That Day

“You do?” John says excitedly and before you can answer, he keeps nuzzling you.

“I just wish I could actually kiss you. Of course, I’m able to keep my dick but not my lips.” John sighs, pulling away from you.

“Wait, you still have a dick?” You say glancing from his face to his crotch, where you see no dick.

“Yeah, I just keep it…tucked away. Don’t want it just hanging out in front of everyone, y’know?” John says as if it was obvious. You stare at him for a second while trying to conjure up the courage to ask the questions now burning in your mind.

“Here, let me…” Before you can say anything, John reaches into one of his spots and digs around for a second before a portal opens where his crotch is and then closes, leaving a dick in its place. It’s white and long like the rest of him, but he definitely has some girth. You’re baffled at where it came from but are more preoccupied with the fact that his dick is hard.

“I have… a lot of questions.” You say, looking between his face and his dick.

“Ask away.” Johnathan says.

“Is it the same size as before?”

“I think it’s a bit longer now.”

“Does it work the same?”

“As far as I can tell, yes.”

“Where did it come from?”

Johnathan begins to explain how one of his spots leads to a sort of pocket where he can store things and that’s where he found his dick. You’re trying your hardest to focus but you’re distracted by the new presence of his cock. When you and John spoke about what being in a relationship might be like, sex never crossed your mind, you just kind of thought he didn’t have any reproductive organs now. But here it is now, right in front of you. And you’re getting turned on just by the thought that he does have a dick and that you could fuck the man you’ve dreamed of fucking for a long time.

“Can I touch it?” You blurt out, surprising yourself. John’s face spot shrinks for a second in surprise but re-enlargens and swirls around the edges with an emotion you can’t quite figure out.

“Sure.” John says with humor in his tone.

A nervous smile spreads across your face as you reach down, running your finger along the base where it connects with his skin. It was fully connected, with no sign that it might have not been there just a moment ago. Everything was there, tip, shaft, balls, and all. You’re incredibly intrigued and run your fingers down the shaft, wanting to see if it is the same texture as his skin, but hear a soft hiss come from John.

“Are you okay?” You ask, worriedly glancing up at him.

“Yeah, no, I’m good. Just…” John’s face spot squints as he hesitates to say the words.

“Just…what?” You say, grinning and wanting him to admit that he’s hard. It’s not like it’s not obvious, and you think it’s cute that he’s so ashamed about it.

“Just…a bit.. turned on.” John says quickly, clearing his throat nervously. You chuckle and return your attention back to his dick, this time wrapping your hand around it and gently rubbing your thumb across the tip.

“Is this okay?” You ask, hearing John’s breathing pick up.

“Mhm.” John says with a small whine.

You start gently moving your hand up and down, seeing a bead of black precum form at his tip. Before you can think about it, you bring your head down to lick it off, and it makes your tongue tingle. As you swipe your tongue across his tip, John loudly whimpers which makes you more horny and you desperately want to fuck him.

You decide to take your time with him though, and slowly lick a stripe up his shaft. The whole time John is whining and gripping onto the side of the cushion.

“You’re torturous,” John says quietly, his spot swirling more aggressively around the edges.

You grin at him before taking his length in your mouth. The girth of it makes your jaw ache already but you push through, bobbing your head up and down. John’s hand makes its way to the top of your head, stroking your hair gently as he quietly praises you.

“Fuck, that’s so good. You’re so good. Thank you, thank you…” he whines in between heavy breaths.

You look up at him with his cock still in your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes.

“God…” John whispers and places his hand on your cheek. After rubbing your cheek with his thumb and staring down at you, he gently pulls you up and carries you bridal-style to your bedroom.

As John sets you down on your bed, you reach up to pull him on top of you, to which he gladly obliges. You begin kissing along his jawline and the side of his neck, eliciting soft moans from him. John’s hands slide up your shirt, squeezing your waist as you kiss down to his collarbone. Reaching up to gently pull his head to the side to give yourself more skin to attack, you start sucking hickies into his neck. You wonder if they will actually appear on his skin or if they’ll look different, but there’s only one way to tell.

“This is better than I could have imagined,” John murmurs as you continue giving him hickies and gentle bites down his neck.

