Yes, but take it slow

"I was thinking about what you said earlier," I said.

"Which thing?" Scott asked, turning back toward me.

I could feel my face reddening. "About, um... getting used to how things work here?"

Scott raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. "Okay. Sure."

"Well, I think you were probably right. And I was wondering if you could... help me?"

"What, you wanna fuck?" Scott asked.

"No!" I said, my voice coming out higher than I expected. I shook my head. "I mean... not immediately. It's just, you know, I think this body is still into guys, and I would rather have some sort of precedent before being faced with a situation completely out of my control, you know?"

"Sure, I can get that," Scott said. "So, what are you proposing?"

I took a deep breath and looked up toward the ceiling. "I was thinking maybe there was a way to ease into this. Like maybe I could... you know..." I groaned and raised one hand, closed fist, and moved it up and down.

Scott laughed, which only made me feel even more embarrassed. I looked at him, hoping that my expression was getting my irritation across to him. He raised his hands. "Sorry, sorry, but that was hilarious. I don't think I've heard anyone be so meek about anything sexual since high school."

"Great..."

"But, hey, if you wanna mess around a bit, I guess that's cool. The other Riley and I would have already fucked on a normal day, and I was just gonna go jerk off in a bit to release the tension, so to speak."

I nodded, still trying to come down from the embarrassment, and moved over to the couch and sat on his left, both legs on the crossed on the seat of the couch. His dick was completely hard now, presumably because he was expecting me to touch it. This had been my idea, so I felt stupid that I was hesitant now that I was next to him.

I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his dick, just holding it lightly. I could feel it's warmth, each inch. It was so different from touching my own dick. Especially with these new, smaller hands. I released him and moved my hand up, then gripped him so that I was holding just below the head. I moved my thumb along the head, feeling the soft, spongy flesh.

I slowly moved my hand down, stroking along the length of his dick. It was pretty impressive, honestly. It had to be 8 inches or so. Bigger than mine had been. And it had been inside this body?

The thought made me shudder slightly.

"It's really weird to see someone acting like this about a handy," Scott said.

"Shut up," I hissed. "This is my first time doing this, and I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it not being weird. For so many reasons..."

I kept stroking him, and was surprised to find that he lasted quite a while. The show went to commercial, came back, and went to commercial again before I could feel his dick tense and he moaned. Cum shot out and then down, covering his stomach and my hand. I kept stroking him, forcing every last drop out.

"Well, you did alright with that," Scott said, sounding a little winded. "Of course, most people won't be looking for someone to jerk them off."

"I know," I said, pulling my hand away. There was so much on it, and I could smell it. It was...

Not as disgusting as it should have been, really.

"So... do you want me to return the favor?" Scott asked.

"What?"

"I mean, I know that body pretty well, and could show you a thing or two. Hand job for a fingering seems fair."

I looked from him to my hand, then back.