Caught Dressed

“No. …We shouldn’t.”
He continued squeezing and fondling his friend's erection as the finger probing him made him squirm with delight. “Are you going to do things with me?”
“Yes.” Bradley panted as their lips teasingly touched.
He felt his inhibitions all but gone. “Why?”
“…I have to.”
His heart continued racing as Bradley’s confirmation registered. Bradley had to, and he had no choice.
His voice softened, hoping to solicit the next preferred answer. “Are you going to make me taste this?”
“Yes …and I promise you’ll like it.”
His chest expanded with each increasing breath. “When?”
“Now.” Brad placed his hand on the back of his head, and he offered feeble resistance against the force as he bent toward the masculine bulge filling his hand.
“Oh, no. …I can’t.” He eyed the bulge as his hand continued stroking it.
“It’s alright …I promise.”
“But I don’t want you to stop liking me.”
“Just the opposite. I’ll like you more. But if you don’t, I’ll be mad. You don’t want me to be mad, do you?”
He swallowed hard as Brad’s hand pressure continued guiding his mouth closer. “No.”
“Show me.”
His eyes widened as his lips met the soft bulging cloth, and he inhaled before giving the covered penis an open-mouthed kiss.
“That’s it. Now take it out and kiss it for real.”
He rubbed the warm bulge against his cheek. “Do you promise you’ll still like me?”
“I promise …if you keep going.”
He registered the satisfaction, knowing he had no choice. After all …he was the one caught wearing the skirt, and making his friend’s cock hard, and the last thing he wanted was to lose Bradley’s friendship.
He freed the cock, then without releasing his grip, opened his lips and kissed it before letting it slide into his mouth.
“That’s it. Let me see how much you appreciate our friendship.”
Oh, the pure lustful joy he felt as he let it slip slowly inside, then after a prolonged moment he let it slide from his mouth, though it never separated from his lips as he kept his soft grip. “…But…”