In Plain Sight – Part 6
by
Caliboy1991
The only downside to his boxers was they didn’t have pockets. Asher fumbled with his wallet as he balanced the pizza box while the delivery guy waited for payment. After handing over the money, he closed the door. The way the twenty-something guy had looked at him left the eighteen-year-old feeling uncomfortable.
While he set the box on the coffee table, the bathroom door opened, and Tate called, “Ash, can you grab my backpack? I forgot it.”
When Asher got over to the bathroom door with Tate’s backpack, the girl was standing in the doorway with a towel draped in front of her. He smiled at her, “Are you sure? You’d look pretty in that.”
She giggled and stuck her tongue out, “You just wanna see me naked.”
“Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault my Cinderella is so darned cute.”
Tate giggled again as she took the backpack and closed the door. A couple of minutes later, she stepped out and placed the pack on the table. Asher sucked in his breath when he saw her. The girl wore a pair of plain white panties. She was both innocent and alluring at the same time.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, “Is this okay to wear? When I saw you wearing your boxers, I thought…”
Her voice faded as she gripped her hands, holding them in front of her underwear.
It took a moment for Asher to find his voice, “Wow. You look amazing, Tate.”
The girl came over and grabbed a paper plate and a slice of pizza. “Really? My underwear isn’t pretty like Mom’s. She’s got pretty pink panties and nice silky black ones, too. Mine are just old plain white.”
Asher’s boxers were dark blue, like the night sky, with tiny spots of white sprinkled about, like stars. But he didn’t care about any of that. “I think they look fine on you, Tate. But if you don’t like them, just take them off, and you won’t have to worry about them being too plain.”
After taking a bite of pizza, Tate smiled at him with a twinkle in her eyes, “You wish.”
When Asher finished his first slice of pizza, he started the next episode of Stranger Things. After they polished off the pizza, Tate scooted next to him, grabbed his hand, and drew it across the back of her shoulders. She flashed a grin at him before resting her head against his chest.
By the end of the episode, Asher moved his arm down a bit, bringing it under the girl’s right arm, which stretched across his chest. His fingers played across her chest. A small part of him felt dirty as his fingertips rubbed across her boy-like nipples. That feeling didn’t last long because Tate returned the favor, her fingers playing across his chest.
After Asher cued up the next episode, he wrapped both arms around the girl, “I’m glad I met you, Tate. I really like you.”
The girl reached up and kissed him on the cheek, “Me too, Ash. I can hardly believe I’ve only known you a week. I feel so close to you.”
As the plot of Stranger Things became more complicated, Asher found himself drawn into the story. Even so, his right hand never left Tate’s chest. He understood the girl’s feelings because he felt the same way.
They were halfway through the next episode when the girl’s hand, which had started on Asher’s chest, started rubbing on the space between his belly button and the band of his boxers. Her fingers were little jolts of pleasure on his skin, and before long, the fluttering in his stomach led to an erection in his boxers. The problem with Asher’s boxers is the flap at the front was loose, and when Tate’s hand brushed against the top of his boxers, his penis twitched, causing his tip to poke through.
On one hand, the idea of a girl seeing him terrified Asher. On the other hand, he’d plucked his few strands in the very hope of Tate seeing him.
The girl’s hand froze, and then in a quiet voice, she said, “Your wiener, it’s sticking out.”
The fear of exposure seeped away now that Tate had seen him. While Asher wanted her to see more of him, she was so young that he didn’t want to push her into anything. “Sorry. Your hand on my belly feels really nice. I guess I got a little excited.”
Tate’s hand started rubbing his belly again, “You said that your wiener gets hard a lot just because. But did it get hard now because of me?”
Asher’s penis twitched, causing the flap to slide down his erection, exposing more of him. “Yeah. You touching me makes me feel really good.”
“Cool.”
Torn by his emotions, Asher finally moved his free hand to his boxers, “Sorry, you probably don’t need to see my, um, wiener.”
Before he could shift his erection back inside his boxers, Tate reached out her hand and stopped him. “I don’t mind, Ash. Did I really made that happen?” There was a note of wonder in her voice.
