(*warning* contains 19+ content)
Ever since I put you in the bathtub, no, even before that when you were completely drenched in rain, I wanted to do this.
Andrea’s voice was filled with desire. It was a bit scary to hear his voice like that for the first time. He climbed on top of me and kissed my cheek. I’m glad he didn’t use his lips. I really didn’t like kissing with the mouth that had been sucking on my dick.
Andrea pressed his lips against my cheek, nose, and eyelids, and playfully rubbed his lower body against mine. His pants were directly touching my genitals, and every time there was friction, it felt rough and ticklish. My recently ejaculated penis accepted that as pleasure.
“Ugh…….”
I tried to push my hips back, but I was lying on the bed with him on top of me, so I couldn’t escape. Andrea moved his waist as if we were having sex. He softly pulled back and roughly thrust forward, making my body bounce up and down.
“Hey, move away….!”
I whimpered and pushed his shoulders. Of course, Andrea didn’t even flinch.
“Del, how can it be pink there? Your nipples are also very pretty. Is your butt pink too?”
He whispered carefully so as not to hurt my ear. His fingers slowly slid towards my buttocks.
“Let go of me, you fucking bastard!”
“It’s a shame it’s dark. I want to see the color of your butt too.”
“Get lost! This is not my body!”
As I yelled, Andrea chuckled softly. The sound of his laughter in my ear was strangely pleasant, not fitting with the situation. A strange sensation spread from my heels up my body.
“That’s right. But I had this thought. Wouldn’t it just attack Mr. Fake Del Narcissus rather than tormenting and hurting the real Del Narcissus?”
Those words made my heart feel cold like it had been splashed with cold water.
“……What?”
“What’s important to me is the real thing.”
At that moment, Andrea’s finger entered inside.
“Ahh!”
It was just one finger, but it felt too thick and long. Is it the middle finger? It must be the middle finger. No, this isn’t some finger-guessing game, damn it. Along with a strange sensation, the coldness I felt earlier intensified. The sensation was almost like being too cold.
His finger roamed inside, searching for something. Every time the finger moved, my insides tingled and itched.
“Uh, no…!”
With each touch of his finger, a burning heat spread. And then, when he pressed a certain spot, an unbelievable pleasure spread through my body like melting snow.
“Ah!”
My hips twisted and my inner thighs trembled uncontrollably. My penis was standing tall and swollen ready to burst.
Andrea lightly tapped my sensitive area, he rubbed my area in a circular motion
“Ha… No, uh, there……”
Without realizing it, I lifted my hips and let out a moan. In response, Andrea licked my earlobe with his tongue.
“Huh!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah…huh…”
“That’s not it?”
He pulled his finger out slightly and pressed onto the entrance, asking with a deep voice. It was like preparing the passage before entering the gate, and it made me feel nervous. I clenched my teeth and ordered him sternly.
“Take that middle finger out right now.”
At that, Andrea chuckled softly.
“Middle finger? This is the index finger.”
It’s not the middle finger, but the index finger? I was stunned and couldn’t speak. Then how long is the middle finger?
If it’s only this much, I can believe it even if you say it’s ten times bigger.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s a thumb or a forefinger. I’m only going to use my own dick anyway.”
Not a thumb or a forefinger, but a dick. He added.
I closed my eyes tightly in shame. I couldn’t take it anymore. But Andrea didn’t leave me alone, trying to ignore the whole situation.
“Mr Fake, open your eyes. Open them and look properly. I’ll give it to you right away if you want it.”
I don’t want that! I’ll never want anything like that! I opened my mouth to say that but different words came out.
“I want it.”
“I want it like crazy. Actually, I like it when someone desires me. I want to be loved.”
No! What bullshit! I wanted to scream. It was my voice just now, but it didn’t sound like my voice at all.
“Ugh!”
I jumped out of bed and got up. It was dawn and the room was filled with a bright blue color. I looked next to me while breathing heavily. Andrea was sleeping with his eyes closed, holding onto my left hand tightly.
