Page 42 of Praising Haru

“Can you do me a favour, pretty boy?”

“Anything.”

“During this conversation, call me Sir.”

“Fuck. Yes, Sir.”

Blood rushes to my cock. “You’re so obedient. Get some lube.” I squeeze a dollop onto my palm and stroke my cock.

“I’ve got it, Sir.”

“Slick up your cock and stroke it, beautiful.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know what I’m imagining right now?” I twist my wrist as I work my hand up and down my length.

“What?”

“Your pretty mouth around my cock.”

He whimpers.

“I bet you’re excellent at giving head. You’d have me coming in seconds. Would you like me to fuck your mouth the next time I see you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m imagining it now. You, on your knees, looking so damned pretty as you stare at me and wait for me to fuck your mouth. Tell me you want my cock.”

“I want your cock, Sir.” His voice is breathy and needy.

I work my hand faster. I don’t know how long I’m going to last talking to him like this. “So good. Such a good boy. Tell me how deep you’d take my cock.”

“To the back of my throat.”

I shiver, and goosebumps rise on my arms. “You’re making me so hard, talking like that. Are you being good and stroking yourself?”

“Yes.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You. Only you.” His desperate whine goes straight to my cock.

“Oh fuck, beautiful, you’re going to make me come.”

“Same. You’re going to make me come. I-I—” He’s trying to be quiet as he gasps and groans, no doubt not wanting his parents to hear what he’s up to in his room.

I have no such worries. Sure, I have neighbours, but I don’t know them. My chest heaves. My balls are heavy. I’m desperate to unload them.

“Tell me how close you are, gorgeous.”

“So close, Sir. So close.”

“I know you look fucking beautiful, lying on your bed with your cock hanging out of your pants and your balls full of cum. You’re working your hand so fast your muscles are aching, aren’t you, baby?” And if he wasn’t, I bet he is now.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I wish I was there to see how stunning you look. After you come, I want you to take a selfie and send it to me. I want to see my ravishingly gorgeous boy.” My high school English teacher would be fucking proud of me for coming up with ‘ravishingly’.