I decided to investigate what all the fuss about AI was about. My first few tries to get AI to get me a picture were laughable. Not that the pictures weren’t good, but they weren’t what I was looking for. But in not too long I got the knack. I asked AI to create a picture of an old man fishing at the side of a river. Two seconds later the picture appeared. I was charmed. I was also a little frightened. The old man looked exactly like a friend of my grandfather’s. They liked to fish together, and I enjoyed hanging around, listening to them tell stories. Then my grandfather died, and his friend came to the funeral, but that was the last time I saw him. I remember he’d put a hand on my head, gently, the way he held his fishing rod, and he’d smiled at me, and he had tears in his eyes. He was a nice man. I was only seven or eight but I had a sort of crush on him, as much as a seven or eight year old girl can have a crush on an old man. No doubt by now he’d passed on, probably long ago. So how did AI know to make the old man look like my grandfather’s friend? It was a little scary.

My intention all along was to see if I could portal into an AI picture. I didn’t see why not, but I hadn’t tried it yet.

It worked! Sort of. I was at the same river as in the picture on my computer screen, but the old man wasn’t there. Could it be because he’d died? I felt sad and disappointed. I started walking along the river. I hadn’t gone far when I spotted him. He was standing at the edge of the river looking out over it. He wasn’t fishing. He was wearing a long, heavy coat. I guess the day had gotten cold. I realized I couldn’t really feel the temperature. For that matter, I couldn’t hear the water, though it was flowing. I dipped my toe into the water, and now I heard it. And I felt the chill. Strange.

I stepped quickly along until I was standing in front of the man. “Hello,” I said tentatively. He didn’t give any sign he’d heard me. I had the thought that maybe he needed to step into the water. “You were a friend of my grandfather’s,” I said. “Do you remember me?”

“Emma,” he said. He smiled, a slight smile, and his eyes squinted in a happy way.

I felt so happy. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to ... I wanted to suck his cock. I have no idea why I had that urge. I guess that girlhood crush grew up. “I have something awkward to ask,” I said to him. “Would it be all right if I sucked your cock?”

I was afraid he’d be shocked or angry, but he looked at me with what I felt was deep understanding. At the same time I had no idea whether it was okay. Hesitantly I slipped my hand between the folds at the front of his coat. I loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and drew his underwear down until I could lift his cock free. It was big. It was nice. It felt good in my hand. Warm. I looked up at him. He was staring out over the river. A kind of dreamy look. But he rested his hand gently on my head. It was comforting. I took his cock into my mouth. The cap of it fit perfectly. I sucked him slowly, enjoying everything about it, the warmth, the size, the texture, the sounds, which were like the sounds of the river flowing. I wondered when was the last time he’d had a blowjob. It occurred to me that I didn’t know if he had been married. Or if he was gay. It seemed remotely possible that my grandfather had sucked his cock. I wasn’t bothered by that possibility. I fit my fingers around his cock and rowed him. Slowly at first and then faster and faster. Continuing to suck him, I just wanted him to come.

And just like that, he did. The first jolt was so explosive it almost knocked me back into the stream. Some of the semen splashed my chin. More ran from my mouth. A flood of it. I managed to keep his cock in my mouth while he continued to ejaculate. So much cum! Waterfalls of it flowing from my mouth. Eventually his penis started to soften. To diminish. I wanted to keep him in my mouth forever, but in the end his penis diminished to nothing and he diminished to nothing—the river was gone, and I was back in my room sitting in front of my computer with my grandfather’s friend’s cum in my mouth. It tasted good.