What’s going on…?
I couldn’t understand the situation and stupidly stared at Andrea’s sleeping face. This bastard was making fun of me just a moment ago. Why is he pretending to be asleep?
There’s no way that vivid scene was a dream. To prove it to myself, I pulled down the blanket. When I was asleep, did Andrea take off my pants and suck here…? But I was wearing my pants properly. Although the front was bulging and visibly wet.
“It can’t be…… It can’t be.”
I repeated, trying to convince myself. But I couldn’t deny the evidence in front of me. I couldn’t deny the fact even if I wanted it too.
I pulled my pants up while muttering and checked the state of my underwear.
“Ha ha….. ahaha…….”
Just in case, I put my hand in and felt around. There was no pain or lingering feeling of anything foreign. I just felt guilty for touching an inappropriate area.
So, it wasn’t Andrea who attacked me. It wasn’t him who had done anything with his fingers. It was just me, having a dirty dream. I quietly removed my hand from Andrea’s hand and got out of bed. My crotch was cold and sticky, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I could feel the semen trickling down my buttocks and every time I walked, I could feel the slimy fluid between my buttocks.
I quickly ran to the bathroom and locked the door, taking off my pants and underwear. Then I frantically wiped my lower body with the remaining water in the bathtub. The water was cold, but I didn’t care. Getting rid of this impure trace was my first priority.
After wiping off the remnants of the sticky fluid on my skin, and washing my pants and underwear in the water, I finally grabbed my hardened penis, still affected by the dream.
“Fuck, this is absolutely ridiculous.”
I started to shake my erect penis up and down. It was a mechanical movement driven by my determination to get rid of this damn thing.
“Ever since I put you in the bathtub, no, even before that when you were completely drenched in rain, I wanted to do this.”
The words that Andrea had said in my dream kept echoing in my head. They say that dreams reflect a person’s subconscious. Then what is it? Did my subconscious want Andrea to say these things? Don’t be ridiculous.
I moved my hand faster and harder. Faster, before Andrea wakes up.
A sharp and rough sensation rose. It wasn’t even close to the feeling in my dream. No, was it really a dream? It felt so vivid. So….. good.
“What’s so good about it, you crazy bastard, ah, huh, hoo……!”
I didn’t realize it, but the rebuttal sprang out, but the meaningless sound scattered and disappeared due to the movements. A thick white liquid fell to the bathroom floor with a thud. I exhaled the breath I had been holding and refilled the bathtub with water. With an attitude similar to that of a restaurant owner preparing for dawn business, I wiped my genitals and the floor clean with water.
It was over. Without any embarrassment, I stood up and the shame disappeared. The marks of pleasure left on my clothes were also washed away in the water. There was a bit of water left in the bathroom, but it would be resolved if I just said I took a cold bath at dawn.
I wrung my wet clothes and hung them on the towel rack. Where was the pants I wore yesterday? They must have dried overnight, so I should wear them. I thought to myself and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door.
“You got up so early?”
“Ahh!”
I was startled by Andrea, who appeared like a ghost, and almost slipped. If Andrea hadn’t quickly supported my waist, I might have fallen and hit my head.
“I’m sorry, I surprised you.”
He grabbed my waist with force. When Andrea pulled me into his arms like a dancing partner and smiled as habit.
Tuk.
I felt a strange sensation below. Andrea and I both looked down at the same time without knowing who went to look first.
“hmm”
Andrea whispered.
“Del, why… are you completely naked below?”
It was a true case of missing bottoms. Anyone could see that a reddened penis was resting Andrea’s thigh, making it clear that he had just masturbated.
“This is a dream. It has to be a dream. Earlier, that was also a dream, but does it make sense that this is reality?
I laughed, raised my hand high, then slapped my cheek. Clang. Along with a loud noise, a sharp pain came.
“Del!”
Andrea, who pampered Del Narcissus’s body, was taken aback and cupped my cheek.
“It’s not a dream.”
I said with a smile on my face.
“This has to be another dream, damn it, no………….”
