Gerson, my lover

Again, I find no pen in my briefcase. Mr. Batista, an older and respectful man notices my embarrassment and offers his solid heavy silver pen. I smile and take it, admiring his large and hairy hand. I blush and take a deep breath. He displays his expensive smile, disclosing his perfect white teeth. Then, he gently asks his secretary to get something for him, a missing document, I think. She leaves us momentarily. He also stands up and tells me to take my time and read the contract for the purchase of my first apartment. I nod and he leaves the room, which is furnished with the large mahogany table. I check the time on my watch and realize I’ve been here for over two hours. Geez, how time flies!

As I wait here, I admire the heavy solid pen and admire it's design, which is round at the point, like a tube and carved with some flower patterns. I hold it delicately in my hand and bring it close to my nostrils, then to my lips. It is not common to see real solid silver objects nowadays. It makes me feel important, maybe as important as Mr. Batista, that handsome owner of Batista Realty.

As I admire the pen closer, I find a small inscription. It’s from his wife. The jewel maker inscribed: To Gerson with love. I smile as I wonder about that older and hot man. He surely looks tempting in that black business suit. Moreover, he knows how to assert his authority, by gently giving orders to his employees and coming to supervise each negotiation in person. I’ve never met a more dedicated businessman in my life. He’s so kind and sweet.

Anyway, I am glad I have found his company to do business with. I am sure I can trust this man. Besides, I know I can get something out of him other than a good buy. I am sure he is used to having young men around for a very specific purpose, and I am about to find it out myself.

With a grin on my face, I put down the pen, without signing anything. Not as yet. I hear a gentle and repetitive knock on the solid oak door and start. My heart begins to race as I anticipate his coming into the room. I look up and see this hot older man, smiling and cordial as always. This time l don't see his secretary, which I take to be his sister-in-law, for I have heard it at the introduction when I met them. He is all smiles and sits across from me. What a cute daddy.

“Please, don’t feel like I’m pushing you into anything. I just wish you to take your time and read the contract. I'm in no hurry and I don't like my clients to hurry things.” He accidentally touches my foot with his expensive black polished shoes; Italian of course. What a handsome and hot man! And what deep blue eyes!

“Yes, Mr. Batista. I’d love to do that. And I wish to say I thank you for all your kindness and attention spent on me. My own daddy would not be so attentive and patient. I’m sure he’d be very glad to hear that I’ve found someone I can trust to do business with. Well, I feel a little anxious, after all, it’s the first time I’m buying an apartment. You see, dad gave me some money and told me to buy a nice place for me. He doesn’t like me paying rent. But at the same time, I wonder if he knew how hard it is to have to choose one. Especially after you’ve shown me so many beautiful ones, Mr. Batista. Truth be said, if I could, I would buy at least two of them!” He smiles.

“If you just knew how easily you can get… Well, I’m sure your dad wants you to have the best apartment money can buy. And of course I realize you wish something, well... modest, but not discarding the comfort and good taste that you’re used to and surely deserve. Especially knowing you’re used to comfort and space back home. Well, it would be an honor to take you there again, to have a look at the apartment by the park. This way maybe it’ll help you decide.” He smiles naturally and puts both elbows on the solid mahogany table.

“Well, Mr. Batista, if you don’t mind showing it to me again.” He grins.

“You can call me Gerson. Everybody here calls me Gerson.” He smiles and plays with his large wedding ring. Our eyes meet.

“Well, Gerson, I really appreciate your attention and patience. I don’t know what to say but to thank you.”

“So, I’ll be more than glad to show you again the place myself. Like I've said, I do that for all my special clients. And I can tell you that I have a very important client in front of me now. What do you say we go now?”

“I’d love to, Gerson.”

“It’s no bother at all for me, for I have all the time in the world. The apartment is near Ibirapuera Park, not far from here. I can drive you there and you can leave your car here in the garage of the company. What do you say, dear?”

“I can't resist your offer, Gerson. I’ll accept your invitation.”

“Just give me a minute, so that I’ll get the keys and tell the staff where I'm going.” Gerson leaves the room and I arrange all my papers into my dark blue leather case. Just then I notice I'm still holding Gerson's expensive silver pen. I put it in my briefcase and mean to return it to him at another time.

