Gay Secret Admirer Steals My Heart Pt 4

He held me in both hands and milked my cock with one firm, deliberate stroke, drawing it out. The clear liquid, thick as syrup, collected in a glistening bead that grew in size until it threatened to drip.
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Buddy squeezed my hand tightly as we entered my apartment. After we kicked off our shoes he took the lead and, smiling puckishly, pulled me straight to my bedroom. I’d creamed my pants spectacularly less than half an hour ago, but the stirrings I felt now assured me I would still have plenty left for him.
It was dizzying how quickly the best day of my life was following after the worst. Losing my parents, my friends, and my job had nearly destroyed me, but in exchange I’d been given the world. My world was this skinny, geeky-looking, freckle-faced cherub. I was given to fantasizing about well-built guys, but I could find nothing unattractive about Buddy, who was shockingly a year my senior at twenty-one, but short and scrawny like a teen still waiting for his growth spurt. He’d saved my life, and now he’d stolen my heart completely in his stammering, timid way.
As diffident and self-conscious as he tended to be, there wasn’t much sheepishness in him now. I couldn’t miss the look in his eyes. There was a beast trapped within his fragile little frame, a beast that wanted my pants off as soon as possible. I was equally anxious, raring to see just how much more of that beast I could coax out of him.
Standing near my bed, I faced him fully, breathing hard. I took the hand that had been holding mine and pressed it against the bulge in my pants.
“Yours,” I said emphatically.
“Mine,” he whispered, gazing up at me with wonder and desire. He...