"Connor, this is getting weird." Hank pulls his finger out of Connor's mouth.
"Sorry Hank. I don't think I can help it."
"I'll give you something else to suck." Hank smiles at Connor.
"Like what?"
"Nevermind. Let's not keep the alcohol waiting."
"Hank, no." Connor grabs Hank's arm as he's trying to leave the car. He looks upset at Hank.
"Connor, I'm an adult. Let me do adult things." Hank tries to exit the car again.
Connor pulls him back in and looks him in the eyes.
"You told me you drink alcohol to kill yourself a little every day. I'm trying so hard to make you happy and nothing's working. Hank, I want to keep you around as long as I can. Please don't leave me. Stay with me forever" Connor barely stops himself from crying.
Hank looks down at Connor's loving expression. He realizes how much Connor really cares about him.
Connor feels Hank's lips touch his own. They close their eyes and forget about everything as they touch each other. Hank runs his hand through Connor's hair and caresses his waist. Connor accidentally lets out a little moan that sends chills down Hank's spine and makes him impulsively cover the noticeable bulge in his pants.
"Is something wrong, Hank? What are you hiding?" Connor tries to remove Hank's hand.
Hank pulls away from Connor's hand and squeezes his legs together tightly.
"It's just a human thing. I have to go take care of this." Hank gets out of the car and jogs to the front door. While he struggles with the lock, Connor notices what Hank was hiding.
Does Hank have an erection? Did I do that?
Connor gets out of the car and follows Hank into the house. He sees Hank enter the bathroom.
As Connor waits patiently on the couch for Hank, he starts to think about what just happened. The more he thinks about it, the more it starts to bother him.
I want to do that again. I want him to touch and kiss me again. I'm so selfish. He's given me so much but I still want more. I can feel my pants getting tighter. Oh no. I'm getting-
Connor is interrupted by a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounds like Hank. Connor gets up and walks over to the bathroom door, concerned. He puts his ear to the door.
"Agh...hah...hah...ughhhh, fuck."
Is Hank hurt? What is he doing?
Connor opens the door and walks in.
"Hank, are you alright?"
They both freeze in place.
Hank is on the floor with his dick in his hand. His hand is dripping wet. Hank looks down to see a dot forming in Connor's pants.
"C-Connor, are...are you hard?" Hank can't take his eyes off of it.
"Yes...I think I am, Hank."
"It's so big." Hank quietly mumbles.
Connor kneels in front of Hank.
"Connor, the fuck are you doing?" Hank closes his legs.
"I want to make you feel good." Without hesitation, Connor spreads Hank's legs, opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.
"Con- Agh! Fuck, Connor!"
Hank's back arches and his legs go weak as Connor puts his entire dick in his throat. Connor can feel it throb against the walls of his throat and mouth. Hank thrusts into Connor's mouth and groans loudly.
Connor sits up and pants with his tongue out.
"Am I making you feel good?"
Hank breathes hard and struggles to speak.
"Don't...stop..."
He pushes Connor's head down back onto his dick. He continues to groan and hyperventilate.
"Mmm...fuck...shit...Connor, you're...hah...hah...such a...hah...good...boy...AGH!"
Connor feels Hank's warm cum shoot down his throat. Hank lifts Connor's head and kisses him passionately.
"That's going to go into my bloodstream." Connor smirks at Hank.
"Good. Now you'll always have some of me inside of you. Speaking of...
Connor, bend over. I'm not done with you yet."
