Older Than My Mother

There seemed nothing to think about that would give me arousal and then, suddenly I saw that beautiful little golden statue. Oscar, beautiful Oscar. I saw myself in white tie and tails walking down the aisle as an audience cheered me. I mounted the stairs and stood at the podium and received that wonderful little award and smiled and waved triumphantly to the cheering crowd. I felt a tingle in that unwilling organ.

I kept staring at that beautiful image of me holding the Oscar and then the image blurred a bit as though it were a reflection in the smooth water of a lake. It was beautiful and as I stared at my handsome visage my pecker got hard and stood out proudly. Fanny caressed it and cooed like a dove. But my mind remained frozen on that beautiful image reflected in the water and gradually my white tie and tails morphed into the cloak and headdress of a Greek God. It was me, still handsome, still holding the Oscar. Then the fuzzy image of a word began to make itself clear. I realized it was the name of that handsome God. As the picture cleared I saw the word "Narcissus" appear boldly under my beautiful image. Narcissus had saved my career.