(*warning* contains 19+ content)
Ever since I put you in the bathtub, no, even before that when you were completely drenched in rain, I wanted to do this.
Andrea’s voice was filled with desire. It was a bit scary to hear his voice like that for the first time. He climbed on top of me and kissed my cheek. I’m glad he didn’t use his lips. I really didn’t like kissing with the mouth that had been sucking on my dick.
Andrea pressed his lips against my cheek, nose, and eyelids, and playfully rubbed his lower body against mine. His pants were directly touching my genitals, and every time there was friction, it felt rough and ticklish. My recently ejaculated penis accepted that as pleasure.
“Ugh…….”
I tried to push my hips back, but I was lying on the bed with him on top of me, so I couldn’t escape. Andrea moved his waist as if we were having sex. He softly pulled back and roughly thrust forward, making my body bounce up and down.
“Hey, move away….!”
I whimpered and pushed his shoulders. Of course, Andrea didn’t even flinch.
“Del, how can it be pink there? Your nipples are also very pretty. Is your butt pink too?”
He whispered carefully so as not to hurt my ear. His fingers slowly slid towards my buttocks.
“Let go of me, you fucking bastard!”
“It’s a shame it’s dark. I want to see the color of your butt too.”
“Get lost! This is not my body!”
As I yelled, Andrea chuckled softly. The sound of his laughter in my ear was strangely pleasant, not fitting with the situation. A strange sensation spread from my heels up my body.
“That’s right. But I had this thought. Wouldn’t it just attack Mr. Fake Del Narcissus rather than tormenting and hurting the real Del Narcissus?”
Those words made my heart feel cold like it had been splashed with cold water.
“……What?”
“What’s important to me is the real thing.”
At that moment, Andrea’s finger entered inside.
“Ahh!”
It was just one finger, but it felt too thick and long. Is it the middle finger? It must be the middle finger. No, this isn’t some finger-guessing game, damn it. Along with a strange sensation, the coldness I felt earlier intensified. The sensation was almost like being too cold.
His finger roamed inside, searching for something. Every time the finger moved, my insides tingled and itched.
“Uh, no…!”
With each touch of his finger, a burning heat spread. And then, when he pressed a certain spot, an unbelievable pleasure spread through my body like melting snow.
“Ah!”
My hips twisted and my inner thighs trembled uncontrollably. My penis was standing tall and swollen ready to burst.
Andrea lightly tapped my sensitive area, he rubbed my area in a circular motion
“Ha… No, uh, there……”
Without realizing it, I lifted my hips and let out a moan. In response, Andrea licked my earlobe with his tongue.
“Huh!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah…huh…”
“That’s not it?”
He pulled his finger out slightly and pressed onto the entrance, asking with a deep voice. It was like preparing the passage before entering the gate, and it made me feel nervous. I clenched my teeth and ordered him sternly.
“Take that middle finger out right now.”
At that, Andrea chuckled softly.
“Middle finger? This is the index finger.”
It’s not the middle finger, but the index finger? I was stunned and couldn’t speak. Then how long is the middle finger?
If it’s only this much, I can believe it even if you say it’s ten times bigger.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s a thumb or a forefinger. I’m only going to use my own dick anyway.”
Not a thumb or a forefinger, but a dick. He added.
I closed my eyes tightly in shame. I couldn’t take it anymore. But Andrea didn’t leave me alone, trying to ignore the whole situation.
“Mr Fake, open your eyes. Open them and look properly. I’ll give it to you right away if you want it.”
I don’t want that! I’ll never want anything like that! I opened my mouth to say that but different words came out.
“I want it.”
“I want it like crazy. Actually, I like it when someone desires me. I want to be loved.”
No! What bullshit! I wanted to scream. It was my voice just now, but it didn’t sound like my voice at all.
“Ugh!”
I jumped out of bed and got up. It was dawn and the room was filled with a bright blue color. I looked next to me while breathing heavily. Andrea was sleeping with his eyes closed, holding onto my left hand tightly.
