Caught Dressed

“I guess not …if you promise to keep it a secret.”
“Can I explore more?”
He nodded softly as he rested his head on Bradley’s shoulder. “If you want.”
He felt the tickling fingers as Bradley’s hand slid further under his panties, before feeling one gently touch his anus and he released a soft breath as he snuggled against his friend, then arched his hips, yearning for the next intimate advance. And to his heart-fluttering delight, he felt the finger begin exploring deeper.
Did Bradley want him as badly as he wanted to be taken? He couldn’t help but squirm as the finger continue exploring, and he arched back as he innocently pulled his friend’s mouth closer.
Their open mouths sealed together and he wondered what else he could lustfully kiss as their passion intensified. Was it time for him to explore? He released another faint whimper as Bradley’s fingertip slipped inside his tight anus, and he squirmed with pleasure, then slid his hand down Brad’s waist, until it rested on his friend’s thigh.
Bradley ended the kiss, and panted. “Please?”
“But I never…”
“I’ll help.” Brad gripped his hand and moved it between them, without removing the fingertip teasing his anus, and he silently elated at the feel of his friend’s engorged cock. He squeezed and explored the masculine bulge through his friend’s thin shorts as Brad softly moaned with approval.
It felt so masculine …warm …hard. Would he be allowed to reach inside and really feel it? He inhaled deeply before touching the elastic waistband…
“Yes.”
He hesitated. “You want me to?”
Bradley panted. “Hell yeah.”
He placed his fingertips inside, then stopped as Brad’s inserted finger moved deeper.
“Sorry. Are you alright?”
“Yes.” His eyes shut. Was this real? Was he dreaming? …Laying in a sexy schoolgirl outfit, complete with short skirt, thigh highs, and high heels, hoping to fulfill his deepest fantasy.
“Does this feel good?” Brad wiggled his inserted fingertip, and the pleasure spread deep inside.
“Yes.”
“Will you explore a little?” Bradley grasped his wrist, then gently forced his hand deeper inside his shorts, until it surrounded the engorged cock, and his heartbeat pounded. In his mind, Bradley had forced him to caress his cock, whether against his will or not, and it was Bradley alone, making him do things. He began sliding his hand along the cock as he whispered, “We should stop.”