You knock on Ross' bedroom window, and he sneaks you inside. "Mom and Rick are asleep already."
"Is that why you decided to try it tonight?"
"Mm-hmm. I'm having some trouble, though."
He stands up and shucks his boxers off, kicking them across the room. You try not to stare...
"I can get to ju-u-ust about here," he explains, leaning over and getting the head in his mouth, before sitting back up quickly. "But by then my back just about snaps. I was thinking you could help me get down a little bit more."
"Well, I-I, uh... I can't force your back down."
"Didn't ask you to. I need you to pop the joints."
"How do I do that?"
He stands up and beckons for you to stand, too. He presses his back to your chest and wraps your arms around his torso, and you fight the urge to squeeze. "Take your fists and pull them straight into your chest."
A soft crack vibrates into your skin, and he groans a bit. "Yeah, like that. Move down..." crack! "And back up to here."
Your arms are directly against his chest, and you can feel his nipples poking through the fabric. crack!!
"That should help," he sighs, sitting back on the floor. "Wanna get a picture when I'm down to the base? I'mma need it."
You sit down on his chair and ready the camera. "Sure."
He bends down to his dick again and gets it in his mouth, and starts to suck. He groans, making your thighs clench and rub together.
Slowly, he manages to get all the way down to the base, where a layer of dark fuzz circles his rod. You snap a picture of it, and he pulls off lewdly, smacking his lips. "Gah, my back."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Hey, by the way, thanks for helping me. It really does mean a lot to me, y'know."
You blush, and the two of you make eye contact for a solid second. "No... no big."
"Feel like I should return the favor," he laughs, sitting down beside you. Still pantsless. He's just trying to tease you at this point.
"...How... how so?"
"Depends. What do you want?"
Now what do you say?
I want to suck it for you too.
I want you to eat me out.
I want you inside me.
I want to kiss you crazy.
I want you.
"...That's a loaded question."
"Is it now?" He slides out of the chair and slips his fingers into the waist of your pants. "How loaded? I'm experimental."
"J... Just... I dunno."
"Would you want oral?"
You nod. "How 'bout the OG?"
"...Ross, you could just say vaginal."
He sputters. "Well that--! Sounds weird. Weird, man!"
"They both sound amazing," you whisper, changing the subject. "Either one."
His brow knits under his shaggy black hair.
