by.

"There you are," he said, sitting back in his chair. "The whole, terrible tale."

"Did you manage to talk to Sam after that?" I asked, still engrossed in it.

He shook his head. "Never heard from her again. I sent texts and emails and called over and over, but nothing. Not a word. I regret what happened that night every single day. I didn't deserve her."

It was heartbreaking. But was it true? Had I been taken in by a fantasist pervert's elaborate dream?

"You're deadly serious? The magical dick thing is true?"

He nodded, grimacing. "I can't convince you, or anyone, without actually... you know. Exposing myself. So I'm resigned to it now. Nobody believes me, but I can never get my life back."

"That's kind of brutal, actually. It really is like a curse," I said.

"If I knew any way of getting it to stop, I would. I'd pay any amount of money."

There was so much pain in his voice that it was almost impossible not to believe him. But then, he was talking about a magical cock. He was so obviously a fantasist who'd perfected a sob story. No doubt so that, by the end of the night, the woman would pity him and want to sate her curiosity by actually seeing this magical penis. And by the time it had got that far, he'd probably got his kicks: showing his dick off to women. I could see straight through him.

"It's a wild story, I'll give you that," I said, finishing my glass. This one was the last one, I told myself. This had gone on long enough.

Henry looked defeated and grey. "I wish it had happened to someone else," he said wistfully, looking into the bottom of his own glass.

"I'm just going to the ladies'," I told him, getting up. "Back in a minute."

"Alright." He never looked up.

The refurbishment of the pub had mercifully included the toilets, and the ladies' were fully decked out with a diffuser, two different types of hand cream and immaculately clean facilities. I stood in front of the mirror, rubbing cream into my hands, examining my reflection. It was strange: I'd dressed up for this date and my tits did look good in this dress. And I'd spent nearly the entire evening with this guy. By any normal metric, this would have been a success. And, even without the booze, he seemed like a nice guy. If I took his cock-and-bull story at face value for a minute, there was nothing actually wrong with him. Yeah, he'd been a bit of a cocky arsehole using his powers for evil, but that had caught up to him. And he'd not had any intimate relationships for years. I could be the first person to believe him and help him to heal. At the end of the day, it was only a blowjob.

I shook my head. What the hell was I talking about? His story was made up. It was an elaborate pick-up line. But for some reason, for the first time in well over a year, I was actually considering giving a man a blowjob. On the first date. Sucking his cock. Was it so bad? Even if he was lying. It was still a good story. And if he whipped it out and the magic was fake, I could just leave. But if it was real, if that one-in-a-million chance existed... could I give up my autonomy like that? Be totally subservient to his desires. Suck him until he was satisfied, even if that took two, even three rounds. He'd be pent up after all these years.

Slowly, uncertainly, I went into my handbag and pulled out one of my hair ties. I put it on my wrist. I looked into the mirror, looking into my own eyes as I tied my hair into a ponytail. It had been a year. I was ready to roll the dice. I wanted to just do something wild and fun. Just for once.

With newfound confidence, I stepped out of the ladies'. I put on a smile. I thought of my line: 'I believe you. Why don't you show me what this magic is all about?' Flirty and fun. I passed the bar, my heart beginning to race.

"'Scuse me, miss," the barman said, catching my eye.

"Yes?"

"Your friend wanted me to tell you he'd had a good evening and that he's paid the tab."

I looked over at our table. Empty. He'd even returned the glasses. The only thing there was my coat, which he'd hung on the back of his vacant chair so I wouldn't forget it.

"Oh, okay. Thank you," I said, giving my smile to him instead. Why did I feel disappointed? It was a frankly ridiculous lie.

Waiting outside for my taxi, I got my phone out of my handbag and opened a message from Mel.

Mel: Must be going well if you've stopped texting...?

I sighed, looking up at the sky. Had it gone well? I had no idea. In a way, he'd actually rejected me. But when I'd left the table, he no doubt still thought I didn't believe him. Going through life never being believed must be a crushing weight. Oh God, now I was really believing him. No. Snap out of it.

Brianna: Had a nice evening but he just spun me some bullshit tale x On my way home, alone x

Just before I pressed send, I wondered whether Mel had known about this. Was she in on the joke? Was this some kind of set-up where she was trying to see if I would fall for it? It didn't sound like her, but maybe, just maybe...

I added another line.

Brianna: You didn't know about this, did you? If you did, it's one hell of a joke to play on me!

I locked my phone and sighed to myself. What might have been? If he hadn't left, we might be waiting here together for the taxi. Back to my place. Kissing, hopefully, barely inside the front door when I'd have made him pull it out. The magical power taking over. Sucking him right there, without even taking my shoes off. Swallowing. Then he'd cover up, go for a shower. I'd look in on him, get another look at it and jump him in the shower, soaking my dress in the hot water as I hungrily sucked him off again. I'd let him cum on me, on my tits maybe, since it would wash away so fast. Then towels, getting dry and laughing together, always threatening to get another eyeful of it. Into bed. Keeping his underwear on so I wouldn't see it. My eyes closed as I climbed on top of him, freeing his cock just enough to go inside me. His moans of ecstasy as he finally had sex that wasn't oral. Then I'd be unable to resist and I'd look down, jump off him and suck him again, tasting myself and him mixed together, taking a third load. Was it magical? Or were we just pretending it was? It didn't seem to matter.

Even with nobody around, I could feel my cheeks burning. It was so unlike me. I'd probably given my ex three blowjobs in all the time we'd been together. Could I really do something like that? Had Henry been my chance to let part of me free, part of me that until now had remained closed-off?

My phone vibrated.

Mel: Know about what? Text me when you get back safe x

Maybe Mel hadn't known. Or maybe she was doubling down. At this point, I had no idea what I thought any more. I could see headlights pulling into the car park and recognised the taxi firm on the side of the car. Lifting a hand to wave as the driver pulled up, I walked towards it. I didn't know if I believed Henry. It was truly too insane to be true. But it had been a good story, and maybe all I was doing was waiting for the right guy with the right story.

THE END