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I’d never had a connection with any of them beforehand though. Maybe that was what made my reaction to him so different. I wanted to touch him. To spread his legs a little wider. No. What the hell was wrong with me?
Here I was, doing exactly what I'd told my friend not to do before—being a damn pervert. I quickly grabbed the sheet and covered him up. He wiggled underneath it, rolling to his back. His pink nipples were hard and so small. They'd look so perfect between my fingers. I slapped my forehead, turning around to face the window.
Get a damn grip.
I hadn't scared him off yet but would if I kept this up. As soon as I opened the window to look outside, a voice whispered behind me. “Morning, Franky.”
“Morning.” I stopped mid-turn. He was in the middle of stretching, with the blanket sliding down his lap. A lump formedin my throat when he tossed the thin fabric fully off and got to his feet. “Did we miss breakfast?”
“I . . . um . . . no. It's still going I think.” It was hard to think of anything when he had two cocks hanging where one sat on my body. They both swayed as he walked to the bathroom, half hard and different skin colors. My body didn't feel any less on edge when his back side faced me either. His perfect round ass bounced with each step he took to the bathroom. I felt like a damned, thirsty man who'd been wandering the desert for years.
What the hell was going on with my body? Was I coming down with some sickness? I hadn’t gotten a hard-on when the last girl I dated changed in front of me. I’d said it was because it didn't feel appropriate. This certainly didn't either. There were so many other times I should have felt heat pool in my groin the way it was now but there’d barely been any reaction from my body. Not when I’d video chatted with one woman nearly a year ago and she got off in front of me. Not when I’d made out with my exes, and not when one date led to a blow job in the bathroom. She got so frustrated when I couldn't get it up that she left before we could order dessert.
When the bathroom door closed, I was finally able to breathe, but my erection wouldn't go down no matter what I tried. The door opened again, and Nova stood in the doorway brushing his teeth. Where the hell had he gotten the toothbrush?
Then I remembered he had a backpack with him. Were there more strange clothes in there? Yesterday, he showed up in a purple silk top and tight-fitted white yoga pants. His choice in shoes was even stranger. Hiking boots. As odd as his style was, I liked it. He seemed so free and expressed himself in everything he did. He was loud without being loud, and colorful without being blinding. I couldn't make sense of all the thoughts that came to mind every time I looked at him.
“I have that problem in the morning too.” He pointed at my groin like he was talking about the weather. “It can be quite painful when I don't take care of it. At least you only have one to worry about. We can head down after you take care of it if you want.”
My words caught in my throat as he casually turned and spit in the sink. He set his toothbrush on the sink and turned back around, stroking both of his cocks. I thought I was going to come out of my skin. I was so hot everywhere. He leaked from both tips and moaned, his teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip.
“What are you doing?”
He blinked hard, his hands pausing. “What do you mean? It's what I do every morning. Don't you?”
I gasped. “I don't . . . no. I don't always have time. And I don't usually do it around other people.”
“You don't? Is this not something friends do together?”
“No. It's not. Not usually.”
“You say that a lot.” He went back to tugging at himself and rolled his hips. “That makes your whole answer sound like a maybe. So, that must mean it can happen, right? Not every friendship is the same. Ours doesn't have to be like your previous ones. We can make it however we want.”
“I guess,” is all I managed to get out. I no longer knew what I was saying. Apparently, I didn't have control of my limbs anymore either as I slid my underwear halfway down my hips and mimicked his movements. I was already so close, leaking the moment my hand gripped my cock. I couldn't believe what I was doing. But it didn't feel weird doing this with him, and I couldn't help but want to see what else wouldn't.
“It feels so much better when I watch you doing it,” he said, and stepped closer. My cock twitched when he got so close our toes nearly touched. As he was coming, he pushed our tips together and rubbed harder against my tip with each pump ofhis hand. Flames licked along my skin, and I spilled my release all over him.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he flushed all over. Both out of breath, we stayed where we were for a few moments before finally moving. We washed up at the same time—him in the bathtub and me in the sink. He sang as he scrubbed himself clean, sitting on his knees in front of the running water.
I stepped out of the bathroom when he started washing between his crack, and quickly got dressed as soon as I was back in the room. I took deep breaths, thinking of random things to prevent myself from getting hard again. I’d never had to worry about this before. If anything, I’d worried I was broken. I’d watched porn, and nothing. I'd fooled around with women, and nothing.
It was like a floodgate had opened with Nova, and I needed to figure out how to close it if we were really going to remain friends. He didn't protest the idea of friendship when I kept mentioning it, so I assumed it was what he wanted too. He didn't understand how some things worked so I was worried I'd take advantage of him. If he wanted more, I'd wait for him to say it. For him to make the move. Like I always did. Only this time, I wouldn't worry about not wanting him enough for us to keep going.
“Should we go eat now?” He appeared out of nowhere, tugging on his pants. They were light linen and left little to the imagination. Luckily the long shirt he pulled on after covered the top of them, back and front.
“You don't wear underwear?”
“No. What are those again?”
“What humans wear under their clothes. Like these.” I opened the front of my pants to show him my black boxer briefs.
“I don't really have access to those. I could try asking for them in a trade.”
“If you don't like clothes then you probably wouldn't like wearing things under them, so maybe it's best not to worry about it.”
“I'm curious anyway. About those nightgowns you mentioned too.”
“We can pick one up for you later if you'd like.”