The youth felt a thrill as the girl stopped him. Just like he’d discovered with Peter, Asher knew that Tate needed to make her own choices, too.
When he went back to paying attention to the show, Asher had to rewind the past ten minutes. He’d become completely distracted. Even so, the action on the screen, as far as he was concerned, paled beside the action on the couch. Within just a couple of minutes of rewinding the show, Tate’s fingers brushed across his erection.
Asher nearly jumped when Tate went from brushing her fingers over his erection to wrapping her fingers around his shaft. He murmured, “What’d you find there, Cinderella?”
Giggling, Tate looked up at him while still holding on, “My Prince Charming. Is this okay?”
Was it okay? Asher’s penis tingled along all five inches. The only thing to come close was the memory of Peter holding him similarly. He stammered, “Y-yeah. If you’re okay with it, so am I.”
The girl leaned down as she gently squeezed him, “I think your wiener is nicer than Dwayne’s. His looked ugly.”
Asher’s curiosity got the better of him, “Why? Because he was hairy?”
Tate’s fingers reached down to where his penis connected to his pubic area, “That was part of it. But his wiener was ugly too.”
“When you saw it earlier, what did you think of my hair down there?”
Tate shrugged, “It’s okay, I guess. After all, I like you, so I gotta be okay with it. Right?”
Asher took his free hand and moved it to his waistband, “Not necessarily, Tate. If you don’t like something, I want you to tell me. I kinda figured my pubic hair wasn’t something you liked very much. Can I show you something?”
When Tate nodded, Asher gently pulled the girl’s hand away from his erection so that he could free his penis from the fly and pull the front of his boxers down. When he pulled them down below his erection, the girl squealed, “You got rid of them. How’d you do that?”
Thinking about how painful plucking them had been, Asher winced when he said, “Tweezers.”
“Mom does the same thing with her eyebrows.”
Her hand returned to his crotch. Now, though, her fingers explored the smooth expanse above his erection, “It really is smooth!”
Smiling at the note of wonderment, Asher asked, “Do you think it’s as smooth as yours?”
Tate turned bright red as she giggled, “I dunno. You wanna check?”
With that, Tate climbed up from the couch and stood in front of him. Confused by what the girl offered, Asher sat up, ignoring his own erection.
“Go ahead, Ash. You can look. I don’t mind,” Tate said, a plaintive tone in her voice.
Asher’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he reached out and pulled the girl’s panties down, not stopping until they fell to her feet. Just below eye level, inside arm’s reach was Tate’s smooth, puffy mound. He could just see the top of her slit. Another glance at the girl’s face showed an expectant expression. Even with her permission, Asher felt his hand tremble as he reached out and touched her smoothness.
Asher knew that men came in all shapes and sizes. Prostituted out by the Syndicate, God knows he’d seen just about every size and shape of penises. Long before Peter, he’d also learned that boys, even those who had been mutilated, were just as varied. Peter had been different. He was the only boy Asher had been with who still possessed his balls. And even though the boy hadn’t had pubic hair, his pubic area had been covered in fine little vellus hairs.
Tate wasn’t like that. Her skin was silky smooth. If she had any hair at all, it was too fine to see or feel. Asher’s index finger moved down until it pushed against the folds of the girl’s slit. It was nearly overwhelming. When Asher found his voice, he squeaked, “Yeah, you’re really smooth. Maybe even smoother than me. It’s really nice.”
Tate’s lips turned up into a toothy smile as she took her seat, now wearing nothing more than nature intended. Asher slipped his boxers off, too, before wrapping his right arm around the girl’s shoulders again.
The girl’s hand rested on his stomach for only a moment before running her fingers over his now-bald pubic area. That didn’t mean she ignored the rest of him. Her fingers traced his erection, from the tip of his glans, past the loose skin of his circumcision, down to the base of his shaft. All of that made his erect penis tingle.
Tate’s fingers probed lower until they brushed over his immature empty scrotal sack. That felt weird to the touch. The girl leaned down and after a moment said, “Um, Mrs. Jenkin’s grandson had balls down here. Dwayne did, too. What happened?”