We meet at the reception of the company and I admire this older god in his impeccable suit. I love when he turns around so that I can take a good look at his firm and round buttocks. Not to mention the front part, where in my opinion, bulges a respectful mound. He is also wearing some sunglasses. I see the discreet Armani logo on the frame. He looks so hot I nearly have a hard-on in front of his staff.

The drive to the apartment building is unfortunately very short. I pray in vain for the black Mercedes to stop or break down, so we could have more time together. But none of that happens.

He drives carefully while smoking. He smokes two cigarettes. In the meantime, his cell phone rings and it's his wife. He is dry and speaks in monosyllables to her. Apparently, she's at the hairdresser and wants to do some shopping and wants him to give some opinion on a dress or a piece of jewel she intends to buy. He says he's got a client over and cannot speak much. Instead, he just encourages her to buy whatever she wants and show them to him later. It’s just the typical reply from a rich busy husband.

Of course I take this precious opportunity and take a good but discreet look at his crotch. And what I see leaves me breathless. He keeps his legs spread apart, so that the mound between them protrudes. I swear he has a minor hard-on right there, in the middle of his powerful legs! I have to look away, so that my eyes do not glue on his magnificent mound. What a hung daddy he is!

“Well, wives can be a pain, I can,” he smiles at me and rubs his strong thigh, for I’m sure he must have caught me staring. “Well, like I was saying, this is why you shouldn't get married, Ken.” He smiles and takes my hand very gently. “I caught you staring, Ken.” He whispers.

“I see.” I blush, while giving in to his commanding hand. My hands must be shaky and very cold. But I like the feel of his solid hard legs, the smoothness of his dress pants.

“You like that, uh?” His guiding hand now takes mine and rests it on top of something pulsing and, I can tell, hard. With the other hand he removes his sunglasses. My cheeks burn.

“We’ve just arrived, Ken.”

“G-good!”

“How do you like that, Ken?”

“It’s hard and pulsing.”

“Is it? I hope I won’t disappoint you when you see.”

“No!”

“Good, perhaps we can continue with our little game inside the apartment. It’s more private there. This way, you can take a good look at it.” He opens the door and waits for me. Of course I would not have let him open the door for me. Anyway, as we walk towards the building, I take a few discreet looks at his mound, which is protruding, but discreet enough to pass unnoticed to other people. Gerson speaks with the doorman and we pass through the heavy automatic gates. We enter a small lobby where he presses the button for the elevator. We enter.

“Ken! Please, let me just kiss you a bit. I haven’t,” his hands are grabbing me and pulling me to himself.

“They’ve got cameras!” I manage to whisper.

“Not here. They haven’t installed them yet.” He smiles and I feel his hardness pressing against me. I feel hot and daring, as I taste his mouth and his daring tongue. He takes my hand and guides it to the front of his pants.

“You’ve got to take care of that, Ken. Will you? See how you make me feel?” He rubs my hand over his massive cock and belly. The elevator stops. An old lady greets us and Gerson holds the door for her. She smiles and thanks us.

“Do you think she’s heard anything, Gerson?”

“Certainly not! She’s too deaf for that.” He takes the keys and opens the door for me. “After you!” He closes the door behind me. The next thing I know, he’s pulling me to himself and we’re back to kissing again. He bites my ear and whispers some obscenities. I moan and rub my hand over his belly and crotch. I pull him away and look around the apartment. He wishes to continue kissing me but I stop him. He smiles and begins to undress.

He removes his jacket and puts it on the counter. I stare at him at a safe distance. He loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt. I bite my lips and stare at him. He smiles and begins to dance slowly. I laugh and clap my hands, while he wiggles his firm buttocks and opens his shirt revealing his thin nightshirt, which hides his hairy chest. I bite my lips and stare at this god, undressing himself. He gets rid of his nightshirt, revealing a mass of graying hairs all over his hot body. I stare at his pink hard tits protruding, buried among his furs. I remain mute. I know I want to suck his tits and do much more with them.

He undoes his belt and lowers his zippers slowly. I gasp as I stare at him, standing on his light blue cotton shorts, holding his clothes and putting them in a counter. He doesn't remove his black socks and he folds his arms and spreads his legs.

