Nicholas sat on the small couch across from the bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight like he was trying so desperately to hold himself together.
I was seated at the edge of the bed, putting on pajama pants that were drawn up, my c**k safely tucked in but still throbbing.
I stared at him intently, regretting the fact that I had let him go. I should have spread his legs right then when he was still in shock. I should have buried myself deep in him and before he would realize what was going on he would already be mōaning and cūmming.
But then again I want this to be his choice. I don't want to force him to accept the truth of what he is. I need him to trust me that I knew what I was doing and that it was perfectly normal to have c**k in his ass.
He finally broke the tense silence