Telling Peter about his mutilation hadn’t been too hard. The other boy had been traumatized in different ways and could relate to Asher’s humiliation. He wasn’t sure what or how much to share with Tate. After all, even though this new life was something he was still trying to figure out. If he told her too much and if she slipped and told someone, it could jeopardize not only his life but hers also.
“Um, I had an accident when I was little. Lost them both.” It was close enough to the truth but hid years of pain and humiliation. And it was certainly something he could see himself saying to anyone who might ask.
Her fingers played with the loose skin for a bit before making their way up to his shaft. Asher couldn’t recall the last time he’d been stimulated without release for as long as he had today. And in truth, Tate’s intimate exploration felt a lot better than his own feverish masturbation. It didn’t take long for the tingling to consume him, and just before he erupted, Asher cried, “Watch out! I’m about to cum.”
Before Tate could pull her hand away, Asher’s penis twitched under her touch, and a thin, clear stream of semen slammed into the youth’s chin. Another spasm and another drop of semen landed on his chest. When finished, there was a glistening, clear pearl on this tip of his glans.
Tate’s eyes were round as saucers, “Wow, so that’s what happens.”
***
After cleaning himself in the bathroom, Asher saw the light on in his bedroom. Tate, still naked, was back at his bookshelf, reading the back of one of his paperbacks. Her slim figure, without the curves brought about by adolescence, was so like a boy’s, at least from the back. She even had a bubble butt.
The image of Tate’s naked backside took the youth back to the first time he saw Peter naked. The facility had taken most of the residents to the local Family Y that day. Asher never ventured past the four-foot marker in the pool, content to play with some of the younger kids from the facility. Peter had latched onto him during their play, and before long, the two of them were wrestling and splashing.
That day, they were among the last to get out of the swimming pool. As a result, they had the boys’ locker room to themselves. Peter, facing the other way, had dropped his swimming trunks, giving Asher a glimpse of his porcelain-white globes. It was only a moment, but everything that came afterward with Peter flowed from that moment.
Asher blinked away the memory and went over behind Tate, “You can borrow any of them if you want.”
The girl set the book on the shelf and turned around, her shoulder brushing lightly against his chest. “Maybe.”
Her eyes darted between his legs, “Wow. It does get soft.”
Asher laughed, then lowered his head and kissed the girl lightly on the lips. “After I cum, it usually is soft.”
Tate’s eyes lingered on his penis, “I never saw Dwayne’s do that. I’m glad, though.”
Stomach fluttering again, Asher said, “Do you want to watch episode five?”
The girl stepped around him and sat on the edge of the bed, “Not tonight.”
A glance down revealed Asher’s penis had thickened a bit, although he wasn’t fully erect. Yet. He came over and sat beside the girl, “What would you like to do?”
Tate’s eyes were fixed to a spot on the carpet as she bit her lower lip. Asher was learning to give her time. After a long moment, she said, “Mom’s never let me have a sleepover with any of my friends from school. But she’s gone all night and, well, can we have a sleepover tonight?”
Asher was shocked at the suggestion, “What if your mom comes home tonight? She’ll see you’re not home and will freak out.”
Tate cocked an eyebrow at him, “This is my mom we’re talking about. She’s not going to be home until sometime tomorrow afternoon. And even if she did come home tonight, I guarantee you, she wouldn’t check my bed.” Her voice turned plaintive, “Please, Ash.”
Since being rescued from the clutches of the Syndicate, Asher had never slept in the same room with anyone else. Not even Peter. And everything before… Asher would always have nightmares about what happened before.
That’s when it dawned on him, Tate was the only girl he’d ever been with alone. Letting her stay over would be a first. “Okay. If you stay over, would you want to watch something else on Netflix?”
She shook her head, “It’s cool and all, but could we just hang out in here? It’d be fun just to talk until we fall asleep.”
Asher’s erection returned, pointing upward from his lap. “Okay, Tate. Let me find my boxers, and we can have your slumber party.”
