Grinning, I hug him tightly as I focus on his hands moving over my ass. Tracing the round globes. Running his fingers along my ass crack. Though his body isn’t moving against mine, the feeling of his dick pressed to mine has my heart beating a little harder. I swear, he’s been hard against me since the very first time I hugged him.
Then again, I think I have been against him too. How did I not figure out he was something different then? Literallyno onehas ever had that effect on me. I have to think that the reason we were able to get to this point is because I let my guard down and we became friends. There’s no pressure in friendship.
In our friendship, my trust in him grew. My confidence in him grew. My affection for him exploded. There’s the question as to why my other friends didn’t affect me the same way. Why only Torin?
I sigh.
“What’re you thinking about?” Torin asks.
“Piecing together why you’re so special.”
I can feel his skin heat again when he hides his face in my neck.
People just click differently. I definitely clicked with Winny, Noah, Egon, and Atty. Me and Winny were instantly friends. He’s definitely my best friend in the whole world. I was immediately comfortable with him.
In much the same way I was with Torin, and yet, Torin is so incredibly different. Our friendship was immediately different. I knew right away. That’s probably why I asked him to cuddle. I innately knew Winny wouldn’t be into that. Maybe in the same way I knew Torin might be.
“Are we going to get dressed today?” Torin asks.
“Not if I can help it.”
He laughs quietly. “What do you want to do then?”
“For starters, walk around naked.”
“And then?”
“Well… want to cuddle? Or are you getting tired of cuddling?”
“I’m never going to be tired of cuddling with you.”
“Good.” I let my hands fall and grab the backs of his thighs, hiking him off the ground. His arms are trapped under mine since his hands were glued to my ass. Torin laughs, his fingers digging into me as he tries to hang on.
As if I’d drop him. Pfft.
I don’t bring us to bed, but to the couch where I fall back, bringing Torin with me. He continues to laugh, burying his face in my chest as he pulls his hands out from under me.
We move around for a few minutes, adjusting ourselves until we’re comfortable. I somehow end up with him between my legs, his dick against mine still as he gently, almost absently rocks against me.
It’s sexual in nature, but right now, it feels like part of cuddling. Torin sighs. His mouth presses to my chest every minute or so, as if he can’t help but kiss me.
“This is one of my very favorite things to do,” I say.
He nods. “Mine too.”
After a while, he hovers over me, his weight on his hands that are on either side of my head. He doesn’t say anything as he stares into my eyes. At first, he’s still, but then his hips begin rockingagain. Just as they were before. Keeping us both floating within an undercurrent of arousal.
“Can I make you feel good?” Torin asks after a minute longer.
I nod. I expect him to touch me, but his hand goes to the base of his own dick. He rubs his dick against my ballsack. I’m not sure about everyone else’s balls, but mine have always been sensitive. You know, when I’m in the mood. So the pressure of his cock rubbing against them has me shivering with pleasure.
Torin adjusts again and takes my cock into his free hand, rubbing me as he continues to press his dick to my balls.
“I love how big you are,” Torin murmurs, his eyes down where he’s working us together. “I’ve never seen someone so glorious.”
I grin. I swear, this is the only person alive who feels that way about my obscenely large dick. Like, what is the point of a cock this big? I swear, it’s evolution’s way of making sure my genes don’t spread.
“I’m glad you like it. I can’t change it.”
