Max (20) and His Lovely Dick

Max stirred awake in his sprawling king-size bed, the morning sun slicing through the blinds of his sleek, modern apartment. At 20, he’d already carved out a name for himself in the tech world, his startup’s success affording him a penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of the city skyline. His body, toned from daily gym sessions, stretched languidly under the crisp white sheets, muscles flexing as he yawned. His short, dark hair was tousled, and his sharp jawline caught the light as he blinked the sleep from his eyes.

A familiar ache pulsed below his waist, insistent and demanding. Max glanced down, the sheets tented obscenely over his groin. He smirked, already knowing what he was dealing with. Tugging the sheets aside, he revealed his cock, achingly hard and standing proud. It was big—impressively so—thick and uncircumcised, the foreskin enveloping the swollen head like a pair of plush, velvety lips. The sight always sent a thrill through him. He loved how it looked, how the foreskin hugged the tip, soft and inviting, almost like it was teasing him. His dick twitched under his gaze, the head shifting slightly beneath the skin, and Max’s breath hitched.

“Morning, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. He reached down, fingers grazing the shaft, feeling the warmth and the faint pulse beneath the skin. His cock responded instantly, jerking upward as if begging for more. Max chuckled, wrapping his hand loosely around it, savoring the weight and the way it throbbed against his palm. The foreskin slid back just a fraction, revealing a glimpse of the glistening head, and he couldn’t help but admire it. “Fuck, you’re looking good today,” he muttered, his thumb brushing over the tip, feeling the soft, lip-like folds.

He started to stroke, slow and deliberate, letting the sensation build. His grip was firm but gentle, coaxing a low groan from his throat as his breathing grew raspy. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside and the slick sound of his hand moving. His cock pulsed eagerly, the foreskin gliding smoothly with each stroke, and Max closed his eyes, losing himself in the rhythm.

Then, a sound broke through his haze—a soft, feminine moan, unmistakably sultry but tinged with irritation. Max’s eyes snapped open, his hand freezing mid-stroke. “Not yet,” he muttered under his breath, hoping to ignore it. But the moans grew louder, more insistent, accompanied by a series of breathy groans that seemed to come from… well, right between his legs. His cock twitched again, and this time, the foreskin parted slightly, revealing a flash of something impossible: a slick, pink tongue nestled behind a row of small, sharp teeth, the head of his dick tucked just behind them like a secret.

“Ugh… god, dude,” a feminine voice whined, pouty and bratty, the words vibrating through the air as the lip-like foreskin moved with each syllable. “C-can you not be so rough? Like, jeez, give me a second to wake up, yeah?”

Max groaned, not from pleasure this time but from exasperation. He let go of his cock, letting it bob freely, the foreskin settling back over the head but still parted enough to show a glimpse of that tongue. “Seriously?” he said, glaring down at it. “I was just getting started, and you’re already complaining?”

His dick huffed, the foreskin pursing like a petulant mouth. “Oh, excuse me for wanting a little finesse,” she snapped, her voice dripping with sass. The tongue flicked out briefly, as if tasting the air, before retreating behind the teeth. “You’re always so grabby first thing in the morning. Like, chill, Max. I’m not a stress ball.”

Max rolled his eyes, leaning back against the headboard, his arms crossing over his broad chest. “You’re literally my dick. You’re supposed to like this.”

“Supposed to?” she shot back, the foreskin curling into what looked suspiciously like a smirk. “I’m not some mindless toy, dude. I’ve got standards. And right now, you’re not meeting them.” Her tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of affection, like she enjoyed pushing his buttons as much as she enjoyed the attention.

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re such a brat,” he muttered, but there was a grin tugging at his lips. He couldn’t deny it—she was a handful, but he kind of liked it. His cock was sentient, a fact he’d discovered a few years ago and still hadn’t fully wrapped his head around. She was horny as hell, sure, but also opinionated, snarky, and weirdly fond of him in her own way. It was like having a live-in partner who just happened to be… well, his dick.

“Brat? Moi?” she said, feigning offense. The foreskin parted again, and the tongue darted out, licking along the edge of the head in a way that sent a shiver up Max’s spine. “I’m a delight. You’re just lucky I put up with you.”

“Lucky, huh?” Max raised an eyebrow, his hand hovering over his cock again, tempted to resume where he’d left off. “Maybe I’ll just leave you hanging, then. See how you like that.”

The foreskin gasped dramatically, the teeth parting to show more of the slick, pink interior. “You wouldn’t dare,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Come on, Max. You know you want this as much as I do. Just… be nice about it, okay? Treat me like the queen I am.”

Max snorted, but his hand drifted back down, fingers brushing lightly along the shaft. His cock quivered, the foreskin trembling as if anticipating his touch. “Queen, my ass,” he said, but his tone was playful. “Fine. Let’s try this again. Slow and steady, your majesty.”

