The dangers of long periods of abstinence

Very awkward situation)))

Singto's apartment

Prachaya had dinner and was about to go to bed. The mood was great - the self-isolation was over, and the work had not yet begun. Three days of blissful idleness lay ahead, and that was what he was going to indulge in all that time. Singto's sweet thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone, and Perawat's name popped up on the screen. Remembering that the younger man wanted to talk to him about something, the elder took the call and gasped with excitement in an instant. The reason for this state of mind of the boy was the following sounds:

"P...aah. P'Sing. Sing... Tuan. More... Mmm... I'm cumming... "

There was a long, sensual moan from Junior, after which there was silence on the other end of the wire. Breathing heavily, Prachaya asked:

"Kit, what...was that just now?"

And I was suddenly fuming when, in a completely calm, unabashedly breathless voice, Krist answered:

"A demonstration of my feelings and desires, Tuan. I want you in me. And myself in you. And to caress you. And kiss you. In general, a month of self-isolation without a single meeting is a mockery," - concluded his passionate tirade junior. - And all your fears: Kit, do not come to me, because of the pandemic, stay home, this is the peak of the disease. So I have to provoke you this way. Now that the self-isolation is over, you won't refuse me, will you?"

"What do you suggest, Kit?" - Singto said hoarsely, trying to overcome the excitement caused by Perawat's words.

Krist quickly laid out the case:

"I know that you miss me, and I miss you, and that you have three days to spare, beginning tomorrow. How so? I have the same story, P'. Well, let's spend them together, Singtuan. You're welcome".

"What about your friends, Kit-Kit? You can't get to your parents, I agree, but you gotta see your friends. Or am I more than enough for you?"

"More than enough, P'Sing, - he murmured. - And I'm sure it's enough for you, too. Shall I prove it to you?"

"Try me," - the elder grinned, trying hard not to groan. The excitement didn't go away peacefully. I had to go into battle and spill... Well, not blood, of course, but some substance, too.

"I'm sure when you picked up the phone and heard me, you got a hard-on," - Kit said. And while a stunned Singto, listening to Nong', moved his hand faster and faster, Perawat quietly moaned, blowing Prachaya's last fuses:

"Cum for me, Tuan".

With a loud moan, the older man poured himself into his hand, thus confirming Kit's point. The younger one, with a satisfied chuckle, uttered:

"Did you prove it, P'Sing?"

"Proved it," - Prachaya wheezed.

"All right, Kit. Let's spend these days together. I'll see you tomorrow. Or do you want me to come to you?"

"You'd better come to my place, P'. That way no one will bother us. I sent Pluto to stay with his grandparents".

"All right, Kit-Kit. Then meet me tomorrow at ten o'clock".

"All right, Tuan, good night".

"Sweet dreams to you too, Nong," - answered Prachaya and passed out, looking forward to tomorrow's marathon of sensual pleasures with his beloved.

But neither tomorrow, nor the day after tomorrow, nor on the last third weekend the boys could be together: overtime suddenly appeared: Krist had to deal with a burst pipe in his house for three days, and Singto was burdened with homework up to his ears by a professor. Gritting their teeth, the boys set about solving the problems, making plans for the future.