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Taking the keys from your hand, Herman leads you through your door, never straying too far.
He knows his way around your place, and is eager to know his way around your body. "C-can we talk about this? Us…?" Excited as he may be, he is nothing if not a gentleman.
Removing your jacket and shoes, you patiently reply, looking up at him. "Yes, Hermy. What about us?"
He suddenly gives you space, his eyes darting everywhere but to yours. What happened to the man who couldn't keep his hands off you on the way here?
"Shouldn't we- I think you, or- I-I," He takes a deep breath, remembering your pro bono speech therapy lessons. "I want to be w-with you, if you'll have me." His eyes find yours and hold the connection. "May I be your boyfriend?"
God, you love him. And you couldn't be more proud of how flawlessly he asked his question.
Pleasantly shocked, you muse, "Yes, Herm. Of course you can." You yank at his collar and bring him into a hug. His cool temperature sends a chill down your spine.
Into your neck, he mutters, "Sorry I didn't bring you f-flowers or anything." You couldn't care less. It's a cute sentiment, but you have bigger things to focus on. "I wanted it to be- I always thought if I ever asked, it would be…more? Better?" You kiss him, deep and tender. His hands shake as he tries to keep them on your waist. "It's okay. We can redo it later, baby." You can't miss the rise of heat evident on his face. Or the whimper that leaves his lips.
"So?" Before you can control them, your eyes steal a glance downward. His eyes follow suit. "What do you want to do, Hermy?" A millisecond after your sentence ended, he proposed, "Bedroom?" And a microsecond after that, you're on your way.
You step into your bedroom with Herm on your tail. Closing the door behind himself, Herman's hand is back on his zipper, waiting. His eyes convey that message, and you don't even bother reading his mind. "Take it off." You begin shedding yourself of your clothes too, somehow finishing before he does. When you look up at him, you can't bring yourself to look away.
It is both a blessing and a curse to have Herman standing in your room, wetsuit-less. A blessing, of course, because you've always wondered what he had underneath his outfit, and you are enamored by what you see. A curse, because you aren't sure you'll be able to handle him. To handle it. But you've never been the type to give up easily.
To call him well-endowed is a huge understatement. You had guessed from his lanky frame that he wouldn't be packing, but you had never been happier to be wrong. His weeping cock is simply beautiful, that's the only term you could think of to call it. It's coated in something that seems to be a mix of water and pre-cum, you can't wait to find out what it tastes like.
Finding the distance between you to be too much, Herm slowly walks over to you with his arms oh-so slightly outstretched. "Can I, ah..." Your boyfriend is too shy to even ask it. You'll fix that soon enough. "It's alright, baby. We can take it slow. Wanna feel around a little?" He nods.
You grab hold of his left hand and set it on your chest. It pinches at your nipple instantly. "Oh, pretty. S-so pretty, baby." The nickname he echoes doesn't sound quite right coming from him, but you adore his efforts nonetheless. "Thank you, Hermy. You can touch wherever." Your permission spurs him on. "Yeah? You- you too, please. Anywhere."
He closes the gap between you and drops his right hand to your ass, grabbing blindly at it. His boldness is welcome, if just a tad unexpected. He swallows the gasp you let out and kisses you, full force. Responding to his request, you trail your hands down his back until they meet his hips. You take half a step back. "Hermy," You drawl, "Can I suck you off? Or try to, anyway." This time, your mouth isn't there to absorb his gasp. "Oh, ah!- Yes, if you're- If you want. Yes!" You waste no time getting onto your knees. His dick has begun dripping onto your pile of clothes, which reside on the floor. You lick your lips.
You lie to yourself that you aren't aiming to impress when you force down half his cock on the first go. Your hands take care of the rest. You barely have time to register the bitter taste on your tongue, as the tip has made its way to the back of your throat. The wanton moan Herman lets out is music to your ears. "Wow- ah. That- you're so g-good." He struggles to get the words out. His hips start to make tiny thrusts forward, as if you could take much more. Your drool has already started adding to the puddle on your garments. A wet hand of his makes its way to the crown of your head. Not pushing, just holding on. When you look up at him with your mouth full of cock, he half-moans, half-sobs your name. You remove a hand from him to uselessly wipe at your face, and then play with his balls. "G-God…So much, so good," He's a broken record. He doesn't try to stifle himself. You'd sing your praises if you could but, you know. A little preoccupied at the moment.
