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Midori approached Chiaki's bedroom door, head staring down at his phone thoroughly as he swung the door open. "Morisawa-Senpai, would you- woah." Midori took a look up from his phone upon entering, seeing Chiaki quickly scramble to put whatever type of material he was using- as well as his own manhood- out of Midori's vision.
"T-Takamine! Whatever you saw just now, no you didn't! Erase whatever you just saw out of your mind!" Midori, however, couldn't see how he could erase the image of Chiaki's raging boner underneath the bed sheets, as it was still prominently standing tall and staring right back at him.
Midori didn't even know what to say. He had walked in on Chiaki at one of the worst times possible, and now he didn't know what to do. Does he just walk out now? Pretend he didn't see anything? Tell Chiaki it's normal? Finish what he was going to say? Start sobbing? There were so many things Midori could do in this situation.
"Uhm..." He choked out. "Goodluck," Midori finished, walking back out and closing the door till he heard a click. He stood still right outside the door for a few moments, recollecting everything he had just witnessed. He had never seen Chiaki so... flustered like that before. Definitely a new experience for Midori.
But the one thing he was most surprised about was the size. That monster that Chiaki was apparently hiding in his underpants this entire time- he obviously noticed his bulge from time to time in his pants casually- (He can't keep his eyes off it, even when his brain is telling him not to look, his dick wants other things.) But, Midori would've never imagined it to be like... that!
Now, all he's going to see when he looks at Chiaki is that massive schlong staring back at him in the reflection of his eyes. It's inevitable.
Just as he was about to walk away, the door flung open from behind him. and there stood an out-of-breath Chiaki, a blanket draped over his body. "Takamine, seriously, you were the last person I wanted to see me like- that..." He sighed, standing straight. "It's already happened though, so I think it's time I told you about the birds and the bees."
Midori blinked. What is he talking about? "What...?" Midori questioned.
"Right, you see, when a man and a woman love each-other very much...-?!" Midori slapped his hands over Chiaki's mouth, his own mouth agape.
"Morisawa-Senpai! I know how sex works! I'm 18, for crying out loud!" He interrupted, before Chiaki could get another word out.
Chiaki stared at Midori with wide, empty eyes. He removed Midori's hands out of the way of his own mouth, allowing him to speak. "Oh... do you? Sorry, we just, uhm, never talk about that stuff!" Chiaki giggled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. Chiaki, feeling even more embarrassed, was unable to stare Midori directly in his eyes. Not like Midori minded this at all, though.
Midori bit his lip, unsure on how to continue about this. Originally, he had decided to just never bring it up again. But now, Chiaki has somehow made this situation even worse. "Morisawa-Senpai, did you even finish before coming out here?" Midori questioned, resisting the urge to look down and check for himself.
"O-Of course not! I couldn't leave you in the dark after that! I thought you were unfamiliar with that type of stuff!" Chiaki backed up a little, giving Midori a little more personal space.
This allowed Midori to see from the outside proximity of his eyes, He nearly choked on his own spit, seeing that, indeed, Chiaki's member was indeed still standing loud and proud.
Right. In. Front. Of. Midori.
Did Chiaki even know what he was doing to Midori right now? He had to know, right? Who stands this close to another man while hard as a rock? This guy right here, apparently!
"So that means you never f-finished...?" Midori tripped over his own words.
Chiakis' blushed deepened even more. "Don't make this weirder than it needs to be?!" He grumbled. "I don't think I can casually go back to doing.... that, anyways. Not after this entire situation!"
That shot an idea through Midori's mind. How would he be able to execute it, though?
Midori sucked in his lips, anxiety starting to loom over him as he prepared himself to say the words he was looking for. "H-How about I help you out, Morisawa-Senpai?" Midori offered, regretting the words the second they came out of his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Chiaki questioned. "Help me out with... what?" Is he really going to make Midori explain the situation?! He felt like he was going to die!
But, at this point, he wanted to do anything in his power to let Midori get a closer gander at Chiaki's magic stick. "Your... boner, Senpai," Midori couldn't explain himself any further without wanting to bury himself into a ditch forever.
"Oohhhhh..." Chiaki let out knowingly. Why now, of all times, does he seem nonchalant about this?! "Wait, do you mean you want to... touch it?!" Oh, it only just now seemingly clicked in him.
Midori nodded, waiting for a proper answer out of him. Either way, the next minute resulted in Midori either touching his beloved Senpai's breeding rod, or running out of here crying and not talking to Chiaki for a week.
"..." He remained silent, putting Midori over the edge. "I guess... it would be nice to experience the touch of someone else..." He finally concluded. Midori cheered silently in his own mind, and a little smile crooked up. Chiaki noticed this.
"You're not doing this just cause I'm your Senpai, right?!" He exclaimed, retreating backwards into the room.
Midori followed pursuit. "No...! I..." How did Midori say this without making his feelings obvious. ".... Yes?"
Chiaki stopped in his tracks, assessing Midori's answer. "It's good enough for me!" He let out a genuine laughter, which Midori feels like he hasn't heard in ages, Chiaki plopped himself down on the bed, sitting up straight. He stared directly in front of him, which happened to be Midori's own, now hard, member bulging proudly in his loose pants.
Midori immediately picked up on where he was staring. "Don't look!" He exclaimed, his hand instinctively going down to cover himself, even though it was already clothed.
Chiaki giggled, "I'm fully naked already, Takamine. I should be the one more embarrassed, right now."
