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S broke the silence.

“Is it okay if I touch you here?”

M squeezed his eyes shut. His face was beet red.

He nodded meekly.

Her arm wrapped around his waist as she stood behind him in the dim, tepid room.

“Hmmm?”

Her sweet voice seemed to float above the soft hum of the fan in the corner.

“Is it okay?”

Her hair gently tickled his ear as she nuzzled her head against him, tenderly kissing his neck and jawline.

The sound of distant thunder echoed through the open windows. The rain seemed to be stopping.

M could hardly get his words out.

“Yes. Please.”

She smiled.

“Aww…”

Her hand had been resting on the clasp of his belt. She began to unbuckle it, sliding her other hand to his chest to hold him still.

His arms hung tense at his sides, locked inside hers.

She cooed into his ear as she slipped off his belt with one outward tug.

“So…”

He gulped nervously.

She began to slide her hand under his jeans, over the fabric of his briefs. His face felt hot.

His cock was throbbing, pointed down his pant leg. She began to grope his shaft, squeezing it repeatedly as though appraising its thickness.

“Well hello…”

She nibbled his earlobe. His chest raced, his breaths shallow and excited.

“Brrreathe.”

She squeezed their bodies flush together as she demonstrated with slow, deep breaths of her own. He mirrored.

“There. Goood boy.”

He whimpered, his whole body tingling with oxygenated blood.

Her wrist slid further into his jeans.

“You’re kinda big down here, huh?”

M exhaled a pleasured sigh, his eyelids drooping as he squirmed.

“Aw. You like when I talk about your body, don’t you?”

He nodded boyishly.

She began to grope the tip of his cock under the sopping fabric of his briefs.

“Oh my…”

He felt like he was melting. She paused.

“Hey… how about we…”

She pulled his arms up from his sides and slipped her own underneath, hugging him from behind for a second. Her skin felt warm against his ribs, even through his shirt.

“There…”

She slid both hands under the waistband of his briefs. He made a tiny, embarrassed gasp.

“What’s that? It’s okayyy?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips trembling.

“Tell meee…”

He took a deep breath, embarrassed at his own pleasure.

“Yess. Yes, it’s okay.”

She smiled.

His heart was pounding.

“I really, really…”

He squeezed his eyelids shut, his face suddenly distant.

She pulled her hands out of his briefs, confused.

“Oh…?”

He hid is face in his hands.

“Huh? What’s the matter?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“…”

She began to take a step back, her voice becoming serious.

“If you don’t want me to, it’s not a problem…”

He reached his hand down to stop her.

“Noo…”

“I don’t understand…”

He swallowed hesitantly.

“Um…”

“Oh?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m…”

“Huh?”

“I’m just a bit self-conscious…”

She was catching on. Her voice grew slightly playful.

“About what?”

“I don’t wanna seem…”

“Just say it.”

“Um… too… *eager*…”

His gaze darted around apprehensively.

“Boyyy…”

Her voice had a mischievous glint. She seemed amused.

“What?”

“You are something else.”

“…”

“I’m here like… groping your junk… and you’re self-conscious about being too into it. Wow.”

“Hah… well…”

She gruffly pressed herself back into him and stuck out her tongue to lick his neck as she reached down to the fly of his jeans.

She unfastened it, unzipped the zipper and gave the waistband a sharp downwards tug. They crumpled around his knees.

“You’re a fuckin’ piece of…”

She slid his briefs down around his thighs unceremoniously. His erect cock flopped out and bounced around, a gob of precum oozing from the tip.

“… work.”

She wrapped a hand around the shaft and gripped his balls firmly with the other.

He purred in pleasure and relaxed into her body. She squeezed his package like a piece of meat.

“Look at this fucking…”

She bounced it up and down in her hand to feel the weight.

“Unff…”

His eyelids were closed in contentment, his lips curling into a peaceful smile.

“So, tell me…”

She held her hand around the base of his shaft and wiggled it around, patting it against the palm of her other hand. It throbbed eagerly.

“… how often do you milk this thing?”

He breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction and moaned.

“Unfff.”

Precum gushed out the tip in a heavy droplet.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”

He nodded intently.

“Out loud.”

His body felt loose and pliant. His head was swimming.

“I love being put on the spot…”

“Hmmm?”

She squeezed from base to tip like a tube of toothpaste. Big gobs of prejizz dumped into her other hand. She began to stroke the head in a circular motion using it as lubrication.

“I wanna hear. You love being put on the spot about what?”

He swallowed.

“Um… milking my cock. Relieving myself.”

Her soft hand kneaded his testicles possessively.

“I bet you do.”

He laughed bashfully.

“Every day?”

He shut his eyelids, blushing.

“Haa…”

“You’re so hot.”

His sweet face was pouting in submissive pleasure.

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

“Oh my God, will I? That’s so cute.”

She masturbated him intently.

She let go of his balls to reach up and pull their bodies into closer contact, hugging him from behind while jacking him off. She kissed his ear.

“You sweet, horny boy.”

His face was blissful.

She reached down and rested her fingers in the stubble of his pubic hair around his shaft, pressing down to draw the skin of his cock tighter.

“Unff…”

“Mmm…”

“Can we lay down?”

“Of course.”

They climbed into bed and resumed spooning.

She gently kissed his neck.

“Hey.”

He smiled and reached down and put his hand over hers, holding it tenderly. Her face glowed with sweet amusement.

“Oh. My. God. You precious lil boy.”

