"I heard it would grow with massage though." He murmured. His tune was painted with enticement.
"Really?" Her eyes looked suspiciously at him.
"It's true. There was this AV actress interview before where she was asked how she grew hers. She said that she had massaged it since she was twelve and now she's cup D. Plus, I heard it releases stress too" His sharp calculating eyes did not miss Yumi's hands that were reflexively cupping her humps, but before her palms landed on her softness she was awakened and dumbfounded at her reaction.
She tucked her hands under her legs and scrunched her nose in embarrassment.
Without giving her time to settle her nerves, the teenager continued his slow narration.
"In fact, we boys are the same. They said that if we massage our penis it will grow taller and harder." He stated matter-of-factly.
Still not believing but intrigued, she proceeded into interrogation mode, "Have you tried it? How was it? Did it grow taller and harder?" She was full of skepticism.
"Hmm..." He lowered his voice again to mask the little sensuality from his mouth. He spoke slowly and softly, afraid that if he raised his voice or talked a little faster he would scare the curious cat away, "...It did... get harder..." He gulped and watched closely the girl in front. "...and I became happier, too, after. Really comfortable."
Yumi flinched instinctively.
Not knowing what's wrong, but there's definitely something wrong in the air.
She just couldn't point her finger where.
She found her throat parched and unconsciously leaned back away from the overwhelming atmosphere.
She forced a cough in her throat in an attempt to clear away the sultry fog around them.
"Wow. Cool. Good to know. Very informative." And then she let out an awkward laugh.
She momentarily glanced at his crotch.
Stunned by what she had just done, she didn't know where to look anymore.
She might be muddle-headed with this kind of topic, but she also knows that it was a restricted area; the same as her breasts and pubic area. According to her grandma, these parts could only be touched by their most trusted person.
That split of a second look from her was like a spark that ignited a frenzied fire within him.
It was so unbearable. He needed to vent out.
"Do you wanna see?" Before the girl could voice her refusal, he hooked his thumb on his boxer's garter and liberated his already hard penis.
It slapped itself on his lower abdomen and bounced back and forth two times before it steadied.
The unexpected exhibition show was too stimulating for a noob like Yumi. She was like a statue version of the scream painting glued on her seat.
Could she scream? What's her name again? Where was she again?
She really wanted to holler at this stinky boy, but thinking about alerting Mama Lopez who was resting in the other room, she swallowed her irritation in her belly.
"The heck you're dangling your bird in front of me?!" She gritted her teeth so hard trying to nag at the boy in a quiet but fierce tone.
"I thought you said you saw all of me already? What's the fuse for? You could look away if you don't like it." He put up an aggrieved look; more like an I-am-aggrieved-but-I-won't-let you-know-that-I-am look.
She choked. She really dug a pit for herself, right?
Seeing her self-mocking face, he added, "Just give me a few minutes. I'll just let it breathe. It's too suffocating to cover."
She nodded in agreement.
What could she do? Those were her words, after all. She could not just take it back and be branded as a liar, right?
He started to caress his inner thigh in big but slow strokes. His face relaxed and looked lazy.
Quietness returned in this small room. The sound of the wall clock magnified along with the boy's heavy breathing.
Tick. Tock.
She hadn't even reached a minute yet, but she started to get agitated and listless, nervous that someone would walk in on them. "Okay, you've breathed enough. Now, put that boxer up for me before that little thing of yours breathes into life."
Her muttering was swallowed by the black hole.
Ignored by the lad, she hurried forward in front of the lad and kneeled. "Forget it. If you can't put it back on yourself, I'll pull it back for you—"
"Hey—! It's moving!" Her eyes were as big as a saucer. She watched as his erection twitched a few times and oozed liquid of arousal.
Did it really come into life from too much breathing?
She heard a groan coming from above her.
How could it not move?
Seeing her face so close to his digit it was a miracle that he could hold on to his sanity not to shove himself into her. In addition to this stimulating visual, when she reached for his underwear, her fingers actually brushed his sensitive tip!
How could it not twitch?!
He's not a dead man, okay?
"Hey, what's the deal with it? Why is it like that?" She retracted her hands and carefully inquired.
His eyes turned red from lust. He reached for his penis and started to manipulate it expertly.
