Broken Baby Maker

How It Happened..

A loud crash was heard, coming from down stairs, making Kaylie jump up frightened. She began buttoning her shirt up, causing a frown to form on my face.

"What are you doing?" I ask and she looks at the open door of my room in worry.

"I think someone else is in the house." She whispered. as shse gathered her stuff into her bag.

"We would have heard the car if any one arrived," I said and she seemed to consider it but was still worried about the sound coming from down stairs. "Don't worry, I'm sure it was just my dog Pancho."

She opened her mouth slightly but shut it closed. She seemed to be wondering if to believe it was my dog, or a person. That was of course until Pancho barked, and Kaylie let out a relived sigh.

"So where were we?" I asked biting my lip approaching her slowly.

Her cheeks turned into a shade of pink, and she stared at the floor, not moving a single muscle. When I was a feet away from her, her blue eyes looked into mine. I cupped her cheek with my hand and pulled her closer until our lips met.

We didn't break the kiss, as I laid her on my bed, with my body on top of her. my lips left hers, leaving a trail of kisses down her jawline to her neck. My hands slipped under her shirt, while I kissed her neck. She moaned as I kissed her sweet spot. I smirked and began sucking on it making her moan.

She placed her small hands on my chest, slightly pushing on it. I hovered over her, smirking at the mark I left. Her face was flushed, as she looked up at my face.

"I-I.." She began saying but stuttered her words out.

"Your not ready." I finished for her, getting up from her and standing a few feet from the bed.

Kaylie got up and stayed seated on my bed, looking at the floor frowning. Her eyes flickered up at me, and her lips parted but no words came out. Instead she stared at my lower half blushing red as a fire extinguisher.

I looked down in confusion and saw the lump my jeans created. "Wanna see it?" I asked lifting and eyebrow, causing her to blush harder if possible.

I unzipped my jeans and took them off hearing a gasp coming from Kaylie. She looked away rapidly when I caught her staring, only making me laugh.

"Wanna see the rest?" I asked a smirk forming on my lips.

"I-umm ye-no.. I mean..." She said nervously nodding and shaking her head.

"Is that a yes?"

She didn't say anything, and I took it as a yes. I took my boxers off and her hear gasp. A chuckle left my lips when I saw one of her both her hands covering up her face.

"Karate chop!" A different voice yells, hitting my boner, and my ball sack, with their hand.

"What the fuck!?" I yell, letting out a loud groan feeling the cramps jolt up to my stomach and back to my penis. Sucking a deep breath in I crouch in holding my junk, looking up to see a very pleased looking Jacob.

"You just fucking chopped my dick!" I yell in anger and shock regaining my strength, pointing at my dick.

"Where the hell did you even come from?!"

"Fernando, calm down," Jacob says calmly his arms motioning for me to breath in and out. "Its alright, I saved your life."

Kaylie was clutching her stomach, laughing at the scene in front of her. I didn't know which to be more mad at, my best friend interrupting us, or him chopping me dick.

"You fucking hit my boner! How is that saving my life!" I yell think of the most recent girls I've been with, how hot they were, and how amazing they did me as I did them. I looked down at my dick, with hopes that it was up.

"It won't fucking come up!"

"You broke his dick!" Kaylie squeals, pointing at me, than falling on my bed laughing her head off.

"Look at it this way," Jacob places the hand he hit my dick with on my shoulder, trying to show comfort. "If I did break your dick, you won't have to worry about having babies."

"Or buying condoms!" Jacob added jumping, a few seconds after that.

"Dude," Jacob says looking at his hand, "Why was your dick so soft?"

"What kind of cream do you use?" Jacob asked caressing my dick.

"What the fuck dude!" I yell slapping his hand away from my dick, and pulling up my boxers, glaring at him.