Page 57 of Goldilocks

“The actual skin doesn’t have much feeling, but it feels good for you to move it like that,” Sam attempted to explain. “Because it drags over sensitive parts underneath.” He had to stop to breathe, to try to collect himself before he could continue. “A lot of guys have it removed,” he added absently.

“Why?”

“Sometimes it’s for medical reasons. Sometimes it’s because it can help with sensitivity.”

Goldilocks touched his nose to his tip once more, and Sam squeezed his eyes shut, collapsing against the table. He twisted the blanket into his fist as heat rose in his body.

“You will keep it,” Goldilocks said. “I like it.”

“I’m gonna come,” Sam muttered back, holding on, barely.

“No other is allowed to touch here.”

Sam didn’t think it was the right time to point out that there wasn’t exactly a line of people waiting to touch his cock. Or play with his foreskin. Or his balls. Or lick the freckles he apparently had on the underside of his cock that he didn’t even know about. It might have been a good moment for Sam to admit he had no interest in anyone else touching him.

“I’m gonna…” Sam groaned. “Please.”

“I like your voice.”

This merman was going to absolutely wreck Sam.

Goldilocks grasped him harder and pulled Sam by the cock, so that his length made contact with Goldilocks’s face. Goldilocks shut his eyes, sucking half of Sam’s sack into his mouth. The hard suction undid him.

Fire spread throughout Sam, licking up his thighs, ploughing through his core. Sam’s mind blanked as he climaxed. Goldilocks’s fingers dug into Sam’s hip – the uninjured one – anchoring him as he trembled, and the other pumped his cock through his orgasm.

With a gasp, Sam collapsed, weight falling onto Goldilocks’s chest. He sucked in hard breaths, eyes glued shut as his body calmed down with quakes and twitches. A hot tongue toyed with Sam’s sack, then the underside of his cock. At least it was lower down, where there was less sensitivity.

Sam managed to peel his eyelids open to look at Goldilocks.

Sam’s cock lay on his face, no longer erect and held above. The base was being sucked by Goldilocks while his length rested on Goldilocks’s cheek. His tip nested against his brow. One of Goldilocks’s eyes was shut, semen splattered over his closed lid. There was some on his temple, dripping into his golden hair.

Horror tore through Sam. “Your hair!” he said, aghast. He had been right; this was a crime. It was beyond a crime. Those perfect curls shouldn’t be soiled by anything, least of allsemen. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I have shampoo. I’ll scrub it out.”

Goldilocks grabbed his wrists. “Be still,” he warned.

Sam looked on in horror as Goldilocks moved his head, letting more of the semen drip into his hairline. He didn’t seem to care. His focus was on running his tongue all over Sam. He suckled on his foreskin, moving it about with his tongue. His hands were busy holding Sam’s pinned to his thighs.

“Your release is under the skin here,” Goldilocks noted. “I will get it for you.”

Sam shivered in sensitivity, but Goldilocks’s tongue was very gentle as he cleaned him.

“Can I please wash your hair?” Sam whispered. He couldn’t believe he did that. Into his beautiful curls? He should have gotten off on Goldilocks’s chest. He should have given more warning.

“You may,” Goldilocks said around a mouthful of dick.

Sam shut his eyes. He couldn’t look any longer.

Goldilocks spoke again. And then again.

Sam tilted back his head, quaking from the attention. “You’ll have to spit out my dick if you want me to understand.”

Goldilocks stopped sucking on him. “I said your cock pleases me.”

“Great. I’m glad,” Sam muttered, overwhelmed. “Everything about you pleases me, so I think we’re getting somewhere.”

Goldilocks hummed in agreement. He released Sam’s wrist, sliding his hand up Sam’s thigh until he was cradling his hip bone. “The pain here is gone?”

Sam nodded.