"What are you doing? A minute had passed. Cover it up now. I don't want to witness a real-life Lazarus here."
"I'm massaging." He hoarsely replied. "It's especially helpful when it becomes unbearably painful too." After saying that, a certain region between his legs gave a small tingle of pain. "Just like now." He felt a little bit excited.
An obvious concern hung on the lady's face, "Pain? Are you sick? Don't you need to have it checked?"
"No worries. It's normal." His pants were getting noisier too. "We feel it occasionally but it goes away fast after some good massage." Looking at her frown that hadn't faded yet, he reached out his free hand above her head and patted it in comfort.
He proceeded to pleasure himself. He could not explain, but knowing that she was watching him do this unspeakable thing brought a lot of spice to his activity.
"You can look away if you're uncomfortable." He gazed at her eagerly. Still stroking himself.
He thought the girl would surely save herself and evade his jerking session when given a way out but, instead, she watched him all throughout.
He felt hot and fired.
Those eyes were making him crazy.
He was so turned on and it would be an icing on his cake if she could only call his name.
The picture of her covered white tits was flashing on his head too, giving him extra stimulation. He really wondered what was inside of it and where that crack went.
His muscles were getting tighter and he knew that he was nearing.
He had never finished this fast before but he really could not control his reaction to this kind of stimulation.
He was almost there. Just a few more strokes...
Halfway through his act, they heard aggressive coughing coming from the other room.
Isagani's good deeds were halted once again. He quickly pulled back his boxers and shorts, cleaned his hands and dashed out of the room into the other.
Yumi followed him in worry but she didn't enter the room.
Inside she could hear Gani soothing his mother and then the hum of the nebulizer filled the silent hallway.
After time passed, the machine stopped and she saw the boy come out, closing the door behind him.
He was surprised that the girl was still there. He called her into his room and they both sat on the chair.
"Is Aunt, okay?" She worriedly asked.
"Yep, she's fine now. She's sleeping now." He was tempted to pat her head and he did.
She sighed in relief when she received his positive confirmation.
She once witnessed Aunt Lopez's severe attack. So severe that they had to immediately rush her to the hospital. The young Yumi was so shocked that she had nightmares for a week. She was so scared that her best buddy would also lose his mother just like herself.
After adjusting herself, she noticed the magazine on the table. The recollection of what happened to them earlier flooded her mind and the blush that receded made its comeback.
He saw the girl struggling like she wanted to ask something. He raised his brows to ask the indecisive gal, "What?"
"You're okay now?" She was full of caution.
It took him some time to register what she was talking about, but seeing her glance at his groin area, he came to the realization that he had unfinished matters before.
"It's okay now. It doesn't ache now. I massaged it enough earlier." He wanted to laugh when he detected suspicion of the girl, but he held himself back to make himself more reassuring, "It's really okay. It's part of growing. Just massage it and it will be gone. Don't you feel pain somewhere too?"
She thought that what he said made sense.
Well, brainy people do know a lot of stuff.
Remembering the discomfort she has every mandatory Monday exercise and training in school, "I felt it here whenever we jog or jump." She pointed at her chest.
"Did you try massaging it?" He inquired in a low voice, giving her the illusion of the doctor in the clinic at their barangay every yearly check-up.
She shook her head, "I did not. I'm afraid it will be more painful. I don't dare to."
A glint flashed in his eyes that was immediately replaced by pampering and concern, "Just massage it next time. I'll teach you how to pinch it sometime."
She looked at him like she was looking at a fraud when she heard that. In her mind, how would it be effective if he didn't have a bulky chest himself? But she still hummed in response to his caring gaze.
Gani knew when to push and when to pull. With the looks Yumi's giving right now, he knows that it's time to stop. He never realized until now that this bud of his can produce a variety of expressions in a short time.
He found it a little cute.
He was also surprised by how curved their topic had become. It seems that a thin film was pierced between them and he can't tell what exactly it was.
He grabbed his workbooks and started to clear up his study table. Without pausing, he reminded the still-contemplating Yumi beside him, "By the way, did you tell grandma we're going to Puti next Sunday? You're not gonna ditch me at the last minute, right?"
"Uhmm! I told her last weekend."
"Remind her again this Saturday. She will surely overlook it again if you don't mention it a few times."