“I hope you like what you see, Ken. You certainly know how to show some appreciation.” He smiles and stares at my own hard-on through my jeans. “Now it's your turn, Ken. Show daddy what you’ve got.” He smiles and caresses his hairy chest and protruding pink tits. Now I’m dying to rub, suck, tear him to pieces myself. Unfortunately he doesn’t let me touch him yet. Instead, he strokes his graying balding hair and smooth forehead. Then, he runs his hand over his medium hairy belly and smiles to me as he inserts a hand under the band of his shorts. Geez, I can see a large wet spot where the head of his slanted cock is pressed.

A thousand thoughts cross my mind. I smile and remove my shirt. He lusts after me and breathes hard, as he stands with his mouth wide open. He stares and licks his lips, at the same time that I am making his mouth water. I throw him my shirt and he grabs it voraciously, rubbing and tearing it with his large hands and rubbing that against his red face.

“Hey, that was my favorite dark pink Calvin Klein T-shirt, daddy!” He continues ripping it off.

“I’ll buy you ten of then for you, my angel!”

“Ten! All right! I love you, daddy!” I smile and continue my show. “Wait till I throw you, this for you to smell.” I rub my ass and dance for him.

“Oh, God! I can’t wait any longer!” He brings my torn T-shirt again to his nostrils and smells it ecstatically. Then, I undo my buckle and open my jeans. He stares at me as I lower the zippers, slowly. I observe his pleading and at the same time, his lustful eyes drink in the whole scene. He grabs his cock under his underwear and begins to thrust it. I can tell things are getting very rough and hard for this older man. I turn around and lower slowly my pants and reveal him my little surprise.

“Christ! Panties! You’re wearing woman's panties!” He stops caressing himself and stares at me, shocked by my little surprise.

How silly old rich men are! And how easily you can manipulate them! I turn around and pull up my little polyester panties, making it enter my crack even deeper in. Gerson's eyes bulge and he kneels down, salivating.

“P-please, Ken! Let me have your panties! P-please! I’ve got a collection of them from the boys... I mean, the trainees! P-please!” He wipes his sweaty forehead with his hand and heaves his chest. I parade in front of him and offer him my foot, which he takes and cover it with kisses. I pull up my panties and show him my buttocks. I feel the cold cement floor at my feet, then. I feel his lips and face under the sole of my foot. I smile as I have brought this rich man to his knees and have mastered his desires.

“Do you like that, Gerson?”

“O-of course! I love it, my boy!” He kisses my sole and I smile at him.

“But you aren't showing it, dear.” I smile at him.

“D-do you mean...” Here he rubs himself once more, displaying his thick and hard cock.

“Now, that’s better. Wait and stay where you are. Tell, me honey, what else can you do with it, except jerking off in the bathroom when your wife is away?” I smile at him, realizing I’ve found a way to humiliate him and hurt his big inflated ego.

“I-I’ll show you this moment!” He stands up and reveals his thick long cock pointing straight up to me. He takes me into his massive arms and we kiss again. I feel his tongue invading my mouth. I stare at him and he caresses and squeezes my arms, back, buttocks. I feel him inserting a finger into my private hole. In the meantime, I feel his massive manhood pointing and rubbing against my belly.

“Please, Ken! Please, baby! Can you give my meat some of your loving? Please, I beg you!”

Always smiling, I kneel down and face his massive pulsing cock. I take it in my hands and it pulses with life. I pull the foreskin back and forth again. I lick the large shiny purple head.

“Arrrgh! Arrrgh! Arrrgh! I-I haven't felt like this way in ages!” He lies.

“Don't tell me your boys at the company don't show their old boss some love and affection?”

“I-I never mix business with pleasure, arrrgh! Don't stop, arrrgh! Please, go on, arrrgh!” He caresses my hair and holds it with both his hands.

“But you're doing it, I mean, am I not going to buy an apartment from you?” I look up and smile.

“Y-yes, but please, continue, please, arrrgh! Arrrgh! Arrrgh! You're the best client I've ever had, Ken. Arrrgh ! Arrrgh! Arrrgh!”

As I suck his massive cock, I notice the large veins around the shaft. I caress his graying pubic hairs and massage his large balls. I try to fit his monster cock in my mouth and just manage the head. I try again and swallow it slowly, trying not to gag. Geez, this man is going to give me a lot of work for my poor jaw and mouth!

“Arrrgh ! Please, Ken! Please, let me, arrrgh!”

“Yes?”

