Jeremy and Linda lay in bed. Jeremy was shirtless, and Linda had her head nestled against his left nipple. His arm reached around her back, stroking her shoulder affectionately.

“You know, you’re the first person I’ve ever told that story to. I can’t believe I just did that,” Linda whispered softly, as a blush crept onto her face.

He smiled, appreciating how difficult it must have been for her. “I appreciate how difficult it must have been for you,” he said, “But—” He hesitated, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I think I’ve actually heard that story before…”

“What?” she blurted out. “That’s impossible.”

“No, I’m actually almost positive I have. Isn’t Tom Hanks in it?”

The red in her cheeks transformed, from the faint flush of embarrassment into the deep burn of anger. “But you told me you’d never seen a movie before!”

“I haven’t. But my old girlfriend always used to sit me down and describe the entire plot of Castaway too, exactly how you just did it.”

Now Linda was fuming. “Well did your old girlfriend give you a hand job the entire time?”

“I really didn’t want to get into this tonight, but yes. And I used to come around the time she started screaming ‘WILSON,’ just like I did with you.”

Linda was hurt. She took a moment to collect herself before continuing. “If you’d heard it already, why did you let me keep going?”

“Well, I would have just asked for a blow job instead, but you were so excited to tell me. And no offense, but I don’t think you’d be much good at telling a story with a dick in your mouth. Even one as small as this,” he said, pointing to the recently ejaculated microdick still lying limply on his belly.

“I could tell a story with eight dicks in my mouth if I wanted to!” she fired back indignantly.

Jeremy scoffed. “That’s ridiculous Linda. Nobody could tell a story with 8 dicks in their mouth.”

“Oh yeah? Try me!”

Jeremy paused to consider her challenge. “Alright,” he resolved. “If you insist.” He reached under the covers, taking his seven other dicks out, one at a time. Once all eight were firmly lodged in her mouth, she began.

“Ouh k” she gargled, as his various ball sacks lapped gently against her chin. “iz unns alld Forrest Gump.”

Jeremy leaned back, with his hands behind his head and a big smile on his face. As he closed his eyes to listen, a school of goldfish swam by above him, weaving in between his horns.

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