“Much better,” she purred, the lip-like foreskin curling into a pleased smile. As Max’s fingers wrapped around her again, she let out a soft, approving moan, the sound vibrating through his entire body. “Mmm, that’s more like it. Keep it gentle, big guy. Let’s make this last.”

Max’s fingers moved with deliberate care, gliding along the shaft of his cock, the skin warm and pulsing under his touch. The morning light bathed the room in a soft golden glow as he leaned back against the headboard, his breath steady but growing heavier. His dick, ever the vocal presence, let out a low, appreciative hum, her foreskin parting slightly to reveal that slick, pink tongue nestled behind her sharp little teeth. The head of his cock, tucked just beyond, glistened faintly, and Max couldn’t help but feel a surge of heat at the sight.

“Oh, that’s the stuff,” she purred, her feminine voice dripping with smug satisfaction. Her lip-like foreskin curled into a coy smile, and her tongue flicked out, teasing the air. “See? I knew you could be a good boy when you tried, Maxie.” Her tone was equal parts patronizing and flirtatious, like she was savoring every second of having him wrapped around her metaphorical finger.

Max’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t stop stroking, his grip light and teasing, just the way she’d demanded. “Don’t push it,” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You’re the one begging for this, not me.”

“Begging?” she scoffed, the foreskin pursing dramatically as if offended. “Please, dude, I don’t beg. I command. And you—” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, the words vibrating through his cock and straight to his core. “—you’re just eating it up, aren’t you? Look at you, all focused, taking care of your needy little queen. Such a good boy.”

Max’s cheeks flushed, a mix of annoyance and arousal sparking in his chest. “You’re impossible,” he said, but his hand didn’t falter, his strokes slow and rhythmic, coaxing soft, breathy moans from her. His cock twitched hard, the foreskin sliding back just enough to expose more of the glistening head, and he felt her pulse quicken under his fingers. She was getting harder, the shaft thickening in his grip, and a low groan escaped his lips at the sensation.

“Oh!” she gasped, her voice tinged with mock surprise as she jolted in his hand, the movement sharp and sudden. “Well, damn, Max, look at that! You’re making me harden than I already am…” Her tongue darted out, licking along the edge of her mouth, and she let out a bratty little laugh. “What’s got you so eager, huh? Can’t keep your hands off me? Pathetic, but, like, super cute.”

Max rolled his eyes, but his grip tightened just a fraction, earning a pleased whimper from her as he let out a raspy breath and stifled a moan. “You’re the one… throbbing like crazy,” he shot back, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t act like you’re not loving this.”

“Loving it? Pfft,” she said, though the breathy edge to her voice gave her away. Her mouth curled into a smirk, and her tongue flicked out again, this time brushing against his thumb as he stroked. The contact sent a shiver through her, and she let out a soft, needy moan before catching herself. “Okay, fine, maybe I’m a little into it. But only ‘cause you’re doing exactly what I want. Keep it up, pet~”

Max’s breath hitched, her words hitting him harder than he cared to admit. There was something about the way she talked to him—condescending, flirty, and just a little degrading—that made his pulse race. He shifted on the bed, his free hand gripping the sheets as he continued to stroke, his movements steady but with a growing urgency. His cock was rock-hard now, her foreskin gliding smoothly with each pass, and a faint sheen of precum began to bead in the folds of her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Maxie,” she moaned, her voice starting to waver, the bratty edge softening into something more ****. “Look at you, making me all messy…” Her tongue lapped at the precum, and she let out a choked little laugh, the sound vibrating through her. “You’re—nngh—so good at this, y’know? Taking care of your poor, needy dick like a good little pet. God, I love how we taste…”

Max’s face burned, but he couldn’t deny the heat pooling in his gut, especially from the sensation of feeling his dick slurp down their own cum. “You’re such a brat,” he muttered, his voice rough as he quickened his pace just slightly, feeling her pulse against his palm. The precum was flowing now, slicking his fingers and her mouth, making each stroke wetter, messier. Her moans grew louder, more erratic, and her tongue moved sloppily, licking at the precum as if she couldn’t get enough.

