A Fitting Pair

A Borrowed Cock

Caspian was lying in bed, spooning Sebastian. They often took turns holding each other through the night. Caspian couldn't help but to reach around and feel Sebastian's semi-turgid cock just hanging. His mind remembered how it was to have a cock. He cupped Seb's sack, and imagined it was his balls he was holding tenderly. He gently squeezed the cock, feeling it swell under his touch. He took a finger and traced the smooth skin around the crown of his cockhead, that awkward misaligned circumcision scar that his tongue had memorized over the past few months. The pisshole that was just starting to leak precum with Caspian's playful actions.

"You can jerk it if you're careful, hon."

The words made him instantly damper between his thighs, and he started to slide the loose skin around his cock. The circumcision wasn't so tight that it couldn't manipulate it, and he started to pump the cock, remembering how it felt. He clenched his thighs every time he felt Sebastian's cock jump, imagining it was his cock. The muscle memory was there. Even if it wasn't his, he could imagine a moment where he still had his. Where he still was a man.

"I'm close. Do you want to drink me?"

Caspian climbed between the thighs Sebastian was parting, and took the cock between his lips. Well practiced, the hard cock slid along his tongue and the head passed down his throat. Caspian took large gulps, the clenching of his throat milking Sebastian's seed. He felt the warm rivulets slide down his throat, felt Seb's hands on his scalp.

"Come here." He raised Caspian's head up to his. He pulled Cas' lips to his, and tasted their shared seed. In Caspian's head, it was as if Sebastian was tasting his seed.

He felt two finger slide into his pussy, stretching him, and he moaned.