"I heard it would grow with massage though." He murmured. His tune was painted with enticement.
"Really?" Her eyes looked suspiciously at him.
"It's true. There was this AV actress interview before where she was asked how she grew hers. She said that she had massaged it since she was twelve and now she's cup D. Plus, I heard it releases stress too" His sharp calculating eyes did not miss Yumi's hands that were reflexively cupping her humps, but before her palms landed on her softness she was awakened and dumbfounded at her reaction.
She tucked her hands under her legs and scrunched her nose in embarrassment.
Without giving her time to settle her nerves, the teenager continued his slow narration.
"In fact, we boys are the same. They said that if we massage our penis it will grow taller and harder." He stated matter-of-factly.
Still not believing but intrigued, she proceeded into interrogation mode, "Have you tried it? How was it? Did it grow taller and harder?" She was full of skepticism.
"Hmm..." He lowered his voice again to mask the little sensuality from his mouth. He spoke slowly and softly, afraid that if he raised his voice or talked a little faster he would scare the curious cat away, "...It did... get harder..." He gulped and watched closely the girl in front. "...and I became happier, too, after. Really comfortable."
Yumi flinched instinctively.
Not knowing what's wrong, but there's definitely something wrong in the air.
She just couldn't point her finger where.
She found her throat parched and unconsciously leaned back away from the overwhelming atmosphere.
She forced a cough in her throat in an attempt to clear away the sultry fog around them.
"Wow. Cool. Good to know. Very informative." And then she let out an awkward laugh.
She momentarily glanced at his crotch.
Stunned by what she had just done, she didn't know where to look anymore.
She might be muddle-headed with this kind of topic, but she also knows that it was a restricted area; the same as her breasts and pubic area. According to her grandma, these parts could only be touched by their most trusted person.
That split of a second look from her was like a spark that ignited a frenzied fire within him.
It was so unbearable. He needed to vent out.
"Do you wanna see?" Before the girl could voice her refusal, he hooked his thumb on his boxer's garter and liberated his already hard penis.
It slapped itself on his lower abdomen and bounced back and forth two times before it steadied.
The unexpected exhibition show was too stimulating for a noob like Yumi. She was like a statue version of the scream painting glued on her seat.
Could she scream? What's her name again? Where was she again?
She really wanted to holler at this stinky boy, but thinking about alerting Mama Lopez who was resting in the other room, she swallowed her irritation in her belly.
"The heck you're dangling your bird in front of me?!" She gritted her teeth so hard trying to nag at the boy in a quiet but fierce tone.
"I thought you said you saw all of me already? What's the fuse for? You could look away if you don't like it." He put up an aggrieved look; more like an I-am-aggrieved-but-I-won't-let you-know-that-I-am look.
She choked. She really dug a pit for herself, right?
Seeing her self-mocking face, he added, "Just give me a few minutes. I'll just let it breathe. It's too suffocating to cover."
She nodded in agreement.
What could she do? Those were her words, after all. She could not just take it back and be branded as a liar, right?
He started to caress his inner thigh in big but slow strokes. His face relaxed and looked lazy.
Quietness returned in this small room. The sound of the wall clock magnified along with the boy's heavy breathing.
Tick. Tock.
She hadn't even reached a minute yet, but she started to get agitated and listless, nervous that someone would walk in on them. "Okay, you've breathed enough. Now, put that boxer up for me before that little thing of yours breathes into life."
Her muttering was swallowed by the black hole.
Ignored by the lad, she hurried forward in front of the lad and kneeled. "Forget it. If you can't put it back on yourself, I'll pull it back for you—"
"Hey—! It's moving!" Her eyes were as big as a saucer. She watched as his erection twitched a few times and oozed liquid of arousal.
Did it really come into life from too much breathing?
She heard a groan coming from above her.
How could it not move?
Seeing her face so close to his digit it was a miracle that he could hold on to his sanity not to shove himself into her. In addition to this stimulating visual, when she reached for his underwear, her fingers actually brushed his sensitive tip!
How could it not twitch?!
He's not a dead man, okay?
"Hey, what's the deal with it? Why is it like that?" She retracted her hands and carefully inquired.
His eyes turned red from lust. He reached for his penis and started to manipulate it expertly.