“Brat? Me?” she gasped, her words starting to stumble over each other as her voice grew choked and stuttery. “I’m—mmph—fucking perfect, and you—oh, god—you’re so… so good for me, Max…” Her mouth trembled, quivering as more precum spilled out, coating her tongue and dripping down her shaft. “Fuck, keep going, just like that… my good, good boy… taking care of his—nngh—needy little queen…”

Max’s breathing was ragged now, his own arousal spiking at her words, her sounds, the way she was falling apart under his touch. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on his cock, watching the way her foreskin-mouth moved, the tongue lolling out to lap at the precum, the teeth glinting faintly in the morning light. It was surreal, obscene, and so fucking hot he could barely think straight. “You’re a mess,” he said, his voice low and teasing, though he was just as worked up. “Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”

“S-shut up,” she stammered, her voice cracking as another pulse of precum spilled from her mouth. Her tongue flicked out weakly, trying to keep up, but she was too far gone, her moans turning into needy whimpers. “I’m—fuck, Max… you love it, don’t you? Love making me—oh, god—feel so good…” Her words were slurring now, her bratty confidence crumbling under the weight of her own pleasure. “Nnnngh… don’t stop, please…”

Max’s grip tightened, his strokes faster now, slick and relentless. His cock throbbed in his hand, her foreskin sliding back fully to expose the swollen head, her tongue lolling out as she panted and moaned. The precum was a steady stream, dripping onto the sheets, and her voice was a broken mess of stutters and gasps. “Max—fuck, Maxie, you’re—nngh—so fucking good to me… my perfect pet… taking care of his—oh, fuck—needy dick so well…”

He was close, and by extension so was she. He could feel it, the tension coiling tight in his core, but he wasn’t ready to let her win just yet. “You’re falling apart,” he teased, slowing his strokes just enough to make her whine in frustration. “Thought you were in charge, huh? Look at you, begging now.”

“Begging?” she choked out, her voice a **** whimper as her foreskin trembled. “I’m—nngh—not begging, I’m… I’m demanding—fuck, Max, don’t stop, you asshole!” Her tongue flicked out, licking at the air, and her teeth parted as if she wanted to bite something. “You’re so—oh, god—don’t you dare stop.”

Max grinned, his own arousal making his head spin as he resumed his pace, stroking her with a mix of tenderness and urgency. Her moans filled the room, raw and unfiltered, her bratty facade shattered as she babbled praises and pleas, her voice thick with need. “Good boy… my good, good boy… fuck, Max, you’re so—nngh—so perfect, taking care of me… love you, love you so much…”

The words hit him like a punch, and Max’s breath caught, his hand faltering for a split second. She’d never said that before, not so openly, and the raw affection in her voice, even through the desperation, made his chest tight. But before he could dwell on it, she let out a loud, **** moan, her entire body—er, entire length—quivering in his grip. “Max! Nnngh—fuck, why’d you stop!”

Her words dissolved into a choked sob, and Max knew she was right there on the edge, just like he was. He leaned in, continuing his strokes, relentless, his voice low and commanding. “Sorry… come on, then,” he murmured, echoing her teasing tone. “Show me how good your favourite boy makes you feel.”

Her mouth stretched into a wide, trembling smile, her tongue lolling out as she gasped and whimpered. “Max…” is all she managed, her voice barely coherent as the precum surged, thick and messy, spilling over his hand and onto the sheets. Her moans crescendoed into a raw, **** cry, and Max felt her pulse, hard and frantic, as she pushed them both toward the brink.

The room seemed to spin, the intensity of it overwhelming, and Max didn’t stop, didn’t let up, determined to ride it out with her, his own pleasure tangled with hers.

“Max—fuck, Max, I’m—nngh—super close…” she choked out, her words barely coherent. Her entire length quivered violently in his hand, and suddenly, she writhed, the movement so intense it felt like she was trying to squirm free.

“Let—let go!” she gasped, her voice ****, almost pleading. “C’mon, dude, let me—nngh—do this!” Her foreskin parted wide, the teeth glinting as her tongue flicked frantically, and Max, caught off guard by her urgency, loosened his grip. His hand fell away, and his cock sprang upright, standing proud and throbbing.

Max leaned back, his chest heaving, watching in a mix of awe and arousal as she took over. Her tongue swirled inside her mouth, lapping at herself with sloppy, eager motions. “Oh, fuck—mmph—yes,” she moaned, the sound muffled as she slurped loudly, her voice vibrating through her length. Globs of precum dripped from her mouth, coating her shaft, but she didn’t stop. Her moans grew louder, more choked, until they dissolved into raw, guttural cries. “Max—oh, god—watch me, watch me!”

And then it happened. Her body—her entire length—shuddered violently, and with a strangled moan, thick ropes of cum erupted from her mouth. The first spurt shot upward, an impressive arc that caught the morning light before splashing back down onto Max’s toned stomach, warm and slick. More followed, pouring from her foreskin-mouth in messy globs, some dribbling down her shaft, others splattering across her own length and Max’s thighs. She writhed with each pulse, her tongue still swirling, slurping at the cum as if savoring it, her moans a mix of ecstasy and exhaustion.

Max stared, gripping the sheets as his eyes momentarily rolled into the back of his head, a guttural groan leaving his mouth as his own arousal, still simmering, was momentarily overshadowed by the sheer spectacle. His dick was a mess, cum dripping from her mouth and coating her shaft, her lips trembling as she panted. Her cries softened, the frantic energy ebbing away, and after what felt like an eternity, she stilled, her length softening slightly but still standing upright. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing, the air thick with the musky scent of sex.