“Please, let me, arrrgh! Enter you?” He moans gently while his cock jumps up and down.

“Ok, but do you have some lube? A condom?” I look up. He points to his wallet.

“I-I could surely use some saliva, and you can find some condoms in my wallet. I always carry lots. But please, let me enter you?”

“Ok.” I take his fat black Italian leather wallet and try to find condoms. I find lots of money bills, credit cards, a small little key, and two condoms.

“Put it around me, please!” He displays his massive cock. I tear the packet and grab one. I dress his big tool and wonder how on earth am I going to take him in. And what a stupid idea of using spit!

Well, relaxation is the best medicine now. I turn around and he kisses the cheeks of my buttocks first. I wait a little until he is finished. He pulls down my panties completely and parts my buttocks. I feel his tongue and nearly jump.

“I’m ticklish!”

“I-I’m sorry, Ken. I’m too excited!” He apologizes and inserts a finger. I relax and lean on the counter. I spread my legs and wait for him to enter me.

“Use a lot, I mean, a lot of spit, daddy!”

“Relax, my boy! Daddy here is going to be very gentle with you.” He inserts his finger deeper down. I move my hips slowly and dance a little dance for him. “You like that, uh? You’re used to having big stuff in you, uh? Wait until I’m into you! You’ll never forget your daddy here!” I feel his belly rubbing my back. It feels good. I feel excited in anticipation.

“I like that, daddy! I like having sex with you.” I feel his finger entering me all the way in. I gasp. I try to relax and feel his massive head entering me. It’s now or never! And to my surprise, Gerson is gentle and his entrance is not too painful. Nothing like an experienced lover and a lot of spit!

“Just relax, son. Relax.” He enters me and I enjoy his manly fragrance and heavy breathing on my neck. I feel him entering and conquering me slowly. Now I’m all his. I relax and close my eyes imagining this older balding man taking possession of me. I’m his slave now. He can do whatever he wants with me.

“Slowly daddy, you're too big.” I moan. “I’m not used to, you yet,” I bite my teeth.

“I'm being gentle with my boy, aren’t I?” He enters me and thrusts himself to and fro gently. Yeah, he is gentle with his big cock. Nothing like older and experienced men who knows how to use their big cocks.

“Y-yes, you are, daddy dear.” I try to relax. Daddy is all the way inside me. I feel his big balls hitting my buttocks.

“Arrrgh! Arrrgh! You've made me suffer today, making me wait so long! Didn’t you realize that I already had suspected you were wearing panties? I-I just didn't realize it was so hot and stuck so deeply into your ass. Arrrgh! Arrrgh! Oh, my God! Arrrgh! Arrrgh! Daddy is coming! Arrrgh! FUUUCK!” He thrusts himself all the way in, and I feel the condom getting filled with his hot semen. I just hope the condom hasn't burst, after all, daddy is very hung. Next time I’d better insist he wears two condoms, just to make sure I won’t be running any risks. His deep breathing is fast, even though he’s already come. He is sweating and feeling exhausted.

“Boy, that was too much for daddy!” He smiles as pulls off me. He takes hold of me and we kiss again. I feel the kissing is now less intense, but it surely has had a reaction in my own manhood.

“Take it easy, son. Use lots of saliva. It’s been a long time since I last had a dick inside me.” He tears the wrapping and hands me a condom. He helps me put it on.

“Hey, Gerson, it’s too big for me! It’ll come off, don’t you see!” He kisses me.

“No, it won’t. I can trust you, my boy! Daddy really needs a cock inside his ass!” Then, he bends over the counter with his head leaning on his arms. I feel really excited, entering an older and masculine man like Gerson.

As we have no bottle of lube, I spit and lube his big hole. I feel the fleshy and round buttocks and his private whole, which I find easy to gain access to.

“Good, boy! Now you know your old man is used to getting it in. Go for it, son! Rape your old man! I'm waiting for it!” He leans on the counter lazily. I slap his buttocks very hard and he raises his head. “So, you wish to rape me now, uh?”

This is going to be fun! I enter him with no further ceremony. He feels it and jerks his body. I take hold of his thick waist and pull him to me.

“Easy, boy, arrrgh! It feels great to have a hard cock inside me again. Oh, yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Easy, boy!” He moans loudly, while I take hold of his fleshy handles and hairy hips. I notice that his cock is getting hard again. Fuck, and we’re already out of condoms!

