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“Yeah. Be really gentle with that,” I said, suddenly imagining getting my dick ripped off by super spider strength. Not a sexy thought.

“But I can touch it?” he asked, glancing over at me.

I nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.”

He turned back to it and brushed his fingers carefully over the tip. My cock gave a twitch. He seemed intrigued, touching it again before wrapping his hand around it and moving it carefully up and down and then side to side like a joystick, each movement cautious and small. His fingers slid down to my balls, brushing over them, and I exhaled softly, squirming a bit. It had been way too long since anyone had touched my balls, and he cupped them curiously with his palm. My legs instinctively spread a bit, and he lifted my sac to peer curiously at the spot underneath it. Despite the clinical approach of it, it had been almost nine months since I’d had sex, and, since my accident, I’d masturbated maybe three times at most. Having hands on my junk felt good, even if the touches were light and uncertain.

One of his spider legs came up to brush over my dick, which sent a weird sort of primal fear through me, but I relaxed after a second, letting him explore. He slid his finger between my ass cheeks and pressed very lightly at my hole again. I groaned, my eyes closing for a moment. He glanced up at me. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No,” I said, opening my eyes quickly. “Feels good.”

He nodded, and then he suddenly pulled back, all touch gone from my body. I bit my lip as I kept back a sound of disappointment. I guessed the exploration was over.

“Thank you,” Teracht said as I sat up. “Your body is fascinating.”

“Yours is too,” I said. My dick was fully hard between my legs now, and I wanted to stroke it, but that was not what we were doing right now. He didn’t seem to think anything strange of it as he drew back.

“Are you hungry? Should we eat?”

I laughed weakly, trying to distract myself. “Um, yeah, sure.”

“I’ll grab our food while you get dressed.”

“Sounds good,” I said, and Teracht headed for the kitchen area. I stared down at my dick, willing it to stop having a mind of its own right now as I pulled on my shirt and boxer briefs and then my sweatpants, not worrying about my socks. Teracht’s hardwood floors seemed very clean. He said he didn’t spend a lot of time on the ground, but I supposed when he did, he’d want to be able to move easily. And, aside from the webs covering nearly every surface, everything seemed very clean.

Teracht returned to me with my lunch bag in one hand and an open jug of raspberry lemonade in the other; I could see some bits of powder swirling in it still, like he had just mixed protein powder in. I wondered if we used the same stuff. “Would you like to watch something?” he asked, gesturing to the large TV mounted on the wall nearby, the only part of that wall that was not covered in webbing.

“Sure,” I said with a grin. “What’s your favorite movie?”

He flushed a little. “The first movie I saw when I came to your world was The Avengers.”

“It’s a good movie. Let’s watch it,” I said, and he happily turned on the large screen and settled slightly above me on his web with his lunch as I made myself comfortable on the couch with mine.

Chapter 6

Teracht

We finished lunch and the movie in contented silence. I watched Caleb the whole time with one of my eyes. He seemed focused on the television, but the relaxed slant of his shoulders was great to see. It had been extremely nice of him to let me explore his body, especially with no clothes on, after only knowing each other for a short time and with how much I knew his injuries bothered him. I had found a bunch of pictures of him online, everything from stock photos to clothing modeling and billboards. He had been stunning. He was still stunning, as far as I was concerned. But humans were strangely obsessed with their outer appearance. Even I realized that people on television and in movies were more attractive than the average person walking down the street. And his body had been how he made his living. In a strange way, I was doing that too. If my ability to create my webbing was suddenly taken away, I knew I would lose a large part of my identity and be at a loss of what to do next.

Caleb moved to the kitchen to throw away his trash, and I could see him eyeing my excessively large recycling container with all of my empty bottles in it. “Can I use your bathroom?”

I nodded and pointed down the hall. He headed into it, closing the door. I hoped he wasn’t about to leave. Just having him here, even if we were quietly watching a movie, was nice. I was so often alone. But I also couldn’t assume that he wanted to continue to see me either. After a minute, Caleb came back and sat down on the couch, raising a brow at me. “Well, now what?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “We had lunch and a movie.”

“Yeah. Are you going to try to get into my pants now?”

I am certain my entire body turned bright red. Caleb laughed. “Calm down, Teracht, I’m just joking,” he said. “Although, you have seen me naked already.”

I ducked my head slightly. “Was that inappropriate of me for only a second date?”

“No,” Caleb said, shrugging. “I would have said something if I was concerned about it.”

I nodded, my face still burning. “Well, um… Do you have to leave soon?”

Caleb shook his head. “No. But I don’t want to overstay my welcome either, so if it’s time for me to go, you can tell me.”

“No. I like having you here,” I said, giving him a small smile, hoping I did not sound as overly eager as I felt.

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