He was an odd sort of gentleman and must have had a lot of lessons on how to treat a lady. He may have been trying them with me the more I thought about it. Usually, that would have aggravated me beyond reason, but with him, the innocence of it all just made me want to poke him even more.

As soon as I could squirm from his arms to his large plush bed, I gave the man a show. I slowly unbuttoned my bottoms before him. His cheeks lit up before he diverted his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

"C-Can you close your eyes?" he requested.

"Haha, you're a man, not some shy maiden. What is a little undressing gonna do?" I crowed.

I licked my lips as I got to my last button. As much as the man did not want to admit it, his red eyes were glued to me.

"J-Just . . . I—Hide! You . . . are not wearing . . ."

"Underwear? I felt it would get rather hot this evening," I chuckled as what poked from the unbuttoned trousers was my erected chubby cock.

A contrast to the enormity hidden in his long underwear.

Loukas again averted his eyes, and I laughed, "No, you can stare at it all you want. Probably not your first cock, but I bet it's the best you've seen."

"You have some . . . presumptions n-now, do you?" Loukas somewhat laughed even through the embarrassment.

"I know it's the best you've seen, hmph!" I scoffed. "You know what? You can keep on the underwear. I prefer to undress you like the prince you are, baby." I heard his swift inhale at the name, confirming my suspicions about his perversion. "Come on, now. You don't have to hide a thing from me," I said. "Show me that cock of yours, baby boy."

Loukas slowly removed his hand from his crotch, revealing an erection stretching his underwear. A bulge so massive that it made my jaw drop at such a person having an impressive package.

"Fuck, you've been keeping that shit secret? Homegrown, too," I said.

"Um, other than Xander," Loukas moved to the bed to sit, causing the mattress to dip, "I've never done . . .anything like this with someone."

I pressed a single finger to his lips. "You don't have to say a word, baby. I can guide you."

"You're a very pretty man." His eyes were half-lidded as he held my chin, and his thumb grazed against my bottom lip.

"And you're a big-dick stud."

"Can I"—Loukas slid his index finger down my neck and chest—"hold a knife to you?"

What?

Taken aback, I said, "Excuse me?"

His daze of pure lust sobered as he was startled by the question he asked out loud. Loukas removed his hand and clenched it against his chest, and stuttered, "Sorry, I should have—"

"Urgh. Don't apologise, alright? A little kinky, but it's not like you're shoving a hammer handle up my ass, so I can deal with it."

"Just . . . Don't get mad at me, pl-please."

I pulled him into another kiss and said, "Make me mad, Loulou. I want you to do whatever you like."

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Another sudden kiss cut me off. I gave Loukas more of a mouthful of me, sharing in the taste of my coppery blood and bitter cum that coated his mouth. Finally, he collapsed onto the bed, holding me tightly. His warmth was a blanket on a cold winter night.

He muttered, "Hide . . .will you be mine?"

Mine?

I leaned into his body, my hand moving to the shallow cut left by him from earlier. The bleeding had long since stopped, yet the flickers of pain remained.

I said to him, "I'm nobody's, but . . . I enjoy you."

He was different in bed compared to his usual attitude.

He shoved his face into my neck and held me as a lover would, whispering, "Then I have to keep you."

His words of love were unnerving, yet, I did not hate it. There was some odd comfort to meaning this much to another.

I moved my hand to his cock and palmed the already half-hard member. The boy choked out a noise before moving his hips with my hand.

"My turn, baby. I can teach you how to suck a cock," I whispered in his ear.

That night we gave into our body's needs and wants; insatiability was what we shared and what we indulged in.