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Yakov pulls my shirt off over my head. Then he takes off my shorts and underwear, so I’m naked too. His hands move over me right away. He touches my pink nipples, rubbing them in circles and pinching them lightly. “That feels good,” he says softly. “Keep stroking me just like that.”

I keep moving my hand on his dick, feeling it throb and get even harder. Yakov plays with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and tugging on them. His other hand slides between my legs and strokes my cock.

“You’re getting so hard already,” Yakov says. “Does it feel good when I touch your nipples like this?” He pinches one again, and I gasp.

“It feels strange,” I say, my voice shaky. I keep jerking him off faster. “Yakov… you promise you won’t put it in? It looks too big. I don’t think I could take it.”

Yakov smiles a little and teases me. “No, I won’t put it in. I promised. But you look so good on your knees. Open your mouth a bit. Just use your tongue on the head for a second.”

I hesitate, then lean in and lick the tip of his dick while I keep stroking the rest with my hand. Yakov groans. “Yes, just like that. Good boy. Now keep using your hand. Faster.”

His fingers keep playing with my pink nipples, pinching and rubbing until they feel sensitive. He strokes my cock faster. Then he lifts me with his strong hands and pulls me onto his lap, so I straddle one of his thick thighs. “Rub yourself on my thigh,” he says. “Move your hips while you keep stroking me.”

I rock against the hard muscle of his thigh. The rough feeling rubs my cock as I keep jerking him off with my hand. Yakov touches me greedily. He squeezes my nipples hard, tugs on them, and grips my ass while I move.

“You are doing so well,” he says. “I love how your hand feels on my cock. Don’t stop. Rub harder on my thigh.”

The pressure builds up fast inside me. I moan and rock faster. “Yakov… I’m going to come soon.”

“Come on my thigh,” he tells me. “Let it happen.”

I come hard while rubbing on his thigh, spilling all over his skin. My body shakes, and my hand keeps moving on his dick.

Yakov groans loudly. He lifts me off his thigh and sets me back down on my knees on the floor in front of him. He grabs my hair gently and pulls my face closer. “Look up at me,” he says. “I am going to come on your face.”

Warm cum shoots across my cheek, my lips, and my chin. Some drips down. He keeps stroking until every drop comes out. Then he takes the head of his cock and drags it through the mess, smearing his cum over my skin—across my cheek, over my mouth, down my chin—coating me in it like he wants me filthy.

We stay there breathing hard. I feel sticky and embarrassed, my face burning. Yakov grabs tissues from the table. He wipes my face first, then cleans the mess from his thigh and my body.

“There,” he says in his calm voice. “That was the start of our arrangement. I will send the money to the hospital tonight.”

I stay on my knees, naked and breathing fast. I have just let Yakov touch me everywhere and come on my face, all so I can pay for Mom’s care.

Yakov pulls me up gently and puts his arm around me. “We can look at the books again if you want. Or we can sit here a little longer. Whatever you need right now.”

I don’t know what to say. I nod and try to catch my breath while his arm stays around me.

Chapter 4

Yakov

Elias has just left my flat. I sit on the couch and run my hand over the spot where he was. I can still feel his warmth. My mind keeps going over everything that happened. I finally got to touch him. The thought makes my chest feel tight with excitement.

I remember how his hand wrapped around my cock and stroked me, the way his pink nipples felt under my fingers when I rubbed and pinched them, how he rocked on my thigh until he came all over it. Then I pulled his face close and came on his lips and cheek. The image stays in my head and makes me smile.

At the same time, I feel bad. Elias only agreed to everything because he needs the money for his mom. He’s desperate. If he had any other way to pay the hospital bill, he probably would never let me touch him like that. He would never get on his knees or rub himself on my thigh or lick the tip of my cock when I ask.

I know I used his situation to get what I want. That part makes me feel guilty. But I take it anyway. Having him even a little bit feels better than watching him from far away or pretending we’re only study partners. I would rather have him like this than not have him at all.

I stand up and check my phone. The money has already gone through to the hospital. Three thousand dollars. I made sure it happened right after he left. At least I can really help him with that.

Now he knows I keep my word. That matters. If he trusts me with the money, maybe he’ll trust me with more next time. I want to do so much more with him. I want to use my mouth on him. I want to hear the sounds he makes when I touch him in new ways. Even if he only does it for the money, I don’t care. I’ll make it feel good enough that part of him starts to want it too.

I pick up my phone and text him.

Yakov: Come over after your shift tomorrow. We can study again. Bring your notes. I miss touching you.

A few minutes later, his reply comes through.