Four words. That was all it took to turn a typically uneventful birthday into the most erotic experience of Hazel's life.
Hazel wasn't one to celebrate birthdays, and certainly not an arbitrary number like her twenty-seventh. It was only due to the insistence of her friend Brooke that she was marking it at all, having people over for a low-key 'party'. By midnight, the party consisted only of Hazel, Brooke, and Brooke's boyfriend Marko. Hazel and Brooke were sat together on the couch as Marko busied himself in the kitchen.
Marko worked as a bartender at a fancy hotel and had been mixing cocktails all night, wearing a pair of skinny jeans that clung to him so tightly it was impossible not to notice the outline of his cock pressed against his left thigh. Each time he brought the girls a round of drinks, Hazel found it harder and harder to look away.
She had lost track of how many glasses she'd been handed by the tall, broad-shouldered mixologist. But she didn't realise just how drunk she was until, as Marko walked towards the girls once more, Brooke playfully slapped her on the arm.
"Stop staring at my boyfriend's dick!" Brooke laughed. "Even if it is on display."
Hazel was mortified and quickly turned her head away from where she had, in fact, been gazing at Marko's cock. It wasn't so much the size, but she was intrigued by its shape. She blushed.
"I quite like being objectified," Marko joked, handing the girls two espresso martinis. "I don't know what you're always complaining about." He grinned and picked up his glass - scotch, neat. He remained on his feet as he took a sip, looking down at the girls.
Brooke was naturally pretty, and glamorously made up. Her dyed red hair came to her shoulders, framing her face, a chinese-inspired dress clinging to her toned figure.
Hazel had refused to dress up on principle, wearing black leggings under an oversized checked shirt that almost reached her knees. But her natural e-cup breasts were hard to hide, the shirt open just far enough to offer a generous view which Marko was enjoying.
"Are you going to sit down?" asked Brooke.
"And deny Hazel the chance to look at my junk? Come on, it's her birthday!"
"I think she could draw it from memory already." Brooke turned to her friend.
"I'm only joking. In fact," she turned Hazel's head back to face Marko, then put her hand over his bulge and gently stroked it. "Why don't I show you its party trick?"
"Not here!" Marko half-whispered, pushing her hand away. But it was too late - he was already getting hard, the bulge becoming a full 3D diagram. As the head swelled, its outline was unmistakable - a clear, clean ridge.
"Are you...," Hazel began, drawing out the second word slowly as she tried to think of a polite word.
"Circumcised?" Marko was way ahead of her. "Sure am. And proud."
Hazel turned to Brooke, a quizzical expression on her face. Brooke smiled a filthy smile.
"Yes, and yes." The two questions her girlfriends always asked - does it feel different, and do you like it.
That's when it happened. The four words, simply a thought in Hazel's mind that she would never dare articulate, bypassed her social filter and tumbled out of her mouth.
"Can I see it?"
Brooke shrieked with laughter, shocked and impressed by Hazel's drunken boldness and shameless thirst. Marko instinctively reached for his semi-hard cock, half-covering it and half-stroking it. He could sense a tension. Brooke looked up at him, shrugged, and raised her eyebrows.
"I'd be happy to show you my favourite toy," she said, pulling Marko closer, until he was standing directly in front of her. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, his growing erection clearly visible through and barely contained by the fabric of his boxers.
Hazel watched, speechless, as Brooke sharply tugged the waistband of Marko's boxers and his hard cock sprang free. It wasn't huge - perhaps seven inches - but it was thick, and Hazel was captivated by the prettiest cock head she'd ever seen. It had an even, clean cut ridge even thicker than the shaft, which tapered off to the tip. The skin looked darker than Hazel had seen on the uncut guys she'd been with, and the skin more coarse. But it looked so appealing - streamlined yet ribbed for extra stimulation.
"Nice, isn't it?" Brooke asked, seeing the awe and arousal in Hazel's eyes.
"It looks like the ones you see in porn," Hazel sighed.
Brooke pushed Marko forward - stumbling, his boxers halfway down his legs - towards Hazel until his erection was inches from her face.
"Do you want to touch it?"