Tate grabbed his hand as he rose, “I don’t mind about your wiener, Ash. I think it’s super cute. Don’t get your boxers because of me.”
The youth let the girl keep him on the bed, “But if I don’t cover it up, it’s going to be hard all night.”
Tate’s cheeks flushed, “Because of me?”
Asher felt his lips curl upward even as he felt himself twitch. “Yeah. You’re beautiful when you’re naked.”
He nearly fell off the bed when Tate leaned back and spread her legs open, revealing for the first time what had been hidden inside her puffy, immature labia. Just inside the cleft was a small hooded flap. Further back, toward her backside, nearly hidden within the recesses of her inner labia, was a tiny hole. Asher had seen enough porn to know what he was looking at.
Sucking in a breath, Asher said, “So are you, Tate. Really pretty.”
Flushing, the girl pulled her legs together, “I’ve never done that before. It felt kind of naughty.”
Asher leaned back on the bed next to her, resting a hand between her belly and chest, “I really liked your, um, puss, Tate. Like the rest of you, it’s pretty. Does it bother you for me to say that?”
Tate’s eyes narrowed in thought. “I know this is naughty, us being naked. Mom would kill me if she found out, but I don’t care, Ash. I couldn’t imagine this with anyone else. Because it’s you, it doesn’t bother me.”
The eighteen-year-old leaned over, looked into the girl’s eyes before slowly lowering his lips onto hers. This, their third kiss was the best yet. Tate’s lips responded with a growing awareness of how to react. Asher’s lips tingled as their lips pressed together. Finally, when he ran out of air, the youth pulled back, feeling dizzy. Tate gazed up at him with a lopsided grin.
Breathing heavily, she said, “Wow. I want to do that some more.”
Asher responded by kissing her again.
Time seemed to stand still for the youth as their lips touched. It wasn’t a single kiss, but an untold number that chapped his lips, and when he pulled back, he felt his face flushed with a heat that had nothing to do with his bedroom’s temperature. The one time he kissed Peter held nothing on this evening’s experience. Unlike the twelve-year-old boy, Tate’s lips hungered for his.
When the kisses ended, and Asher licked his dry lips, he felt Tate’s hand on his belly. She rubbed it for a moment, then lowered it until she slid it over his raging boner. “It’s weird how it’s so soft and hard at the same time.”
Asher licked his dry lips, “I think you just like my di-wiener.”
“Maybe. It’s pretty cool,” Tate conceded, then, in a whisper, she added, “You can touch me down there, too. If you want.”
He reached out and touched Tate’s flat tummy. How could he deny what he wanted when the girl held him in her hand? When his index finger slid over her immature mons, the girl’s legs slid apart, opening her slit wide to him. Needing no more encouragement, Asher slid his finger between Tate’s legs, sliding over the slight hood. Beneath her hood, he found a small, raised button. When he touched the girl there, Tate arched her back and hissed.
“Oooh, that felt good,” she moaned. “Feels even better than when I do it.”
Taking her vocalization as approval, Asher rubbed his finger over and around the little nub below the fleshy hood. Tate gyrated her hips in concert with his touch. As his pleasured the girl, Asher’s fingers grew slick with moisture. While he watched some porn, it had mostly been videos about fucking. Tate’s reaction was a pleasant but unexpected surprise. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew women got wet during sex. But feeling Tate’s wetness on his finger was yet another revelation.
What else would he discoverer exploring the delights hidden within the girl’s puffy lips? Despite the girl’s moans of pleasure at his touch, Asher’s fingers traced the area away from her hood until he touched the tightness of her tiny hole.
Tate squirmed under him as though missing his touch on her little button. Still, he wanted to feel her insides. His finger pressed on the tight, wet hole until his fingertip slid through the opening. Tate gasped, “Oh, that feels different.”
Asher stopped, keeping the end of his finger inside her. “Have you ever had anything in you before?”
Tate stopped squirming, sweat beading on her forehead, “I put the eraser end of a pencil in almost all the way. And my finger a couple of times. Your finger feels different. Bigger.”
