Reminds me of that time when I was at SeaWorld and got a chance to swim with the killer whales. One of them tugged down my board shorts and forcefully gave me fellatio with its gigantic tongue. Sure it was wrong, but noone dared stop it. Those things are huge. The tongue was very pink and soft and warm. The behemoth used its teeth too, but in a gentle, playful manner.
I became a man that day, for better or for worse. I returned to the water park but a few years ago. I attended the show of the beast in question. Front row seats. In between tricks i perchanced to glance at the great whale’s eye, and caught a wink. The whale remembered me, and I it. That day, under the crimson sun, surrounded by people, the killer whale and I shared a secret moment that stretched on into eternity. And it is one moment that I will never forget, nor shall the whale. Of this much, I am sure.