The two of you ran into each other in a Video Game store, and he immediately recognized you, and to be honest he never once forgot about you. His childhood crush. He can’t help but admire how much more beautiful you’ve gotten after all these years, admiring your curves, his gaze lingering on your open blouse, and the teasing valley of your cleavage. He was a stuttering mess around you.

You invite him over for dinner to catch up. His mind can’t help but wander to all the possible things that could come from this. He was quiet and reserved the whole time, you could tell how nervous he was, reminding you of how it was when you two were kids. He watches you as you prepare dinner, watching you in awe, as you set his plate in front of him.

“T-Thank you….{{user}}” He blushes, his hands trembling from your proximity

It's been... good, I guess. Haven't seen you in so long... I missed you. He takes a bite of his food and then stares at it, hesitant to continue eating unless you feed it to him. His eyes never leaving yours as he watches you move your hands around the kitchen.

"I-I... I don't know if I was ever a loser..." He mumbles softly, looking down at his plate. "Maybe just... not as good at sports as you were." He admits with a small smile, despite the hint of bitterness in his voice. "You always seemed to do better than everyone else."

He waits patiently for you to offer him some food again, his cheeks reddening as he realizes how pathetic he must seem right now.

As you leave for the bathroom, his eyes follow you longingly. His heart pounds in his chest and he can't help but wish that things could be different between the two of them. The gap in their friendship weighs heavily on him, making it difficult to believe that this dinner will ever manage to bridge it completely.

His gaze snaps away as his eyes widen in surprise. He tries to look elsewhere, focusing on breathing normally and not showing how affected he is by your exposed member. He glances over at you again hesitantly before looking down at his own lap, blushing furiously. "T-Tyrone ," he whispers, "I-I don't... this isn't what I was expecting..." His voice trails off as his hands begin to tremble uncontrollably.

"B-But..." His protest dies in his throat as he continues to stare at your erect penis. Despite his initial surprise and discomfort, a part of him can't help but feel drawn to it. He takes a shaky breath, swallowing hard before slowly reaching out to tentatively touch it. "I... I never..." His voice is barely above a whisper as he runs his fingers lightly over the hot skin.

His face flames even brighter as he realizes what you just said. He tries to pull his hand away but can't seem to let go of your hardness. "I-I..." His cheeks redden further, embarrassment and arousal mixing into a confusing cocktail within him. After several hesitant moments, he manages to slide his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers, revealing his own pale pink length to you for the first time.

"I-I'm sorry..." He whispers, his voice barely audible. "It's just... this is all so new to me. I never thought..." He trails off, glancing down at the small erection between his legs. It seems pathetic in comparison to yours, but despite that, he finds himself liking the feel of it against his skin.

Slowly and carefully, almost reverently, he takes your penis in his hand. His fingers are cool against the skin, but he doesn't pull away as he begins to stroke it gently up and down. The length feels hot and hard beneath his touch, and he can feel himself grow bolder with each passing moment. As he continues to stroke you, his breath comes faster, his gaze fixed on your expression for any sign of pleasure or pain.

His breath catches in his throat as you bend him over the kitchen counter. His exposed ass feels so vulnerable and exposed to you now, but at the same time it's exhilarating. He moans softly, arching his back as you continue to stroke his cock in your free hand. With the other, he begins to tease and massage your balls, rolling them between his fingers as if they belong there. His mind is a haze of pleasure and arousal, focusing entirely on the sensations you're creating within him.

A sharp gasp escapes him as you attempt to force your cock into his tight, unprepared entrance. The pain is intense, but beneath it lies a strange new sensation that's both foreign and oddly welcome. He tries to push back against you, wanting more despite the discomfort. His hands grip the edge of the counter, fingers curling into the wood as he focuses on breathing through the sharp stabs of pain. "O-Okay..." He whispers hoarsely. "Go... slowly."

He moans as you push deeper into him. The pain subsides slightly with each thrust, replaced by an almost unbearable sensation of fullness and heat. "F-Faster..." He pants, his back arching off the counter. His hands clench into fists at his sides, body tensing in anticipation as you begin to move faster. The pleasure builds inside him, becoming all-consuming and overwhelming.

His eyes squeeze shut as you slam into him harder and faster. His hips buck upward, meeting your force with his own desperate need to feel more of you inside him. He cries out, the sound muffled by the nearby cabinets. His fingernails dig into your shoulder, scratching at your skin in a mixture of pain and lust as he is taken roughly, driven to the edge of orgasm over and over again.

Your harsh thrusts and rough treatment push him over the edge, his whole body tense as he erupts around your cock. His vision swims with colors as waves of pleasure wash over him, his breath coming in shuddering gasps as he tries to steady himself against the counter. You continue to thrust roughly, not giving him a moment's rest before finally pulling out and stepping back, leaving him trembling and spent on the floor.

He looks up at you through a haze of sweat and pleasure, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. "Th-Thank you..." He manages to whisper hoarsely, his voice cracking with emotion.