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S broke the silence.

“Is it okay if I touch you here?”

M squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. 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. The setting sun cast rays of pink and gold off the objects in the room.

“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 arm up to his sternum to anchor him in place.

His arms hung tense at his sides, locked inside hers. He could feel her beginning to squeeze him.

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 a 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.

“It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

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

“There. Goood boy. See?”

He whimpered. His whole body tingled with oxygenated blood. He relaxed into her as she nuzzled her temple into his.

“I know…”

The waistband of his jeans enveloped her wrist as her grip slid further down his shaft towards his head.

“You’re kinda big down here, huh?”

M exhaled a pleasured sigh. She began to grope the tip under the sopping fabric of his briefs.

“Oh my…”

He felt like he was on drugs. 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.

“It’s okay?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth contorted.

“Tell meee…”

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

“Yeahhh.”

She smiled.

“Hmmmm? Speak up.”

His heart was pounding.

“I love it so…”

He squeezed his eyelids tight in shame, his face suddenly distant.

She pulled her hands out of his briefs, confused.

“Oh…”

He hid is face in his hands.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“…”

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

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

He reached to stop her.

“No, no… I love it. So much.”

“Then I don’t understand…”

He swallowed hesitantly.

“Um… I’m embarrassed about how much I love it.”

“Oh?”

“I don’t want you to think…”

“Huh?”

“Uh… I don’t want to be pathetic or something.”

“Whaaa?”

“I just don’t usually get to…”

She was catching on. Her voice grew slightly playful.

“Be a sub?”

“Yeah… 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…”

“Pfft.”

“… when you put it like that…”

She gruffly pressed herself back into him and stuck out her tongue to lick his neck while hastily reaching for 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’…”

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.

“… piece of…”

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

“… work.”

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.

“Fuck.”

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

“So, tell me…”

She held her hand around the base of his shaft and wiggled it around. His cock throbbed and twitched in excitement.

“… how often do you milk this thing?”

He breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction and moaned.

“Unfff.”

Precum gushed out the tip and ran down the side in a heavy drip.

“Oh, you like that huh?”

He nodded intently.

“Tell me what you like.”

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

“I love being put on the spot about that.”

“Hmmm?”

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

“You love being put on the spot about what?”

He swallowed.

“Um… milking my cock. Relieving myself.”

Her soft hand kneaded his testicles.

“Ooh. Go on.”

He laughed bashfully.

“You’re so hot.”

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

“Oh my God, will I? That’s so cute.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he nuzzled his head against her.

“I mean… this is like… sooo good.”

“Hah! I’m literally just giving you a handjob.”

“No, I mean…”

He looked down at his cock in her hands.

“… the way you’re going about it. I’ve always wanted this.”

She masturbated him intently.

“Aww. Dude… you’re fuckin’ fun.”

“Hah!”

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.

“Feels good, huh?”

He nodded eagerly.

“What do you like about it?”

His face was blissful.

“I feel like…”

He sighed.

“… I’m being lovingly milked.”

“Aw! You are…”

He groaned.

“Wow, you love handjobs…”

He smirked.

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

“Unff…”

“Mmm…”

“Can we lay down?”

“Of course.”

They climbed into bed. She rolled him on his side and resumed spooning him, holding his cock in her hand like a keepsake. He was whimpering.

“I’m so fucking worked up.”

“Aw! Over a handjob… I love it.”

He reached down and put his hand over hers, holding it tenderly. Her face glowed warmly.

“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.

“I can’t help it.”

“I can tell.”

“Tell me your thoughts.”

“Oh, I’m way gone.”

“…”

“I’m obsessing about cum.”

“Hah! Wow. What do you mean?”

He paused.

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

“Oh my God. Please do.”

She wrapped her hand around his testicles and gave them a loving squeeze.

“Ugh… that’s what I mean. Holy fuck…”

“Go on, baby boy…”

“It feels…”

“…”

“… it’s like you truly love my cock.”

She squeezed him.

“I do. It’s beautiful.”

His eyes rolled in pleasure.

“Oh my God…”

“What?”

“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.”

“Yeah?”

“I adore cum.”

“You do?”

“Uhh… yeah…”

“Oh wow…”

“… so much.”

He sighed to himself, absorbed in his thoughts.

She paused.

His eyes took on a touch of sadness and distance. He spoke quietly.

“Can I be honest?”

She leaned in attentively.

“Of course.”

He took a deep breath.

“So, like…”

“…”

“I adore *you*.”

His eyes went downcast as he retreated within himself.

“Baby…”

He gushed.

“You’re so smart and kind and mature…”

“Oh…”

He looked sad.

“Sweetie…”

“… you look so good in your clothes, and…”

He stopped himself.

There was a moment of silence. He suddenly felt quite exposed.

“Honey, I’m flattered…”

He began to feel deeply embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I made things awkward. I should have…”

“No, it’s alright.”

He spoke timidly.

“I look up to you. I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. I can’t help it. Ever since we met. You’re like the pretty older sister I never had.”

