Page 43 of Don't Trust the Cowboy

I’veneverfeltapenis before. I’ve seen one in porn and once by accident in the dorm, but I’ve never felt one before. The thought of touching Billy’s makes me wet again, but once he’s admitted that he’s hard, I can’t resist. “Can I touch it?”

He lays on his back and brings my hand over to him. His pants are open, and his underwear is exposed behind the zipper. He places my hand on his briefs, where I can feel the hard outline of his cock behind his underwear. My thumb touches the tip of it. It’s soft but I don’t dare stroke it...or....should I? The moment I think about it, his dick moves. He lets out a little grunt.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Just fine, love.”

“It moved.”

“You’re touchin’ it.” He chuckles softly.

“Is that good or bad?”

“I didn’t say ouch, doll.” He murmurs. “But I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am one unchristian thought away from taking complete advantage of you, darlin’. And I’m not going to do anything to mess things up between us.”

But I want to touch him so badly. I saw the outline of his cock before, and now that he’s done this to me tonight, I feel like he’s opened a floodgate. “Can I see it?”

“Well, I suppose that that’s only fair, love. I’ve seen yours. As dark as it is in here.” He explains as he pulls his jeans down over his ass, and slides his briefs down. His cock is massive. Never thought I’d ever categorize a penis as this, but, it’s...beautiful. Long, lean, with throbbing little veins covering it just enough. The head looks so soft and the length of him meets his navel.

“Billy?”

“Um hm?”

“I want to touch it.”

“Go ahead and touch it then. You won’t hurt me.”

As I lay my hand on it, it twitches. “So, does that mean it feels good?”

“Um hm.” He says on exhale.

My fingers stroke the tip. “It’s so soft.”

“You’re soft, too, darlin’. Very soft. Every inch of you.”

“Yeah?”

He nods, eyes closed, taking in the contact. It’s exciting having this effect on him. It’s like he’s under my spell. Like he’s putty in my hands. Literally. My fingers touch the length. It’s rubbery but smooth and so soft and warm, inviting. “How do you...when you...do you grab it?” I ask, not entirely sure what I’m asking.

“Are you asking how to jerk me off?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Show me how to do it.”

He looks at me with a soft scoff. “You want to do that?”

I nod. “I want to try it.”

“You sure?”

“Uh huh. Just...show me.”

“You ever milked a cow, darlin’?”

“No. But is it like that?”

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