Page 58 of Goldilocks

“Then we will couple,” Goldilocks stated. “Move down. My form is not stable, and I do not wish to hurt you by shifting suddenly, so we will do it like this.”

“Alright,” Sam agreed. He should probably bring up the fact that he was a virgin. And that he hadn’t ever slept with anyone before, and that Goldilocks’s cock was huge, so they should probably work up to it. But all of thoseshouldswould probably lead to a delay. To anot today.And Sam didn’t want this to end now. He wasn’t ready for that. He wanted to keep going. He wanted more. More of this bossy, demanding merman telling Sam he was going to mount him.

Goldilocks released Sam’s other wrist and Sam twisted around to face his tail-end. He pushed the covers from Goldilocks’s tail, revealing his erection sticking straight up from the scales. Sam’s hand moved all by itself to grasp Goldilocks’s cock. Goldilocks’s body seemed to produce its own lube, and Sam dipped his fingers into the area at the base, coating his palm in the slick substance. Hand primed, he rubbed him again.

“I can see your balls,” Sam whispered, stuck staring. “Inside. They look cramped in there.”

Goldilocks hummed.

Sam peeked at his face to see his hand was being watched. Goldilocks’s eyes were half-lidded, and he idly ran his hand up Sam’s spine.

“Can I touch them?”

“Yes.”

Sam shuffled down, kneeling at Goldilocks’s side. Carefully, he reached inside. His sack was just inside the slit in his tail that his cock jutted from, and as Sam reached in, they seemed to reach back. Goldilocks adjusted his position. Then he adjusted again. And again. He grunted. “Pull them out.”

Sam swallowed hard. He reached in, finding the inside tight and cramped, and did his best to gently get his fingers behind the squishy balls and guide them out rather than pull. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt Goldilocks because he didn’t know what he was doing.

A clank drifted in from outside.

Sam went still, lifting his head.

There was another knock. Radio voices.

A sail snapped close by. Sam withdrew his hand and lifted up, peering out his window. He winced to see an approaching yacht with full, familiar sails of blue.

“Can you change? Or go into the water?” Sam eyed the stretch of his tail and the small cabin. Even curled up there was no way he would fit.

“What?” Goldilocks’s eyes filled with awareness. He frowned at Sam. “Go?”

Sam nodded to the window. “There’s a boat swinging up. I know the guy on it. He’s going to circle me a few times before he moves on.” He got up, grabbing his clothes to throw on. “You’re too big to hide in here unless you change.”

“Hide?”

Sam pulled up his trousers in a rush, not taking the time to find his underwear. “Your tail?” he pointed out. “You guys always hide, right?” He frowned. “And this guy’s the type to cause trouble, so just this once I think you should…” He trailed off.

The look Goldilocks fixed on him was a squall shy of stormy.

“I’m not trying to hide that I’m with you,” Sam said, voice lowered. “I just don’t want any trouble.”

Goldilocks sat up, tail becoming legs, and as he stood, his face contorted in pain.

“That hurts? Wait, should I—”

Goldilocks brushed past Sam, exiting the cabin. Sam tugged on his shirt as he followed. “I have spare clothes?”

Goldilocks jumped overboard. Below, the surface was too dark for Sam to see well, but he saw his form enlarge. Legs became a large shadow. The splash of his departure wet Sam’s feet.

“Alone?” a voice sang.

Reluctantly, Sam turned to face the music. Fionn brought his yacht far too close for comfort. The sound of the sails snapping made him wince, and Sam swore that Fionn saw that wince and responded with a smile.

Music filled the air like noise, an overly loud racket that didn’t suit the peace of the ocean. Sam knew that when Fionn was alone, and nobody was around, he didn’t listen to music at all. He only turned it on when people were in earshot.

“No sister? No brother? No nobody?” Fionn taunted. The sails snapped again, a crosswind catching them. The canvas stretched. The yacht dipped to the side, coming dangerously close to colliding with Sam. Sam scowled. Fionn always did this. Showed off his expertise and mastery of the sails with dangerous manoeuvres. The only thing that irked Sam more than the recklessness was that he’d never once actually scraped Sam’s boat, and that only boosted Fionn’s arrogance higher.

“Get some distance before you sink us both,” Sam called out.