John was frozen like a deer in the headlights as he stared at the scene beneath the table. Despite all the indignities he had already endured, the thought of crawling beneath the table for his meal just seemed like a bridge too far. Yet it seemed that to everyone around him this was nothing out of the ordinary. To them, this was normal for him, no, expected of him. He couldn't shake the suspicion that his is what mealtimes would entail from here-on-out.
His stomach grumbled once more. Nobody had yet indicated any disgust or consternation about this yet. In their eyes at least, it seemed that John's vulva was exempt from the social conventions imposed upon other genitalia. Besides, it wasn't like he could go the rest of his life without meals.
Derren peered under the table. Are you gonna start eating or what?
John gulped. Rolling hesitantly off of his bench and under the table, he made his way on all fours to the boy across from him. A twitch jostled the fabric of the apron. John's vulva glistened with expectation.
John grabbed the hem of the apron, and tugged it up and over his head. The air underneath was warm and heavy. John only felt one thing as he peered upwards and caught sight of his target. Hunger. There before him was the penis of one of his classmates, barely an inch from his face. The circumcised tip already dribbling pre-ejaculate. It twitched once more, freed from the weight of the apron now draped over John's head.
The penis was roughly three inches in length, with dark, velvety skin that rippled with purplish veins. A ridge of wrinkly skin traced its length from tip to tail, like the keel on a great ship. A pair of testicles speckled with short black hairs rested upon a towel Derren had draped over his seat. The pale skin of Derren's inner thighs framed the whole composition.
I can't believe I'm doing this. Thought John, as he leaned forward to claim his meal. Leaning forward, John took hold of Derren's penis at the base. Tilting it downwards towards his mouth, he cocked his head forward to meet it.