What’s going on…?
I couldn’t understand the situation and stupidly stared at Andrea’s sleeping face. This bastard was making fun of me just a moment ago. Why is he pretending to be asleep?
There’s no way that vivid scene was a dream. To prove it to myself, I pulled down the blanket. When I was asleep, did Andrea take off my pants and suck here…? But I was wearing my pants properly. Although the front was bulging and visibly wet.
“It can’t be…… It can’t be.”
I repeated, trying to convince myself. But I couldn’t deny the evidence in front of me. I couldn’t deny the fact even if I wanted it too.
I pulled my pants up while muttering and checked the state of my underwear.
“Ha ha….. ahaha…….”
Just in case, I put my hand in and felt around. There was no pain or lingering feeling of anything foreign. I just felt guilty for touching an inappropriate area.
So, it wasn’t Andrea who attacked me. It wasn’t him who had done anything with his fingers. It was just me, having a dirty dream. I quietly removed my hand from Andrea’s hand and got out of bed. My crotch was cold and sticky, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I could feel the semen trickling down my buttocks and every time I walked, I could feel the slimy fluid between my buttocks.
I quickly ran to the bathroom and locked the door, taking off my pants and underwear. Then I frantically wiped my lower body with the remaining water in the bathtub. The water was cold, but I didn’t care. Getting rid of this impure trace was my first priority.
After wiping off the remnants of the sticky fluid on my skin, and washing my pants and underwear in the water, I finally grabbed my hardened penis, still affected by the dream.
“Fuck, this is absolutely ridiculous.”
I started to shake my erect penis up and down. It was a mechanical movement driven by my determination to get rid of this damn thing.
“Ever since I put you in the bathtub, no, even before that when you were completely drenched in rain, I wanted to do this.”
The words that Andrea had said in my dream kept echoing in my head. They say that dreams reflect a person’s subconscious. Then what is it? Did my subconscious want Andrea to say these things? Don’t be ridiculous.
I moved my hand faster and harder. Faster, before Andrea wakes up.
A sharp and rough sensation rose. It wasn’t even close to the feeling in my dream. No, was it really a dream? It felt so vivid. So….. good.
“What’s so good about it, you crazy bastard, ah, huh, hoo……!”
I didn’t realize it, but the rebuttal sprang out, but the meaningless sound scattered and disappeared due to the movements. A thick white liquid fell to the bathroom floor with a thud. I exhaled the breath I had been holding and refilled the bathtub with water. With an attitude similar to that of a restaurant owner preparing for dawn business, I wiped my genitals and the floor clean with water.
It was over. Without any embarrassment, I stood up and the shame disappeared. The marks of pleasure left on my clothes were also washed away in the water. There was a bit of water left in the bathroom, but it would be resolved if I just said I took a cold bath at dawn.
I wrung my wet clothes and hung them on the towel rack. Where was the pants I wore yesterday? They must have dried overnight, so I should wear them. I thought to myself and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door.
“You got up so early?”
“Ahh!”
I was startled by Andrea, who appeared like a ghost, and almost slipped. If Andrea hadn’t quickly supported my waist, I might have fallen and hit my head.
“I’m sorry, I surprised you.”
He grabbed my waist with force. When Andrea pulled me into his arms like a dancing partner and smiled as habit.
Tuk.
I felt a strange sensation below. Andrea and I both looked down at the same time without knowing who went to look first.
“hmm”
Andrea whispered.
“Del, why… are you completely naked below?”
It was a true case of missing bottoms. Anyone could see that a reddened penis was resting Andrea’s thigh, making it clear that he had just masturbated.
“This is a dream. It has to be a dream. Earlier, that was also a dream, but does it make sense that this is reality?
I laughed, raised my hand high, then slapped my cheek. Clang. Along with a loud noise, a sharp pain came.
“Del!”
Andrea, who pampered Del Narcissus’s body, was taken aback and cupped my cheek.
“It’s not a dream.”
I said with a smile on my face.
“This has to be another dream, damn it, no………….”