With my eyes closed, I penetrate him all the way in, while at the same time, fully conscious of the loose condom. I feel his large hole wrapping around me and I have to control myself not to cum into him right away. Instead, I slow my pace down. I move and slide easily in and out of him. In and out! After all, it’s not every day I enter the hole of a mature and balding man. I close my eyes and bite my lips. I don’t want to cum just right now. He grunts and curses.

“Go for it boy! Rape your old man! Rape me for I’ve deserved it. I deserve to be rapped! Just take this chance and make me suffer. Make it good, boy! Arrrgh! Arrrgh! You like to rape your old man, don't you? It's great to rape a married man, a father of three kids. Great uh? I wonder, arrrghhh! I wonder how you'd feel if my older daughter, about your age, my two boys, 20 and 21, and my wife were here, right here watching their old man being fucked! That would be great! Arrrgh! You like that, uh! Great! Go for it boy! Go for it! Arrrgh! I know you want to cum. Just come now and fill me with your hot semen!” He tenses up the muscles of his private hole making me cum immediately. I close my eyes and feel the explosion.

A few seconds later, I come out of him and remove the condom. He turns to me and pulls me to him again. I’ve never met a man who likes to kiss so much. We kiss again and again and again. Obviously he is a very passionate man. He smiles as I stroke his balding head and fat cheeks. I kiss him on the cheek, forehead, eyes. He smiles and does the same to me. He hums something while kissing and being kissed around his big and sweaty face.

“Do you think we’ve hit something together, son?”

“Only time will tell, daddy.”

“You show much wisdom to your age.” He kisses my hand.

“I think we’d better get dressed. I’m already feeling cold.”

“When we put the furniture up, this place will look fabulous. We could spend the winters here, drinking coffee and making love in this living room. We’ll snuggle wrapped in a thick blanket. We’ll make love and I’ll always love you.”

“Love. Well, you surely like making plans, uh?” I stare at this balding man on his pants only, showing his hairy chest and shoulders.

“And don’t you?”

“Plans are always good. But why make them when we are here, just the two of us? Let’s just enjoy the moment, while it lasts.” I take his hairy and fat hand and kiss his finger, which holds his wedding ring. I feel his furry chest rubbing me and I feel tempted to bite his pink tits. Maybe I should be more spontaneous. Well, I’ll surely do that next time we get together again.

“Do you doubt my sincerity? I mean, don’t you trust an old man?”

“No, I’ve never doubted anybody. Especially when dealing with feelings. No, I’ve never mistrusted an older man. It’s just that it’s too early to talk about winters. I haven’t even put the apartment up yet.”

“Now you’re speaking more like my wife.”

“You haven’t introduced me to her yet. I bet she must be a very realistic and down-to-earth lady.” I look around for my T-shirt and realize it’s useless. He fixes his tie and sees my problem. “Tell you what, I’ve got a spare T-shirt I’ve got from somebody sometime in the past. I think it’ll fit you. It’s in the trunk of my car.” He goes out to get it for me. In the meantime I admire this apartment. Then he comes back with a black plain T-shirt.

“Hey, it has cat fur on it!” I protest but put it on, for I have no other alternative. “By the way, Gerson, we were just talking about your wife.”

“Oh, of course! You’ll certainly meet her. She’s nice, enjoys a good life, has always been rich, and loves to make plans. That’s her to you. Maybe you two will get along fine.”

“I’m sure that the three of us will just get along fine.” I help Gerson fix his tie. More kisses.

“My wife always helps me fix my ties.”

“I guess wives like to do that.” I smile as he wipes a tear. Perhaps he is crying because he is happy. Or maybe because I’m nearly crying too. Somehow, we’ve found a way to exchange our feelings through such small things.

“When is winter?” He asks absent-mindedly. He uses a small navy blue kerchief.

“It’s around.” I look away.

“Then, we should hurry up with the decoration of your new apartment.” We both pretend everything is just fine between us. I bite my lips and try to forget this little crying scene between us. Try as I might, I cannot. Damn it!

The drive to the realty office is a short one. This time I’m thankful for that, as we have so little to talk about. After all the future remains uncertain and the present unofficial. I just feel his hand brushing against mine. I take his hand and squeeze it. He does the same. As we reach his private office, I’m introduced to his lovely wife, Margarida, who has been waiting for her husband to arrive.