“We haven’t even started fucking yet.” You say, laughing a little. Taking a minute to admire the marks you’ve left (which are very apparent on his pale skin), you run your thumb down his neck. Smiling up at him, you place a hand on his waist and slowly move it down.

Unfortunately for you, your hand slips into a spot and reappears through his face spot, making you smack yourself in the face.

“Ow, fuck!” You exclaim, holding your nose.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” John frantically asks, hands rushing to cup your face.

“Yeah, no, I’m good. Just managed to slip into one of your holes…” You shake your head, laughing at the situation.

“Well, there’s one hole I’d like to slip into…” John’s face spot squints in embarrassment right after the words come out of his mouth. “I’m so sorry. That was bad, I’m not-”

You cut John off by laughing hysterically at his awful attempt at flirting. He hangs his head in humiliation and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling off your shirt and unbuttoning your pants. John gently pushes your hands aside as you start to pull off your pants and underwear, taking over the task at an incredibly slow pace.

“Come on, no need to tease.” You whine as John sets your clothes aside.

“Oh, really? You didn’t seem to think so before.” You can hear the smirk in John’s voice as he gently spreads your legs open.

“Well, you know, that’s-” Your breath hitches in your throat as John starts gently circling your clit with his thumb.

He moves at a very slow pace to start, making you whine and practically beg for him to speed up. When he finally does, you let out a chorus of expletives and “thank you”s. As he continues to rub your clit, his other hand reaches up to slide down your slit.

“Wow, you’re wet. All because of me?” He comments, making you flush. You open your mouth to speak but are once again stopped as you feel one of his fingers enter you.

This time, John skips the teasing and matches the speed he has on your clit, gently pumping one finger in and out before inserting another. His fingers are very long and he definitely knows how to use them, bringing you to the brink of orgasm surprisingly quickly.

“I’m close.” You moan, feeling the wave of a climax rush over you right after you finish speaking. John keeps his speed up as you ride through your orgasm, whining and breathing heavily as you finish.

After you manage to think straight again, you pull John to you and give pecks all over his cheeks and jawline. He hums softly as you gently attack him with kisses, letting you run out of energy before returning the favor with his “compromise” kiss, nuzzling your cheek. You pull back for a moment and look at John, feeling a smile grow across your face.

“Can I fuck you?” John asks, breaking the silence.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You say, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

John lines himself up to your hole, looking up at you as he begins to gently press in. He is definitely stretching you out a bit, but the pain was strangely pleasant to you. You breathe deeply as he finally fits himself all the way into you, letting you adjust before starting to slowly thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so deep.” You whimper, holding onto the back of his neck.

“Is it okay?” John asks.

“Much better than okay.” You say, smiling. John picks up his speed, making you whimper every time his length fits inside of you.

“You’re so good. Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long.” John whines. “I’m not going to last long inside you.”

“I’m close again.” You say, reaching down to rub your clit. John gently pushes your hand out of the way and does it for you, quickly bringing you to orgasm. You’re overwhelmed with pleasure and John grabs onto your waist, thrusts becoming sloppy as he gets closer to climaxing.

As you manage to regain your composure, John pulls himself out of you and pulls you up.

“Open your mouth.” He commands, placing his dick onto your tongue as you stick it out. You close your mouth around him and start moving, but you’re tired and still reeling from your orgasm so you’re moving slowly. John places his hands on the back of your head, tangling his hands into your hair.

“Can I?” John asks, gently pushing your head to show what he wants. You nod and let out a quiet “mhm” before he starts moving you on his dick. You’re lucky you don’t have a gag reflex because John was fitting his cock fully into your mouth. John whimpers as he gets closer to climaxing, starting to thrust into your mouth more than moving you. His hands grip your hair tightly as he finishes in your mouth. You feel his cum fill your mouth, making it pleasantly tingle and you swallow, feeling it make your throat sting.

John breathes heavily as he sits down on the bed, using a spot to put his dick away. You get up and put your underwear and shirt back on, John watching you the whole time. When you feel dressed enough, you sit down next to John, placing your head on his shoulder and lacing your fingers with his. He sighs gently and places his head on top of yours, squeezing your hand.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” John says quietly. You pull away to kiss a white spot on his shoulder and place your head back.

“I love you, Johnny.”