Page 77 of Rule 3: Never Fake Marry the Coach's Son
“No, Oskar, that is not a reasonable amount. You have all sorts of extra inches.”
“Maybe a few...”
I laugh.
“It just looks that way because I’m, um, smaller.”
I giggle. “You’re bigger than me.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Nope. No problem.” I fling myself beside him, then line our bodies up so that our cocks are touching. Heat moves through me at the feel of his body. I didn’t think just touching a cock would feel so good, but this is absolutely working for me. “We have to make sure we’re completely even.”
“You’re an expert?”
“Am expert in many things, Oskar. You know it.”
I move my fingers over our cocks, and he bites his lower lip.
“You can groan,” I say. “Feels good. Groaning is good.”
“Yeah?” He pants and looks so adorable that I kiss him all over again.
“Yeah.”
“Now you have to remeasure,” he says.
“Is my pleasure.” I run our cocks together from the base. “Two inches, Oskar. You’re two inches more than me. You must be eight inches long. Maybe more.”
“Eight and a half,” he says. “If I’m really hard.”
“I’ll get you really hard.” I move my fingers over his cock, feeling every ridge and vein. Pre-cum spills from the top, and I move the liquid over his cock, so it will make him feel good.
He gives me a strange look. “You don’t mind?”
I frown. “I like sex. And I have these same parts. And I like you. So, why should I mind?”
“I like women, but I don’t want to touch them like this.”
My frown deepens. Maybe I shouldn’t like this. But I don’t feel any repulsion or tentativeness. This is Oskar.
“It’s not a problem,” Oskar says softly.
“No?”
“I like it when you touch me.”
I smile into his big blue eyes, and all my body warms. Something tightens in my chest.
“I’m glad we’re doing this,” I say, and the words come out more husky than I intend.
He blinks up at me in his trusting manner. “Me too.”
I eye his cock again. It truly is massive, whatever Oskar says. I definitely didn’t expect Oskar to have this. It’s definitely cool.
I move my fingers over the velvety length, feeling the way the blood pulses. It seems to grow harder, larger in my hand. Then I dip down and open my mouth...
Oskar realizes what I want to do at once.
