Lick some of it

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You have no idea where the idea came from but as you wipped it off you look at it feel this weird, almost primal urge, and lick it off your hand. It tastes warm and salty, but weirdly enough not bad, and for the same reason you licked it, you swallow it all down.

The boy just watched you with a look of shock on his face and that thing on his crouch has suddenly risen up. You have no idea what you did or why you did it, but apparently he liked it.

“Holy shit,” the boy says “that was so hot.”

“What did I do exactly?”

“You just drank my cum!”

As soon as he says that you know what it was: you’ve seen a few dirty magazines on your travels and a few talked about “cumming” but you never understood what they meant. Now that you do, you are a little disgusted, but somehow you’re also aroused: none of those magazines actually had any nudity, apart from a few breasts, so you never knew what they were doing. Now you feel like you’ve gained an understanding of a greater world (all be it, a small one).

You look at the boy and asks him, “Do you have more?”

His thing jumps up higher at that and he looks at you with disbelief. You guess that thing in between him is what those magazines called a cock.

“I-uh...I...I...” You obviously caught him off guard. You guess he knows what’s going on too, and you figure he’s a virgin like you, since he’s being so awkward about it. Honestly, this wasn’t what you expected either, but you can’t stop now.

You get on your hands and crawl over to him, lining up your head directly with his cock. You look up at him, and he looks at you with a dumbfounded look.

“I...uh...”

You might have to take the initiative on this one. You grab his cock, with a firm grip and he moans.

“W-wait!” He cautions. “You should know...I...I’ve never..done this before.” His face reddens up as soon as he finishes that.

“Neither have I.” As soon as you say that, he reddens even more until his face looks like a tomato.

“Th-than...how are...y-you...s-so...good?”

“Dumb luck? I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go!”

He shuts up after that.

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