My Directorial Début
When Marna started dating a new guy (for the life of me I cannot remember his name), she knew it wouldn’t last. The guy, a former semi-professional football player, was build like a brick house. Although he was cute and had a stable income, something Marna’s boyfriends never had, there was one huge problem: his penis was microscopic.
Marna decided that it wasn’t going to work, but before she broke up with him, she wanted me to see it.
While he seemed gay friendly and didn’t have a problem with me, we doubted he would present it at our request, and any attempt by me to sneak a peek could have resulted in the ass-whooping of my life. So we hatched our plan.
Marna would start discussing her fantasy to fuck on film. I would show up the next time they were together with a video camera and some porn, and she would say something like, “Hey, Allen’s got a video camera, and you know about my fantasy. Since the porn has you all horny, why don’t we fuck and let Allen tape it.”
Not only would I get to see his miniature penis, but Marna would have the whole thing on tape, something to show her grandkids.
One weekend, we put everything in motion. They were at Marna’s watching a movie when I showed up with some porn and a video camera. As lame as the plan was, the guy was lamer. In fact, after five minutes of porn, he suggested that I film them.
Pretty soon, Marna was sucking his cock, and I was filming the whole thing.
Marna was right. I had seen my share of small penises, but I wasn’t ready for this one, especially on a black guy. The thing, hard as a rock, barely protruded outside of his body.
There are certain things in life that you think are going to be very, very funny, but when the event actually happens, it’s just a little sad. This was one of them. I had seen it. It was small. I wanted to hide.
Soon, things turned funny enough. He started moaning and begging, “Deep throat it. That’s it! Go all the way down on the shaft.” Marna would looked up at me and rolled her eyes. Our bodies began to shake as we fought the laughter.
We each knew what the other was thinking, What shaft? As far as I could see, it only had a head and barely that.
We moved into the bedroom. He began fucking her, or rather poking his small dick around her what’s gone sour. He began moaning like a woman and panting. “I’m going to fucking come,” he began screaming so loudly that I was sure the neighbors were loving it. “I’m going to fucking come, baby.”
Marna replied, “Come on my tits.” I zoomed in for the money shot.
Just as he was coming, Marna began hitting him. With confusion in his eyes, he dropped his weak load on he chest, too puzzled and in pain to enjoy it.
Marna ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. “The next time you’re coming on my tits on video,” she screamed from the other side of the door, “don’t you dare put your arm between my face and the camera.”