“Nice to meet you, Ken.” Her voice is warm and sounds like music. Yes, music, for she seems to be always singing and living in a make-believe world. Perhaps she’s had influenced her husband more than he himself wants to admit. She’s elegant, discreet, and very affected in her manners. One would feel tempted to think she’s an actress, always playing a role on a stage. I like her for that.

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Batista.” I feel her sweet and fresh fragrance. She’s a ripe peach, but to be picked and admired, not eaten. Gerson could not have picked a better peach, I mean, a wife.

He kisses his wife and hands her one of his credit cards in a very discreet way. She smiles and excuses herself. She exits as an actress, a movie star; she glances at all people and blows little kisses, like stars picked in the air. All attention is drawn to her. The receptionist helps Mrs. Batista with her shopping bags and door.

A little later, all is back to normal. Gerson then turns to me and asks me to follow him to his private office. I follow him. Nice round and firm buttocks! And what a lovely and seductive pair of shorts he’s wearing under those pants, damn!

“By the way Gerson, before I forget, this pen belongs to you.” I hand him his pen. He does not appear surprised for my having his pen all along.

“No, take it. It’s yours.” He smiles and says it’s just a souvenir from him. He also hands me a small key.

“Beautiful key. Is it for luck?”

“No, it’s for the furnished apartment I’d mentioned to you, remember? The winter afternoons, the twilight, and both of us making love, the thick blanket?” He blinks an eye at me.

“You don’t mean it, do you?”

“I certainly do.”

“But, you didn’t say anything about twilight. You only said something about winters, both of us making love, a thick blanket...”

“But this new apartment has a lovely fireplace, a large terrace, and the most gorgeous view to the park. Besides, it’s very private. You’ll like it.”

“But, we barely know each other, Gerson. Don’t you think you’re being too hasty? I definitely cannot have this.”

“P-please, Ken.” Gerson takes my hands and pleads. I notice some tears in his eyes. I hate when men do that. Especially seductive attractive older men. There’s no way to say a simple straight ‘no’ to them. Perhaps that must be because they’ve always been pampered all their lives and have that pleading look in their faces! Damn it! I look away and wipe my own tears. I realize now that he is not only speaking about the material apartment, but my heart as well. I’m not only refusing a simple key, but his own happiness here.

“Damn it! See what you’ve done! Christ, look at me! I’m shaking! Where’s a glass of water?”

“If you leave me, I’ll be very miserable, Ken.” He manages to say. His voice is barely audible. I wish he wouldn’t cry. I look around for my drink. Neither of us move.

“Gerson, please. I’m sure, your wife.”

“So, is this the point? My wife?” He says calmly, as if to himself.

“I didn’t mean it, Gerson,” I lie.

“I’ve made many mistakes in my life, Ken.”

“Gerson, I’m not asking you to do anything, I haven’t even asked you to,” I sigh.

“I think I know how you must be feeling, Ken. It’s very understandable.”

“You don’t.” I smile bitterly.

“It’s got to do with money, with my fake marriage, my family ties, doesn’t it?”

“I wish,” I turn away from him. Forget the water.

“And I wish,” he takes my arms and stares at me. We both stare at each other. Have we really struck at something together? I mean, can this man be positively in love with me? I close my eyes and measure the weight of my words carefully.

“Do you really wish that, daddy?” I remain with closed eyes, as if afraid of a negative answer. I feel his cold but firm hands. At the last word, he drops my hands.

“Certainly, without fail!” He takes my other hand and caresses it gently. Suddenly, we hug each other. I don’t know why I’m doing this. Why risk so much? Why am I giving in so easily to a kind of happiness you can only find in fairy tales?

“I hate being sentimental! Look at me! Look at my tears! Christ, can’t we just make love to each other and just leave at that!” I cannot recognize my own voice and the truth it holds. Instead, I just enjoy the moment. I have just taken the opportunity to be happy with an older man of my dreams. And about the rest, well, the devil take it!

“You’re wiser than I thought you to be, son.”

“So, is the fireplace big?” Instead of answering me, Gerson pulls me to himself and we tongue-kiss in his large and private office. In the meantime, I feel something getting hard pressing against me...