Needless to say I couldn’t wait for the weekend. At this time I’m just relaxing on the couch, you know, between sitting on it and lying on it. I want him to fall asleep naked on the couch. “I bet you’re going to grow fond of it!”
I laugh. I can’t anymore, a little moan from Milan pushes me over the edge. This guy is going to suck my dick today! I was nervous and horny for days. Then I notice a silver thing in the pocket of the trousers of Milan. “It’s just like pussy. Hnngh. I try to deduce what it could be, as it really stands out. Then, as sensually as I can, I slowly push my trousers down. Like, I can talk and listen, I can do games or whatever.”
He grins. Absently, probably overthinking it, he strokes it. “Enjoy yourself,” I say with a smile. What should I think of this? “Yeah. But of course I don’t try, that’d be gay. It’s okay.”
“Is it only that?”
He looks at me confused.
