Andrew returned from setting his shoes aside, and I reached for his belt. I was irritated when he firmly placed his hands over mine, stilling them. “Wait. (Y/N), are you sure about this? You don’t… I mean to say, I don’t wish you to feel uncomfortable-“

I swatted Andrew’s larger hands away. I was eager to see my first, real penis! Specifically, Andrew’s penis. I wanted to touch it, feel it. I wanted to see if I could get him to spill his seed.

The buckle wasn’t standard, there was some trick to it, so I just gripped the bulge I saw so clearly through his trousers and wrapped my hand as well as I could around it, feeling him. The reaction I got was immediately gratifying. Andrew’s eyes glazed over like a drunken man’s as he wrapped his long arms behind my neck and groaned, throwing his head back as he thrust into my palm. “(Y/N)!”

I tried squeezing a bit, and Andrew grunted, grabbing handfuls of my hair with his hands and bringing his head back up to stare at me fixedly. “(Y/N), you don’t know what you’re doing. You must make it very plain if you want to stop, I’m losing my mind.”

Tentatively, I ran my other hand over Andrew’s chest for the first time. I let myself touch a small, pink nipple. “I… I need help taking off your pants.”

Instead of taking off his pants, Andrew grabbed me by the waist and unceremoniously tossed me towards the bed. “In a moment; kiss me!” Then he was on top of me, kissing me like a lover, with his tongue diving into my mouth savagely.

That put me over the threshold, and I let go, whatever holds the ideals and standards of my family had on me, they lost unreservedly. I kissed Andrew back, sliding my own tongue into his mouth, tasting of him, gliding my lips against his. When he pulled away, we were both panting.

Andrew laid back and slowly, watching me carefully, undid his belt. Curious and excited, I watched, entranced, as a bright pink-ish cylinder emerged with a bob when he deliberately pulled down his trousers. I beamed at Andrew, a reaction that seemed to please him.

“May I look closer?” Andrew nodded, turning a little pink in the face. I saw that, like me, he had some sparse hair between his legs. Though Andrew had a trail that started up father. I could see the fine hairs on his testicles, too! As I watched, I was fascinated to find that they moved around a bit. I pointed, fascinated. “Look at them go!” Andrew laughed.

I recalled the banana. I wondered if I could please Andrew with my hands? “Can I touch?”

Andrew smiled. “For just a moment. Men, um, often after they reach their culmination, it will take them much longer to recover. So it’s preferable for a gentleman to try and fulfill his lover before he meets his end, as, often, men can become very slothful afterwards. Many women do not have that difficulty, and are able to continue with carnal activities shortly after being gratified. Indeed, some women can reach many, many peaks in one evening alone. I intend to test your limits, (Y/N).” His blue eyes stared at me fixedly.

Andrew’s words set the urgent want in between my thighs into a panting, groveling need. I wrapped my right hand around the base of his shaft with a light pressure and worked it upwards.

Andrew gasped and shuddered. “Show me!” I demanded, impatient to get the method down to perfection and unclear if his reaction had been positive or negative. He wrapped his hand over mine and applied a little more pressure, though he went slower than I would have thought, given the banana.

Andrew bit his lip and his eyes rolled back in his head as he laid back into the pillows, gradually losing grip over my hand. I heard him whisper “Fuck…” under his breath. “(Y/N)…)” I felt his length seem to thicken further, to harden more, as I worked him. It was rewarding, as was watching Andrew’s fine chest start to rise and fall faster and faster.

Suddenly, I noticed that a drop of white liquid was at the tip of his penis. I stopped. “What’s that?” Had he spent himself? Should I stop?

Andrew propped himself up on his elbows, looking distraught. “Uh, huhm, it’s a pre-ejaculatory fluid. It happens when men are very excited. You know, very aroused.”

I smiled, noticing Andrew looked so out of sorts, so desperate. I enjoyed having that sort of power. “You liked that?”

Andrew raised an eyebrow at me and just stared at me heatedly for a moment before chuckling softly. “Well obviously.” He gestured at his erection.

I reached for it again, but Andrew was having none of it. “No! Now, it is my turn!!”

Notes

Dedicated to nikitheghoul & Maladaptive!



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P.S. I've been writing up a storm so I might need a little break for a bit (we'll see!). Sorry folks!