Her lips curled into a shy, almost bashful smile, a stark contrast to her earlier bratty swagger. “So… uh, how’d I do?” she asked, her voice soft and hopeful, tinged with a vulnerability that made Max’s chest tighten. Her tongue flicked out, licking at a stray drop of cum, and she tilted slightly, as if trying to gauge his reaction. “You liked that, right? I mean, c’mon, that was… pretty hot, yeah?” She sounded like she was pining for his approval, her usual snark replaced by a lovey-dovey earnestness.

Max blinked, his mind still reeling. “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was… fuck, that was something.” He reached for the box of tissues on his nightstand, his movements slow, almost reverent. His dick watched him, her mouth parted slightly, her tongue still as she waited. “You’re a mess,” he added, a small smile tugging at his lips as he grabbed a handful of tissues and leaned forward to clean her up.

“Only ‘cause you got me all worked up,” she teased, but her tone was warm, affectionate. As Max gently wiped the cum from her shaft, she let out a soft, contented sigh, her mouth trembling under his touch. “Mmm, you’re so good to me, Max. I like it when you take care of me like this. I… I love you, y’know.”

Max froze, the tissue halfway down her length. The words hit him harder than he expected, raw and unguarded, so different from her usual flirty jabs. His heart skipped, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. Before he could respond, she barreled on, her voice light but with a nervous edge. “I figured we’d try something different to start the morning… hope you’re cool with that.” Her tongue flicked out, brushing against his fingers as he resumed cleaning her, and she giggled softly, the sound almost girlish.

Max swallowed, his throat tight. “Yeah, I’m… I’m cool with that,” he said quietly, his voice softer than usual. He finished wiping her down, his touch lingering as he traced the curve of her shaft, her lips now clean and settled snugly over her head as she spat some remaining cum onto the tissue. She was still slightly hard, but the frantic energy was gone, replaced by a calm, intimate warmth. He leaned back, tossing the soiled tissues aside, and looked at her, really looked at her. His cock—his sentient, bratty, beautiful cock—was gazing back at him, her mouth curled into a small, affectionate smile.

“You’re kinda cute when you’re not being a pain in the ass,” he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t take it back. He meant it. There was something endearing about her, about the way she could go from degrading him to pining for his attention, from commanding to ****. He didn’t know how he’d ended up here, in a world where his dick was not only alive but someone he found… attractive? Charming? He wasn’t sure what to call it, but the feeling was real.

“Cute?” she echoed, her voice mock-offended but with a playful lilt. “I’m gorgeous, thank you very much! Nice length, bit girthy too~” Her tongue flicked out, teasing his fingers as he rested his hand near her base. “But… I’ll take it. You’re not so bad yourself, y’know. For a guy who’s totally whipped by his own dick.” She giggled again, the sound bright and carefree, and Max couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in his chest easing.

“Whipped, huh?” he said, leaning back against the headboard, his body relaxed but still buzzing with the afterglow. “Guess I can live with that.” He reached down, brushing his fingers lightly along her length, not to arouse but just to… connect. She sighed happily, her mouth trembling under his touch, and for a moment, they just stayed like that, basking in the quiet intimacy.

“How’d we get here, anyway?” Max murmured, more to himself than to her. He’d discovered her sentience a few years ago, a bizarre twist of fate he still didn’t fully understand. At first, it had been overwhelming—her voice, her personality, her demands. But over time, he’d grown used to her, even fond of her. She was a part of him, but also her own entity, a companion who knew him better than anyone else ever could. And now, here he was, cleaning her up after an explosive morning, trading soft words and feeling… close. It was weird, but it was theirs.

“Pfft, who cares how?” she said, her voice light but warm. “Point is, we’re here, and I’m awesome, and you’re lucky to have me.” Her mouth curled into a cheeky grin, but her tone softened. “And… I’m lucky to have you too, I guess. Don’t let it go to your head, though.”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “Too late for that.” He rested his hand on his thigh, close enough that she could feel his warmth, and she let out a soft hum, content. The morning sun streamed through the windows, bathing them in light, and for the first time in a while, Max felt completely at ease. His cock—his partner, his pain-in-the-ass, his… something more—shifted slightly, her mouth brushing against his fingers as if seeking him out, and planting a kiss.

“Round two later?” she asked, her voice teasing but with a hint of hope. “I mean, if you think you can keep up with me.”

Max smirked, his eyes glinting with challenge. “Oh, I’ll keep up,” he said. “But you’re gonna have to beg for it next time.”

“Beg?” she scoffed, but her tongue flicked out, brushing his skin playfully. “We’ll see about that, big guy. We’ll see.”