"Yeah, but at least you get a big fluffy blanket?!" He complained. "All I get are sweatpants!"
"So, you want to see more of me?" Chiaki confirmed. Yes. Absolutely yes. A million times yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, please! Midori repeated a million times in his head.
Midori nodded.
"Come look, Takamine~" Chiaki invited. Holy, fuck. Where did Chiaki get this sudden confidence from? Was Midori sure this was the same guy who was stuttering over his own words trying to explain to Midori what the concept of sex is? There is no way.
Nonetheless, he was into it. He approached Chiaki willingly, getting on his knees. He unwrapped the blanket away from Chiaki's body, whereas his face was slapped immediately with the biggest thing he'd ever seen up close.
How does Midori go about this? Should he use his hands or his mouth? Should he ask Chiaki? No, He's going to do what he wants. Afterall, this is probably the only opportunity he'll get to do this.
He wrapped his two hands around the monstrous thing most people would refer to as a 'penis', giving it a few starting pumps. He felt Chiaki twitch slightly at his touch. He liked it.
He licked his lips, before spitting on the length in front of him and rubbing it all over. He proceeded to lower his lips over the tip, taking some time to familiarise himself with the taste of Chiakis precum and cock. He offered Chiaki a few practice licks over the slit of his tip, watching as he shuddered and closed his eyes tightly. Midori took this as a good sign, and also as a sign to keep going.
He removed one of his hands from the sticky stick, letting his mouth wander down more to the base of Chiaki's dick. He was definitely nowhere close to covering half of it, yet, his mouth already felt so full..
His top lip touched his hand that was still pumping Chiaki's dick slightly. No, not just yet. Midori knew that he could go further than this. He wanted to go further than this, seeing how much it... changed Chiaki from his usual self.
He moved his hand further down the length, where his own throat followed in pursuit of his hand. At the point, he might be able to take in the whole thing. Midori saw that as a miracle, especially when he found his hand couldn't go any further down. He was so very close. Who knew that Midori would be a throat-goat queen?
He removed the hand, placing his two now-free hands onto Chiaki's open thighs for support as he fully pushed his mouth to cover Chiaki's entire member. Midori made the decision to look up at Chiaki's face, where Chiaki was staring right back at him, completely mesmerised and out of breath. He could see the reflection of himself in Chiaki's glasses, his own mouth stuffed full with Chiaki's girthy 3rd leg.
What a sight to behold, Midori thought to himself. He felt that he was struggling to breathe slightly, so he pulled himself off Chiaki's babymaker fully, tongue sticking out as he made multiple attempts to catch up on his breathing. He was drooling way too much at this point, but it wasn't as if it mattered. He was sucking another man's dick, for crying out loud.
Once he had collected himself, he went back to sucking off Chiaki. Except this time, he aimed for a more rhythmic motion, especially now that he was used to the feeling of having Chiaki inside his mouth. He moved his throat in tiny up and down motions as he ventured further onto the cock.
Chiaki seemed lost while this was all happening. Lost in the pleasure- and Midori couldn't help but feel satisfied with himself. Chiaki's own hands wandered down to grip mercilessly at Midori's hair, using force to move his throat at a faster pace. Oh, it was getting serious.
He positioned himself better, feeling that Chiaki wanted to use him more roughly. He gripped onto Chiaki's thighs tighter, making Chiaki push himself fully in and out of Midori's throat.
Midori shut his eyes tight, feeling the tears start to form in the corners of his eyes. It may be rough, but Midori found himself to be really liking it. More than he'd like to admit.
He could tell that his Senpai was really pushing himself over the edge, too. With all the loose whimpers and breathless breaths. As out-of-breath Midori felt, he didn't want to stop. He was using the little moments he got when Chiaki pushed him fully out to catch his breath slightly before going right back in.
It only took a few more moments just like that for Chiaki to push Midori's fully down onto his dick, letting out his loudest groan yet as Midori could feel an unfamiliar hot substance fill his mouth. He slapped Chiaki's thigh a few times, where he took the hint and let go of his hair.
Midori immediately pulled back, but Chiaki hadn't finished completely yet. He was still cumming. Some of the sperm landed onto Midori's face at first, but as his dick shot straight up, so did the cum, landing on his own face and finally onto his stomach.
Midori put a hand over his own mouth, swallowing what he could of what Chiaki had managed to give him in his mouth. He looked up to Chiaki's face, seeing the single line of semen across his face. They had somehow managed to both receive facials in the timespan of 2 seconds.
"Morisawa-Senpai... you are... rough, to put it lightly," Midori complimented.
He could see Chiaki visibly start to panic. "A-Ah, Takamine! I'm so sorry! I wasn't- I wasn't thinking straight! Are you okay?! Are you alright?! Oh my god, let me get you some water!" He frantically got up from the bed, rushing to the kitchen. "I'm so sorry for releasing in your mouth without asking, oh my-'' He was cut off by his own fit of coughs, which made Midori giggle slightly. He was so panicked.
He followed after him, walking calmly to the kitchen. He could see him fumbling with the glass as he filled it with filtered tap water, turning to the taller boy to hand him the glass with shaky hands.
He accepted it, gulping down the water slowly.
Chiaki wasn't focused on that anymore, though. No, he was focused on something further down.
"Takamine, y-you may want to look down." Midori immediately reacted, looking down at his own forgotten boner in his sweatpants, containing a spread out wet and sticky stain.
Oh. He experienced his first dry orgasm. That's something Chiaki was never going to let him live down.