“Oh…”

He felt a pang of regret.

“Oh no, that was…”

“…”

“… I didn’t mean like *that*. I’m not like—”

“I understood what you meant.”

“Oh… sorry.”

She continued to hold him gently. He thought whether that was about to change.

“Well…”

He very badly wished he could undo the last minute.

She stayed where she was.

She seemed to be thinking.

“Well…”

Her voice was different than expected… full of warmth.

“So…”

His heart pounded in his chest.

“… I can’t…”

He winced and reached down to pull his briefs up from around his knees.

She grabbed his hand to stop him.

“No…”

She held it and leaned in to kiss his neck.

“Oh, you sweet, sweet boy…”

He shivered.

“But, honey…”

“…”

“… I’m just a person.”

He was confused.

“It’s sweet that you look up to me, but I’m just a person.”

He didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t put me on a pedestal.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not fair to me.”

She wrapped her leg over and around him possessively.

“Ya know?”

He seemed pensive.

“I understand. I didn’t mean, like…”

She slid her fingertips down and stroked his pubic hair again. He began to relax. She whispered in his ear.

“Nah… I get it.”

“You do?”

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

“You wanna be my baby boy.”

He shut his eyes and blushed, nodding coyly.

She paused for a second.

“Well, how about this?”

He opened his eyes in anticipation and watched her slide her hand between his legs again. Blood began rushing back into his cock.

“How’s about you…”

She gave his balls a possessive squeeze.

“… be my boyfriend…”

She nuzzled against him.

“… and we do this a lot?”

He blinked blankly, processing what he’d just heard.

“Oh…”

“…”

“… really?”

The bed trembled as she laughed again.

“Oh my God.”

“…”

“Dude…”

He looked around the room bashfully.

“We’ve been hanging out for weeks. I’ve got you in my fuckin’ bed. I’m all over you…”

“Ohhh.”

“…”

“Right.”

She chuckled.

“Isn’t it obvious I like you?”

His face softened at the realization. He scoffed at himself.

“Oh. Wow.”

“Uh… yeah…”

He felt light.

“Pff… I’m a dumbass.”

“Hah!”

She wrapped her leg around him tighter.

“I dunno about that. But just relax, okay? Deep breaths…”

He obeyed, his face peaceful.

“So is that a yes?”

“Huh?”

“My proposal…”

“Oh!”

“…”

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

“You would huh?”

His cock was fully erect again. She gripped it greedily.

“… I can tell.”

He squirmed.

She laid her head back into the pillow behind them.

“Tell me what you liked about me when you first saw me.”

He moaned.

“Just your whole… thing.”

“Details. Spill.”

“The way you fill out your work clothes…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re so sexy and like… professional.”

“Aw, you like that?”

“Oh my God yes, I…”

“Stop beating around the bush.”

“Uh… it makes me wanna be on my knees for you.”

“Ooh.”

“…”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Mmm.”

“On your knees doing what?”

“Um. Giving you head.”

“Yeah?”

His cock was throbbing in her hand.

“Yeah.”

“More.”

“I need it so bad. I need my face between your legs and…”

She began to stroke him.

“…”

“… in your ass.”

“Oh wow.”

His eyes rolled at the wondered.

“I can’t help it. I crave your asshole so bad.”

“Woah…”

“I hope that’s—”

“You’re kind of a freak, huh?”

He nodded.

“How deep does it go?”

He felt her breathing quicken on his neck.

“Very…”

She purred in his ear.

“How exciting.”

He sighed in relief.

“What do you like so much about my asshole? You’ve never even seen it.”

His eyes flickered.

“Um… that it’s yours…”

She squeezed him. She seemed pleased.

“Mmhm?”

“… that it’s between your precious cheeks…”

“Oh my God, you horny little angel.”

Slimy precum gushed into her hand.

“… that it’s private…”

“Hmmm?”

“Yeah.”

“…”

“I want access.”

“Ah…”

“Yeah. So bad.”

“How bad?”

“Put your finger in my mouth.”

She reached up and poked her finger between his lips.

“Awww! You’re salivating.”

He nodded eagerly.

“Oh wow. You’re something else.”

“Mmm.”

“And what will you do when you have access?”

“Um… cry with joy?”

“Pfft.”

“Kidding. Um… look at it, touch it, finger it, rub my cock against it, lick your wetness off it…”

“Oh hell yes.”

“…”

“Do you want to *fuck* my asshole?”

He moaned reflexively.

“So badly. I can’t even—”

“Sounds hot.”

“I wanna gently hump it, I wanna pound it, I wanna gape it—”

“Cum.”

“Huh?”

“I bet you want to cum inside, don’t you?”

“Ugh…”

He was panting.

“Don’t you?”

“Uh. I want to paint the inside of your rectum with my jizz. Repeatedly.”

She squeeze his balls firmly.

“Oh you nasty fucking boy!”

His eyelids were drooping in pleasure.

“God, no wonder you need to milk this thing.”

(To be continued…)

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