"What are you doing? A minute had passed. Cover it up now. I don't want to witness a real-life Lazarus here."
"I'm massaging." He hoarsely replied. "It's especially helpful when it becomes unbearably painful too." After saying that, a certain region between his legs gave a small tingle of pain. "Just like now." He felt a little bit excited.
An obvious concern hung on the lady's face, "Pain? Are you sick? Don't you need to have it checked?"
"No worries. It's normal." His pants were getting noisier too. "We feel it occasionally but it goes away fast after some good massage." Looking at her frown that hadn't faded yet, he reached out his free hand above her head and patted it in comfort.
He proceeded to pleasure himself. He could not explain, but knowing that she was watching him do this unspeakable thing brought a lot of spice to his activity.
"You can look away if you're uncomfortable." He gazed at her eagerly. Still stroking himself.
He thought the girl would surely save herself and evade his jerking session when given a way out but, instead, she watched him all throughout.
He felt hot and fired.
Those eyes were making him crazy.
He was so turned on and it would be an icing on his cake if she could only call his name.
The picture of her covered white tits was flashing on his head too, giving him extra stimulation. He really wondered what was inside of it and where that crack went.
His muscles were getting tighter and he knew that he was nearing.
He had never finished this fast before but he really could not control his reaction to this kind of stimulation.
He was almost there. Just a few more strokes...
Halfway through his act, they heard aggressive coughing coming from the other room.
Isagani's good deeds were halted once again. He quickly pulled back his boxers and shorts, cleaned his hands and dashed out of the room into the other.
Yumi followed him in worry but she didn't enter the room.
Inside she could hear Gani soothing his mother and then the hum of the nebulizer filled the silent hallway.
After time passed, the machine stopped and she saw the boy come out, closing the door behind him.
He was surprised that the girl was still there. He called her into his room and they both sat on the chair.
"Is Aunt, okay?" She worriedly asked.
"Yep, she's fine now. She's sleeping now." He was tempted to pat her head and he did.
She sighed in relief when she received his positive confirmation.
She once witnessed Aunt Lopez's severe attack. So severe that they had to immediately rush her to the hospital. The young Yumi was so shocked that she had nightmares for a week. She was so scared that her best buddy would also lose his mother just like herself.
After adjusting herself, she noticed the magazine on the table. The recollection of what happened to them earlier flooded her mind and the blush that receded made its comeback.
He saw the girl struggling like she wanted to ask something. He raised his brows to ask the indecisive gal, "What?"
"You're okay now?" She was full of caution.
It took him some time to register what she was talking about, but seeing her glance at his groin area, he came to the realization that he had unfinished matters before.
"It's okay now. It doesn't ache now. I massaged it enough earlier." He wanted to laugh when he detected suspicion of the girl, but he held himself back to make himself more reassuring, "It's really okay. It's part of growing. Just massage it and it will be gone. Don't you feel pain somewhere too?"
She thought that what he said made sense.
Well, brainy people do know a lot of stuff.
Remembering the discomfort she has every mandatory Monday exercise and training in school, "I felt it here whenever we jog or jump." She pointed at her chest.
"Did you try massaging it?" He inquired in a low voice, giving her the illusion of the doctor in the clinic at their barangay every yearly check-up.
She shook her head, "I did not. I'm afraid it will be more painful. I don't dare to."
A glint flashed in his eyes that was immediately replaced by pampering and concern, "Just massage it next time. I'll teach you how to pinch it sometime."
She looked at him like she was looking at a fraud when she heard that. In her mind, how would it be effective if he didn't have a bulky chest himself? But she still hummed in response to his caring gaze.
Gani knew when to push and when to pull. With the looks Yumi's giving right now, he knows that it's time to stop. He never realized until now that this bud of his can produce a variety of expressions in a short time.
He found it a little cute.
He was also surprised by how curved their topic had become. It seems that a thin film was pierced between them and he can't tell what exactly it was.
He grabbed his workbooks and started to clear up his study table. Without pausing, he reminded the still-contemplating Yumi beside him, "By the way, did you tell grandma we're going to Puti next Sunday? You're not gonna ditch me at the last minute, right?"
"Uhmm! I told her last weekend."
"Remind her again this Saturday. She will surely overlook it again if you don't mention it a few times."
