I increased the pressure, stroking with more confidence, concentrating on the head. He thrashed about, straining to hold back. Suddenly, with a groan, he convulsed, catching me by surprise. A white spurt jetted from his opening and hit me square in the face. Another, and another, until his belly was slimy with viscous goo. And still, it welled up, spilling over my hand as love overflowed my heart.

He slumped, face frozen in climactic bellow, mouth agape, panting. I wiped my hand on the grass, kissing him tenderly as warm breezes riffled our hair.

My turn.