Mister Mister
It was summer and light from the early sunrise was just beginning to softly illuminate the bedroom where Mark lay sprawled out on his bed, naked except for a pair of white briefs. He was still asleep, but already his morning wood caused the head of his cock to peek up from under the waistband of his Hanes, lying flat against his toned stomach. The man was crossfit lean, not overly bulky, but with gentle muscular furrows that softly delineated his toned physique and revealed well-developed abs. His dark brown hair was trimmed athlete short and a two day beard growth along with his close-cropped cut clearly defined a Spartan-like helmet of hair that wrapped around his head.
Mark was a writer and, with no restrictive work schedule, he enjoyed waking each morning to sunlight--this morning was no different as he languidly came into consciousness, stretching his body slowly as he emerged from a good night's rest.
"It's about time you woke up!"
Mark startled as he heard a small, but forceful voice with a slight sibilant lisp to it. He pushed himself up to a partial sitting position, now waking fully, looking wildly about his bedroom, since he lived alone, for the source of the voice.
"Down here you moron," the tiny voice said, seeming to come from his waist. Mark stared down at his crotch, afraid to move, and saw only the bulbous head of his fully tumescent cock poking out from the waistband of his briefs. "It's me dumb ass," the little voice seemed to be yelling now, "Mister Mister!"
That was when Mark saw the small movement of his piss slit synchronized with the voice. He suddenly had the urge to jump out of the bed and run, possibly to a psychiatrist, but his body would not obey, he was frozen like a statue reclining on the bed.
"Mister Mister?" he asked timidly with a frightened squeak.
"That's what you named me, not my first choice." This is when Mark realized that the the voice was clearly coming from his piss slit, which moved like a pair of grotesque miniature lips.
"Oh, so you think I'm gross? I can read your thoughts boy. From what I've seen, all your lady friends have found me very attractive--attractive enough to put me in their mouths."
"Whaaaa...what do you want?" Mark asked incredulously.
"What did you just say?" Mister Mister replied menacingly.
"What do you want, Sir!" Mark asked again, not sure what his relationship was anymore with his penis.
"That's better. I want a blow job and you are going to give it to me."
Mark was shocked, but like most men, he had watched dogs licking themselves and envied them, but this was different.
"No, Sir! That is not going to happen."
"Wanna bet? Go fetch your yoga mat and get these briefs off."
Mark resisted, but like a puppet without strings he reached down mechanically and slid his briefs off. Then he got out of bed and got his yoga mat from where it stood rolled in a corner of the room.
"Now lay the mat out and get on it," Mister Mister commanded.
