He's not getting away

She rolls her eyes as she sees him trying to slide a pant-leg back on. "This is getting really annoying, Tim." she firmly kicks him in the chest which forces him to tumble onto the bed. "I want you to have fun, to have sex with me, and you want me to tell everybody you can't get it up?" He looks up in terror, jiggling like a jello mold left in the heat a bit too long. His pants fly out of his hands and her bed creeks in anguish.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can't you just let yourself step out of the little bitch closet, Tim." Something inside her snaps at him. Making a show of kicking him in the legs just hard enough to draw out a slapping noise. "You need a good diet, and you need a better bodywash, Tim." he looks up at her, a bit calmer now."You're not sub-human. You're not a fucking toilet. You're not a toy. I won't let you treat yourself like this!" She chokes a bit, "I care way too much for that. If it's the last time I ever see you, Tim..."

She pauses, "And it could be, we're all gonna be spread out, or go to college. We're all gonna meet new people, people rarely keep their childhood friends, Tim." she considers her words carefully, "Do you want me to forget you? To wake up one morning, in a cold bed."

He shakes his head, "I don't want you to forget me." he chokes back tears in a final effort to save some kind of dignity. "But I can't. My... I just can't... it hurts, ok." She looked down at him in utter confusion "What do you mean?"

He collects himself a bit, laying utterly defeated beneath a girl just under half his size. "When I pull my foreskin back... it hurts! If I get too hard, it hurts! If I masturbate in the normal way, it hurts. I have to sit down on the toilet or it sprays everywhere." He pauses, "I'm a freak, that what I am. I'm a fat freak!" the words seem to lift a weight off his shoulders and he breathes freer now, "Please, just... stop."

She walks over to her nightstand and frees her phone from it's docking station. She doesn't think he's lying, but she's never heard of anything like that before. A quick few searches reveals a wikipedia entry called "phimosis" as she reads it, it's exactly what he's describing. She does another search, and finds a bunch of manga with this as a weird fetish.

She plops down next to him and puts his arm around her shoulder propping herself up with his. She shows him a few pages. "Look, you're a fetish." He looks over and reads a few with her.

"It looks like it stays like that if you don't stretch it out." she explains. "How about we stretch it out a little together?

"Would you let me do that?" She looks up at him trying to put on her best apology face. "I won't hurt you." He doesn't say anything, just watches as she coaxes him to spread his legs for her.

She wraps her hand around it, and realizes it's much bigger than it looks, whole inches lost to his folds of flesh. She cranes to get a better look at what she's doing and gives him one super slow stroke, making it a point not to squeeze too hard. His skin slides through her hands, and he's soon wincing as it reaches full mast. "It's gonna be, ok." She says as she move closer, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Then she climbs between his legs. She can see the skin glisten, she tenderly pulls it back, ever so slightly. And the tip pops through like the second head pops out of a Xenomorph. "I'm gonna start ok?" and she waits for him to nod.

Then, she sighs, makes peace with her gods, and lets her tongue drag across it.

The taste is a smörgåsbord of awful that threatens to end things here. But this isn't about her. And when he gasps, his face lit up in new sensation, this gets her through the worst. Soon she's bobbing up and down on him, and he's already telling her he's at his limit.

As she sucks, the skin pulls up and locks over his tip. His balls twitch, and the first glob breaks through before the rest is **** down around the circumference of the inside of his skin, it bulges out and she realizes it might tear if she doesn't do something.

She puts her mouth over it again, prying it back and gently teasing the cum into her mouth. Which somehow tastes better than Sam's load. She slips her tongue around the inside of his foreskin, and it slides back just enough for her to get out most of the cum.

She breaks her seal and looks up to show him her effort, with a smile, before swallowing it down. Then she's back on it, this time slowly tugging, ever so lightly. Soon a milky deposit is visible. "Hey, you've got that SMEGMA stuff those anime girls lusted over... I'm gonna clean it like they did."

She bends down and scoops some off with her tongue and it tastes so rancid, and masculine, it almost makes her puke and her clit and nipples ache at the same time. Her eyes water and she wants to stop but his first words since her blowjob, "Get it all, please!" leave her obligated to finish.

It takes her five more attempts but she soon has a mouthful of his rotten man-porridge. The smell is so thick that it runs up the back of her nose and when she swallows it, she gags, but manages to hold it down.

He's looking at her like this is a dream. And this warmth fills her enough to feel how horny it's made her. She runs her hands over her nipples and feels their hardness. She runs her hand over her pussy and feels it's readiness. "I wanna be your first, Tim." She says to him "Can I try?"

He nods silently and she hops into his lap. Posting her hands on his knees as he guides himself inside her. She slowly slides herself up and down his fragile shaft. It's wet enough that her motions rarely causes him discomfort, and when it does she simply stops and keeps her actions just on his bulbous head.

It goes on for minutes of pleasant riding. "Can I tell you a secret, since I have one on you? Only fair." He moans out in approval before nodding. "I want us all to live together, in a house with lots of room. I want us to have lots of fun together, play games everyday!" She lets out a moan of pleasure, before continuing. "And you're right, I wanna be a mommy, someday." He looks up at her on the edge of orgasm at the admission. "Could I be... the father someday." She smiles as she reads the room before tenderly saying back, "I'd like that."

The words put him over the edge, and he cums hard enough to jerk himself free of her insides. His thick cream paints her folds and skin before she gets hold of his bucking sea cucumber; jerking it softly into her bush.

She looks down at the mess he's made with content. Watching as he collapses back on the bed exhausted; she lets him fall asleep.

Heading into the bathroom and cleaning up, making sure to rinse out her mouth, and brush her teeth. Soon, she's dressed, and gives him one last look, spread eagle on her bed, before closing the door.