Waiting...

You finished eating, and drank only half of the wine. It was already dark outside. After nearly four full hours talking and taking turns napping, you both sit back on the mattress, and Brent asks you:

"Hey, you said you worked in a brothel, didn't you?"

"Yes," you answered.

"Um ... that's funny."

"Why?"

“You really look like a girl. You could have made a fortune with your body. No offense”, Brent smiled. You blushed.

"T-Thank you, I think. But it never crossed my mind to be a prostitute.”

“There are many boys who prostitute themselves. Especially in Essos. They usually prostitute themselves so they can survive and have something to eat at the end of the day, but... you, you could have grown up on rich old men"

“Rich old men? Really?”, You didn't know what to think about that.

"Yes. Many rich old men have a fetish about androgynous boys. Believe me, I know these things. My uncle, for example, is a Maester who works for a wealthy Lord near King's Landing. Several times I caught him fucking the smith's son's ass behind the stables, and the boy always came out smiling with a bag of coins in his hands. The lord himself from the little castle I lived in, at one time or another at night hired prostitute boys from the city. And I assure you, none of them were as beautiful as you”, he chuckled when he saw you embarrassed a little.

“I… I don't even have experience in sex! I am a man. I am not a prostitute. I don't have the vocation for that. And I'm also part of the Night's Watch now, I must wield my sword to protect my brothers and everyone behind the Wall.”

"Heh. So... look at that."

Sitting beside you, Brent guided your hand slowly to his erect cock. Brent took his dick out of his pants, showing his hard mast to you. You were startled, but your eyes fell on that thick white cock, and you were amazed once more. With his manly hands, he made you grasp that hot, pulsing flesh. Your icy white fingers curled around Brent's manly stiffness. Your heart was pounding so hard you could almost hear it. You could feel every vein in the palm of your hand. It was warm, hot, hard, as attractive as a fireplace in the cold. His purplish red glans drooled a viscous, gooey liquid that you knew well, spread between your fingers. You gave him a firm grip as your ass got more and more excited.

“If you're not a whore, then you won't put my dick in your mouth and suck me like I'm your man. You won't use your soft pink lips to suck my cock. You won't let my cock heat the inside of your throat.”

Brent said in a horny voice. He stared at you with a sly, lewd smile, bringing his mouth close to your ear and blowing warm air around your neck. He whispered:

"So, you're not going to suck me, are you, you whore?"