Chapter 6 (2/2)

Wh-what? Why is it still standing proud? It doesn’t look like it’s going to go away. It’s as if nothing happened just now!

I even rubbed my eyes. A lot of foamy water had dripped down my face so it might have been that. However, reality was right in front of me: only the white froth still stuck to its tip proved of its recent release. This dealt an even heavier blow to my esteem.

Any man would know that it takes some buffering time to get another erection after a climax. Even if you were a f.u.c.king s.e.x G.o.d, you would still need at least fifteen, twenty minutes. This is backed by medical evidence.

So that’s why I took a glimpse at his buddy and then at mine who still wasn’t showing signs of recovering from its release earlier—just who was the abnormal one here?

Maybe he was trying to stop me from making wild a.s.sumptions and hurting my self-esteem again, because he suddenly grabbed me by the right arm and hoisted me up from the tub. He then turned me around so that I was facing away from him and pulled me back down.

A string of question marks raced through my head like a stampede at a derby.

What is he trying to do?

But this question was answered almost immediately. My spine seemed to freeze over when my b.u.t.t touched his rock hard member.

The hand of his that was sticky with c.u.m was also working away on my bottom. After the sudden realisation, I was honestly more than half-way sober; it was more effective than any hangover medication. Thus, knowledge in that area rushed forth in one big wave. As my b.u.t.t cheeks were spread apart and my hole got wetter and wetter, the alarm bells blaring in my mind became louder and louder as well.

Isn’t this something that should be done between lovers? Okay, I admit my standpoint on these issues is pretty orthodox. Although we jerked each other off just now but that was just giving vent to l.u.s.t. It’s not exactly the same as sticking yourself into another person, is it?

I had my back to Pokerface therefore I couldn’t see his expression at the time. It was just that, with my cognition back in full throttle, I still didn’t think he was the type to be so loose and careless. He was something that almost equaled abstinence in my mind.

Let’s just say the previous bit was solely on me.

On the other hand, the blunt pain coming from my behind started spreading—he was really going for it!

The pain is not what I need to consider presently, although it is important, but could it be that his actions mean he…

Want me?

Honestly speaking, I don’t remember whether I only thought this in my head or actually said it out loud. I heard a soft chuckle nearby as one of his arms reached around my waist while the other rested on my shoulder.

He was breathing really close to me. Each inhale and exhale kept tickling my neck. I remember that he nibbled lightly on my earlobe before tightening his grip on my shoulder and waist and pressing me down towards him.

“Owwwwwww!”

This was the last thing that I remember saying. It was so ear-splitting that I was grateful I lived in a single house, or else my neighbours would have called the police when they heard me.

Afterwards, darkness swallowed me, kind of like after a fuse blows in the electrical box.

Then, when I came to again, I had somehow been transported to my bed from the bathroom and was sitting on Pokerface with a dumb look on my face.

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