Page 24 of Cuddly Demon

My insides turn all warm and mushy as I tilt his chin up. "Tell me if you know what you're saying."

"Oh, I do." Saint waggles his eyebrows. "Look."

He tugs down his pajama pants and shows me his cock. It's a gorgeous cock, at least six inches and—wait.

I've never seen a cock like this before.

I furrow my brow. "You're beautiful, Saint. But I need you to explain something."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your dick doesn't look like any I've seen."

"I'm circumcised."

Saint explains what that means, and I recoil in shock.

"Ouch!" I leap back. "Did it hurt?"

"I don't remember when the doctor snipped me." Saint cracks out a laugh. "It happened a looooong time ago."

"Three thousand years ago, circumcision wasn't a thing. That's why I’m confused. This is a first for me."

Saint nods. "It's common in America. It depends on your parents, of course. And I think it happens more in the city."

I'm reminded of why I fell for Saint in the first place. His determination and bravery, his willingness to speak openly with me, his desire to explore and grow. He's everything I never knew I wanted. Teaching me things about life in this current epoch. He's my guide, my instructor, and I love learning about the world from him.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable at any time. I want this to be pleasurable for you, Saint."

"Just keep me well-lubed. That's the most important thing."

"Thank you for telling me how to please you."

Squirting lube onto my fingers, I stroke Saint's gorgeous shaft. He groans, swooning into my body, his hands finding purchase on my shoulders.

"I feel so pathetic, Onyx. I'm in college—I should know what it's like to jerk off with someone by now."

"Hey." I stare into his eyes, seeking to calm his nerves. "There's no shame in waiting to meet the right partner. That's who you are, beautiful boy. Not everyone is the same. You just found me."

His face softens, and he leans in for a kiss.

"Thank you for understanding," he whispers.

"Of course, beautiful boy. I want you to feel comfortable and safe with me. I want us to have a real connection."

I jerk Saint's shaft again. His cheeks flush pink, and he gasps, his fingers tightening on my shoulders.

"Yes," Saint moans.

We kiss again, and he pumps against my hand, his breathing growing heavy as he veers closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Saint," I whisper.

Gasping, Saint's body convulses and his cum jets all over my chest. I tangle my fingers in his hair, kissing his forehead as he calms down.

"That was amazing," I murmur. "Damn, I'm soaked."

"Oh, Onyx," Saint moans, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "You made me feel so good."