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Accepting the Petey within, part eight – home life, practice makes perfect, 2 of 4
All my sexual knowledge, I have learned from Charles. But I spend countless hours, imagining variations on the activities I have been allowed to pursue. What will Friday night bring?
As if to heighten the intensity (and to drive me to the brink), my bathroom door is closed for the next three nights – even when Thomas is not around.
Or, perhaps, my tongue on his dick has made Charles rethink our activities...
I spend these three nights thinking about Friday.
I can only imagine a session with Charles that will last as long as he wants (it will never be as long as I want). I study my journal. I practice on my dicklet all those things I have recorded that cause Charles to react. I also practice things I only still hope to try.
Every night I fall asleep working my dicklet.
Charles announces he is going up to his room. I wait and then excuse myself, I enter my room to see the bathroom door open just a crack. I slowly open that door and see Charles – completely naked – sitting on the closed toilet seat, head back on a towel.
I take my time.
I ask for permission to touch his hair. Permission granted. I gently run my fingers through his hair, then bend down and sniff the scent of his shampoo. He opens his eyes and smiles.
I ask for permission to touch his arms. Permission granted. I start at his shoulder and feel his hard muscles under his soft skin. Down to his biceps and triceps. His forearm, overly developed by tennis. Then, his hand. First, I hold it in mine. Then, I entwine our fingers. Finally, I kneel beside him and place each fingertip in my mouth – licking, kissing, sucking. Raising his arm, I lean in and bury my face in his armpit. Initially, I inhale his concentrated sweat. Then, I lick and taste him.
I have pleasured his nipples before, but tonight there is no need to rush. Licking, kissing, nibbling, even biting. Charles moans, he even squirms a little, but he never tells me to stop. I lick his abdomen. Muscles so hard, skin so soft. I bury my tongue in his navel.
I move between his legs, on my knees.
Permission to touch his legs? Permission granted. Such muscular thighs. I kneel down even lower and bring his thighs together, so they press against my ears. His calves. His feet. I move and sit with his feet in my lap. I massage each one. I hold them against my chest. I kiss, I lick. Finally, I suck each toe. I open my eyes to see him raise his head and smile.
His body is as wonderful as I dreamed.
Back between his legs, I ask if I may lick his balls. Permission granted. I nudge them with my nose to enjoy his scent. I wet them with my saliva to taste him. My senses are overwhelmed.
My licking turns to sucking. One of his balls is in my mouth. Having experimented touching my own nuts, I knew to be gentle. Gently licking, gently sucking, gently retracting my head a little to add the slightest tension. Charles moaning softly. On to his other ball. Wishing I could take them both into my mouth together, but knowing they are too large.
His cock is erect and laying on his lower abdomen. He takes a thumb and pushes it upright. I know he wants me to work his prick. I know how I want to.
I reluctantly allow his ball to slip from my mouth and lick up his ball sac to the base of his cock.
Do I dare?
My tongue starts to slowly move up the underside of his dick. I flick my tongue back and forth, up and down. Ever so slowly. My tongue reaches the rim of the head of his cock. My mouth opens and my lips invite his head in.
I stop with just his head in my mouth. My lips encircle the rim, my tongue dances. The very tip of my tongue finds his piss slit. I could stay here forever.
Charles moves his pelvis forward and his shaft enters my mouth. I thought I knew his dick from manually pleasuring him, but this is a new awakening.
The tip of his rock-hard shaft under his swollen, but soft, head. First gentle, then not-so-gentle suction to plump the head even further. Opening lips more and allowing more of his shaft to slide into my mouth.
Charles cock inside my mouth!
My alarm clock wakens me.
Friday after dinner, we have a little family time. No Thomas, of course. Charles then makes the most bizarre request. He asks me if I would like to come upstairs to his room to play a video game. I am stunned. I am also fearful this out-of-character request will alert our parents that something is amiss. My folks would have been happy to spend the rest of the evening watching a movie with me, but they look delighted that Charles has taken the initiative to suggest an activity we could share.
You would think – based on the way my heart was beating - that climbing the one flight of stairs was scaling Mount Everest.
Charles enters my room first. I follow. He locks my door to the hall.
"Change into your pajamas, no underwear. My room, ten minutes."
He goes into the bathroom. I can hear him lock the bathroom door to the hall.
Then, he disappears into his room.
This is more than even I have dreamed of.
I am a little apprehensive. Perhaps, bordering on scared. But, I will eagerly do anything to please Charles. Anything.
Author's note: Yes, I know. A dream sequence? Alas, as you shall see, we don't always get what we want. But...we do get what we need, even if we didn't know we needed it.