Make Me [Man x Boy] [BDSM]

Make Me [Man x Boy] (Chapter 6)

Chapter Six

After Jackson had jacked me off in the back of his car, he had taken me to one of his favorite restaurants. We weren’t there very long, because he called ahead so the food would be ready when we got there, but I quickly figured out why it must be his favorite.

The food, though I couldn’t tell you what it was I ate, was absolutely delicious. If there hadn’t been so much, I probably would’ve asked for seconds. But I had been struggling enough to finish my food, so I supposed maybe another helping wasn’t the best idea.

 

I wasn’t going to lie, I felt a little awkward around Jackson then. I couldn’t even look at him without blushing and dropping eye contact again. If he noticed, he didn’t let on that he did, and seemed to be completely oblivious to the shyness I took on. I couldn’t even figure out why I felt so awkward now, it was just…

Well, I never had my dick touched before.

What if I had done something weird? Or what if mine didn’t look like his? And by that, I mean what if his dick was bigger or shaped differently and he thought mine looked weird?

Jackson seemed to be too much of a gentleman to tell me any of this though, and he probably thought he was being polite by not saying anything. I, on the other hand, was freaking out inside.

 

After the restaurant, we just went straight back to the apartment. I had just walked in, and was wondering what we would do next when he spoke up.

 

“I didn’t go too far earlier, did I?” He asked suddenly.

I was taken aback by the question, and had to look at him in surprise for a few seconds before I recovered. “No?”

He had an uncertain look on his face, like he didn’t quite believe me. I didn’t know if I was just imagining it, or if it was done on purpose, but there was definitely some space between us as well.

“I just… If I go too far, don’t be afraid to say something, okay?” He said, and for the first time, Jackson looked uncomfortable.

I didn’t know how to react to this, just like I’m sure he didn’t know how to handle it. “Okay…” I agreed though.

“Okay…” He said as well, but still looked like there was more he wanted to say.

I didn’t ask though, instead waiting for him to speak up. It didn’t take long for him to grow the balls to say something, and he finally crossed the distance between us. I could feel my breathing pick up with excitement as he came nearer, and my face reddened when his hand cupped my cheek.

I felt like such a girl, but my heart still continued to flutter; especially when a small smile covered his face as he studied my own.

“I just don’t want you to feel obligated to let me touch you…” He said, turning serious again. “If you’re not okay with it--”

“Jackson…” I interrupted him gently.

I expected him to frown at my rudeness, and he seemed to consider how to react for a moment. He only raised an eyebrow; silently urging me to continue.

“I’m really okay with it.” I answered, and I could feel my face getting hotter at my confession.

What I said must have made him feel much better, because I could practically see the relief on his face. His smile even grew, and though I barely knew this man yet, I still felt myself smiling because of his own happiness.