Tommy In The Morning
There Tommy was, standing there with his jeans around his calves and his jocks around his thighs. His face was pointing to the ground, but he was looking up at me. He had a funny expression on his face, a come hither, cheeky half smile? No, it was something else.
He held his dick in his hands, like it was something precious. I think he could club a small animal to death with it, if he wanted to, that's how "precious" it is.
That's what I woke up to this morning.
“Tommy?” I croaked. “What’s up?”
“It’s my dick, can you look at it?”
“Um… er?”
“I was wanking and the lube dried up, but I was really close and I just kept going because I was going to cum, and now it hurts. Do you think I have damaged it?”
“Ah.” I pulled myself up in the bed.
Tommy flopped his cock down on my bed sheet, it made an audible thud.
“How did you get in?”
“Daniel let me in. Why? Is it a prob…”
“No. It’s always nice to…” I looked down at Tommy’s cock lying on my bedsheet. “See you.” I chuckled to myself.
He twisted his cock around so the side was up. “What do you reckon?”
“Why didn’t you ask Daniel, he’s a doctor?
“I’d probably get a fat if I got it out in front of Daniel.”
“The red bit? The kind of broken skin?” I looked up at him.
His face was serious. “Yeah, it really hurts. Do you think I have damaged it?”
Oh, to be young and… um… “I don’t…” well, young… “I think it will be okay.”
“I hope so,” he said deadpan. “Because it really fucken hurt when I tried to have another wank.”
“Maybe, you should lay off on the wanking, you know, leave it alone for a bit.”
He just looked at me like he had no information on what I had just said.
He pulled up his pants and got into bed with me.
“It hurts.”
“I know, babe. But it will be okay.”
“I hope so.”
“Just leave it alone for a couple of days.”
“Surely, there is something else I can do.”
“Rub some moisturiser into it.”
“You reckon?”
“Sure.”
“Where do I get it?”
“Ask your mum.”
“Should I tell her what I want it for?”
Was I ever that young, I thought. “Sure, why not.” I couldn’t resist.
“Okay,” he said. He laid his head on my shoulder.
He held his dick in his hands, like it was something precious. I think he could club a small animal to death with it, if he wanted to, that's how "precious" it is.
That's what I woke up to this morning.
“Tommy?” I croaked. “What’s up?”
“It’s my dick, can you look at it?”
“Um… er?”
“I was wanking and the lube dried up, but I was really close and I just kept going because I was going to cum, and now it hurts. Do you think I have damaged it?”
“Ah.” I pulled myself up in the bed.
Tommy flopped his cock down on my bed sheet, it made an audible thud.
“How did you get in?”
“Daniel let me in. Why? Is it a prob…”
“No. It’s always nice to…” I looked down at Tommy’s cock lying on my bedsheet. “See you.” I chuckled to myself.
He twisted his cock around so the side was up. “What do you reckon?”
“Why didn’t you ask Daniel, he’s a doctor?
“I’d probably get a fat if I got it out in front of Daniel.”
“The red bit? The kind of broken skin?” I looked up at him.
His face was serious. “Yeah, it really hurts. Do you think I have damaged it?”
Oh, to be young and… um… “I don’t…” well, young… “I think it will be okay.”
“I hope so,” he said deadpan. “Because it really fucken hurt when I tried to have another wank.”
“Maybe, you should lay off on the wanking, you know, leave it alone for a bit.”
He just looked at me like he had no information on what I had just said.
He pulled up his pants and got into bed with me.
“It hurts.”
“I know, babe. But it will be okay.”
“I hope so.”
“Just leave it alone for a couple of days.”
“Surely, there is something else I can do.”
“Rub some moisturiser into it.”
“You reckon?”
“Sure.”
“Where do I get it?”
“Ask your mum.”
“Should I tell her what I want it for?”
Was I ever that young, I thought. “Sure, why not.” I couldn’t resist.
“Okay,” he said. He laid his head on my shoulder.
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