She gave his butt a possessive little hump, thrusting his cock into her tight, warm hand. He whimpered with flickering eyes.

“You’re so pretty when you’re horny.”

He blushed.

“What’s going through your brain, boy?”

He paused.

“I just want to empty my balls for you over and over.”

“Oh. My. God. Please, by all means.”

She wrapped her hand around his balls and began to knead them gently.

His eyes rolled in pleasure.

“You’re making me like… short-circuit.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m literally just like… ‘milk for her, milk for her’, in my head.”

He felt the mattress shake with her laughter.

“Dude, I fucking love you. I am so down.”

He grinned widely.

“Yeah?”

She squeezed his hand and leaned in to kiss his neck.

“You sweet, sweet boy…”

He shivered.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He mirrored.

“You wanna be my baby boy, huh.”

He shut his eyes and nodded coyly.

She paused for a second.

“How about this?”

He opened his eyes in anticipation and looked down, watching her soft hands fondling him.

“How’s about you…”

She gave his balls a possessively firm squeeze.

“… be my boyfriend…”

She nuzzled into him.

“… and we do this a lot?”

He blinked for a second before beginning to beam with happiness at the realization.

“Hmmm…?”

She wrapped her leg around him tighter.

He began to breathe excitedly as though he’d found something precious.

“Deep breaths, baby boy…”

He obeyed, collecting himself at her instruction.

“So is that a yes?”

He squirmed, his body enveloped by her possessive contact.

“Um… absolutely?”

She giggled to herself and kissed his neck.

“Gooood boy.”

His cock was engorged, pounding with each heartbeat. She gripped it greedily.

Her voice took on a girlish, innocent affectation of surprise.

“Gosh… I didn’t know asking you to be my boyfriend would make you *harder*…”

He squirmed with desire and gently humped into her squeezed hand as though instinctually penetrating it.

Her voice grew silkily dominant.

“Goooood boy.”

She lifted her head to kiss his cheek.

His eyelids were flickering, his gaze unfocused.

She leaned in to kiss the line of stubble on his hollow cheek. She noticed a tiny glimmer of light dancing off a teardrop in the corner of his eye. She kissed his temple and cooed into his ear.

“*My* good boy…”

The teardrop grew heavy and slid down the bridge of his nose.

She squeezed his cock in her hand.

“*Mine…*”

He whimpered.

She squeezed his balls, massaging them lovingly.

“*Mine…*”

Heavy tears of gratitude beaded up in his eyes. His face looked both pained and relieved.

She tenderly kissed his cheekbone and positioned her closed hand at the tip of his cock’s head like an orifice.

“It’s okayyy, baby.”

He whimpered, his lip quivering with complicated emotion.

“It’s *okayyy*…”

She kissed his temple attentively.

She positioned her pelvis against his butt lewdly. He felt like he might lose control.

Her voice took on a sweetly maternal, instructing quality.

“*Penetrate*…”

She gently thrusted their pelvises forward, driving his cock into her tight, warm hand.

His eyelids trembled with overwhelming emotion. He couldn’t help himself. There was a second of great tension, followed by a release of uncontrolled energy.

His cock began to pulse and spew thick semen into her tender, closed hand.

“*Goood boy! Goood boy!*”

He gulped the air with relieved joy.

She squeezed tighter, his slimy jizz enveloping his head and shaft as lubrication.

His whole body was quivering with outpouring tension. She humped for him.

Her kind, possessive voice seemed to blanket him in comfort.

“*Fuck it, baby. Dump it alll out.*”

He desperately fucked her hand, unable to differentiate his own motions from hers. Cum gushed out of him from the base of his tailbone through his taint.

He felt as though he may burst into tears, his voice whimpering out of his throat apologetically.

“*Thank youu… thank youuu…*”

Her eyes glowed with power. Her voice consoled him maternally.

“*Ssshhhhh… it’s okayyy… I want ittt…*”

He couldn’t stop himself from crying. Tears of relief flowed sideways down his face onto the pillow.

The last gushes of cum gently oozed out of his throbbing cock into her willing hand as their motions came to a stop together.

His face looked younger somehow. A look of pure peace spread across it as though he’d finally confessed a burdensome secret.

She kissed his cheek and jaw sweetly.

“*I’m so proud of you…*”

He felt weightless and clear.

He took a deep breath. She motioned for them roll onto their backs, next to each other.

He sighed deeply. She reached down with her left hand to hold his right, intertwining them together in the gap between them.

He looked contentedly at the ceiling, warmly thoughtless, sighing again before reaching up to wipe the tears from his face with his free hand.

“Thank y—“

She interjected to get his attention.

“Hey.”

He turned his head to look at her.

She watched his eyes widen in boyish fascination as she began to clean the semen from her hand with her tongue, eating it eagerly. She seemed completely comfortable. He gasped upon hearing her playful voice.

“Your cum tastes good, *boyfriend*…”

He closed his eyelids in warm satisfaction as though savoring something delicious, before opening them again, not wanting to miss a second of what he was seeing.

She licked her palm and sucked her fingers clean as though she’d eaten finger food. He watched with complete amazement and delight.

“God… no wonder you need to milk that thing…”

She glanced down at his penis in acknowledgement, grinning.

“… that was a fucking *gorgeous* load.”

He squirmed with pride.

She licked her lips, took one final gulp, then leaned over to kiss him. He happily kissed her back, lovingly squeezing her hand in his. She reached up to stroke his forehead before glancing back at his lips and closing her eyes to smooch him.

“My *precious* lil boy…”

NSFW: yes

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