Page 32 of Mayfly

He just nods.

“Inside you—”

“Oh, shit,” he gasps, but the tub magnifies its volume.

“You filthy… fucking… whore.”

Moving on his own, Curren’s gloved fingers crawl towards his rim, and with the most painfully depraved groan I’ve ever heard, he buries two from each hand inside himself until his back is arched, his ass is up, and his hole is gaping.

“I need it… Please, Jude. Don’t make me beg.”

Turning to the sink, I splash cold water on my face, my chest, my dick, anywhere I can while resisting the urge to stare at Curren in the mirror. I look at the face wash, hand cream, body lotion, coconut oil. But his sultry little obedient mewls are counteracting the water’s effect. “God, you’re making this really hard for me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whines again.

“I don’t wanna hear your apologies. We can’t turn back time, can we?”

“N... No.”

“You should have been a better friend, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I bet you wanted me to fuck you back then, too.”

Silence.

I grab the small tub of coconut oil and step back to him. “Has Puppy forgotten how to talk?”

More silence.

“You did, didn’t you? You’ve been jerking off to thoughts of me fucking you for twenty years.”

Curren’s back hunches over the side of the bath in shame, and his hands slip down to cling to the back of his thighs.

Bullying my way between his legs, I push the top of my foot up against his balls and force his cock against his stomach. “Did I say you could move?”

With a disgraced shake of his head, he arches his back again but grips the tub instead.

“Are you embarrassed or ashamed? Or are you mad? Frustrated maybe, because now you know that you could have had me this whole time?” I drag my foot from between his legs and push my sole against his lower back. “Answer me!”

“All of it.”

I remove my foot, take my dick back in hand, squeeze near the tip, then shake it. “All of what?”

“Everything. All the things you said.” Still holding onto the edge of the bath for dear life, Curren turns his head to look up at me. “I’m ashamed of how I treated you. But most of all, I regret it meant we were both denied this for so long.”

“That’s exactly what you should be sorry for.”

Then it happens.

The first drop hits his skin, and Curren’s eyes roll back in his head.

Then it’s streaming down his back, over his ass and thighs, and dripping off the end of his dick.

He’s in another world.

His mind isn’t in his body anymore.

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