Worried about the look in Tate’s eyes and the sweat on her brow, Asher pulled his finger out, “Do you want me to stop?”
Tate moved her hips, pushing against Asher’s hand, “No! I want more.”
Rubbing his finger around until it was as slick as possible, he pushed until his first knuckle disappeared. The tightness added to the heat enveloping his finger even as he pushed until his second knuckle disappeared.
Looking into the girl’s face, she’d closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. “You okay, Tate?”
Nodding, the girl said, “Deeper, Ash.”
The eighteen-year-old pulled back a bit, feeling more juices seep around his digit, and then slid his finger in all the way. Tate shuddered under him even as her tight walls undulated and gripped at him. Then he slid his finger almost all the way out before pushing in to his last knuckle.
Tate squealed through clenched teeth, “N-nice!”
A squishing noise filled the room as Asher moved his finger in and out as the young girl, obviously enjoying the penetration, shifted her hips around on his bed. Then, he felt more moisture around his finger as the girl became stiff as a board. She covered her mouth as a loud moan filtered around her palm.
Asher pulled his finger from the girl as he saw Tate’s glazed-over eyes. When she eventually found her voice, she said, “That’s never happened before. That was…”
Words failed her as her expression turned into a smile. Encouraged, Asher kissed her again. Even with dry lips, the warmth of their connection pulled at his heart. It was an absurd thought, but he wanted to be Tate’s Prince Charming.
While she shook in her orgasm, the girl’s fingers had abandoned his penis, but as her breathing returned to normal, Tate’s fingers wrapped around his erection. Even though she wasn’t stroking him like when he beat himself off, her fingers still stimulated him, and before long, he said, “Ah, Tate, I’m about to cum!”
Tate gripped his shaft just as he spasmed in her hand. A bit of clear goo slammed into Asher’s neck, followed a second later by another powerful spasm. This bit of clear slime landed just under his left nipple. The last little dollop graced the edge of the girl’s index finger.
Breathing heavily, Asher used a hand to wipe his semen from his neck. Without thinking, he stuck his finger in his mouth and swallowed the slightly salty goo. A moment later, the bit from his chest followed. Tate stared at him, her mouth agape, “You just swallowed your stuff!”
Asher felt himself grow red in the face at the realization he’d just eaten his own cum in front of the not-quite ten-year-old girl. When he’d been whored out by the Syndicate, he’d swallowed so much semen that he swore he’d never taste it again. And he kept that promise for all of a year.
It happened a couple of days after the incident in the Y’s shower when he’d seen Peter’s butt. The boy had come into his room to share a game he had on his Gameboy. The two had gone from playing on the Gameboy to wrestling on his bed. They had only been wearing shorts, and it hadn’t taken much for them to start playing grab-ass. Peter had pushed his exposed four inches into Asher’s face, mostly as a joke. But when Asher had latched onto it with his lips, Peter didn’t pull away. In fact, his hips pushed forward until his erection hit the skin in front of Asher’s tonsils.
He didn’t let go of Peter’s rod until the younger boy shot his cum into his mouth. The sweetness of his clear cum surprised Asher. After so many bitter and vile orgasms forced down his throat, the idea that a boy’s semen could be different had never crossed his mind.
After that, he’d eaten his own. It was similar in taste to Peter’s. Since then, over the past year, Asher would occasionally eat his own semen, noticing that lately there was slight but bitter saltiness that hadn’t been there before.
To Tate, he said, “It’s not bad.”
With a large dose of skepticism, Tate put her finger in her mouth. After a moment, she nodded thoughtfully, “kind of reminds me of the sweet and salty peanuts at Mrs. Jenkins.”
Spent, Asher’s penis soon returned to its normal much smaller size as he moved so that his head rested on the pillow next to the headboard. Tate crawled over next to him and leaned against him, “Thanks for letting me stay. I want more sleepovers like this.”
Chuckling, Asher moved his right arm so Tate could nestle against his side. “Me, too.”
Before long, Tate’s breathing deepened as she fell asleep. Asher moved just enough to put his other arm around her. It wasn’t long before his snores joined hers.
Continued in Part 7
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