With an obnoxiously loud slurp, you pull off of him. His arm falls parallel to the other with a small sigh. "Good?" You ask from your position on the ground. "Good." He confirms, towering over you. He reaches down and helps you up onto your bed. You don't acknowledge the awkward little 'Thanks' he murmurs with anything more than a smile.
Sitting atop your bed, you can now see his face clearly. When he leans in to kiss you this time, you pull the goggles off from the top of his head. "Now I, uh," He raises his right hand with only the middle three fingers up, all slightly bent, all sopping wet. "This? R-right?" In all the months he's been in love with you, you're not sure you've ever seen him turn a prettier hue of red. You steal a kiss.
"Yeah, you know how?" He shakes his head, worry beginning to paint his blushing face. "Don't worry, it's easy. I'll teach you." You pull him onto the bed with you, thankful you had a king-sized one.
You're reclining on your back, lying down between his open legs. He sits on his knees. "You can start with just one, for now." Normally, you could do with just a quick fingering, but with his size? You're going to need some time to adjust.
You're not sure if he has a bit of trouble finding your entrance or if he wanted to tease you a little, but he doesn't finger you right away. Just when you were about to help out, he finds and breaches your hole, causing you to involuntarily clench around his finger. You aren't sure which of you moaned louder. "T-that's good. All the way now." You instruct. He is happy to follow orders. He gets to work, pumping it into you at a steady pace.
He works his way up to four fingers without you having to guide him too much more. They're stretching and spreading apart from each other. By now, he's been rutting into your thigh for a few minutes. The bed is getting soaked, you pay that no mind.
Sitting up and grabbing his wrist, you push it back a little, attempting to remove his fingers from inside you. He gets the memo and eases them out. Bending your knees, he situates himself between you with his restless cock rubbing against your core. He bends down to kiss you, groaning at the pressure the motion grants on his tip. "Go ahead, Hermy. Don't keep me waiting," You command against his lips. He finally pushes in. It is pure bliss.
You had never pictured Cloud Nine as moist, but it turns out that's exactly what it is.
The room is damp and humid. You feel full, though Herm isn't even halfway in yet.
If you closed your eyes for too long, you might have thought there was a leak in your roof. Herman is easing into you and sweating heavily along the way. His eyes shoot wide open when you squirm beneath him to wipe at your face, and he sits up a bit more to drip onto himself instead of onto you. "Ah, sorry. P-powers. Well, and I'm kinda n-nervous."
You giggle a bit, "It's alright, honey. How do you feel?" Your nerves have been relieved. You expected a bit of pain, but with all the water his dick pushed in with, it's mostly just a nice stretch.
Your walls squeeze him snugly. Herm feels bad he didn't ask you any earlier, "M-me? How are you? Not- not hurting, are you? Right?" His motion stops. His knitted eyebrows are sign enough for you to read, 'So tight. So warm,' From his mind.
You briefly prop yourself up on an elbow to see how much more cock is there for you to take. There's a good 3 inches remaining. You try not to get stuck wondering about how many are in you already, though you know it must be over 5 inches.
"Oh, I'm fine, keep going. Please." He continues, stuffing you full, whining as he does. "You're doing so well, Hermy." He grinds into you faster, shaking the bed. Your praise brings out a new side of him. You carry on, "You like that, huh? Like hearing how good you are, baby?" His strokes become erratic, yet maintain their depth.
"Oh, please," He doesn't even know what he's begging for, "Yes, so good, yes." His head drops near yours, not far from your neck. Your legs wrap around his waist as he somehow thrusts even harder into you.
You started at the center of your bed, but he's fucked you so hard, and the bed is so drenched that your arm now has to hold the headboard as you brace for his thrusts. His hand makes its way between your legs; he's good at multitasking, as he fixes his position. Your free hand claws at his back as you moan his name out. You would probably find it unfair that he's making you so loud without offering much more than high-pitched grunts in return, if you weren't so close. "F-fuck, yes! Like that! I-I'm gonna-" Your climax hits, and it amazes Herman how he nearly loses traction because of the flood that is now your bed. It's mostly his creation, but you add to it significantly.
After a few more long strokes, everything stills as he leans back to look at you. "But, I'm- please, I'm so close. Please, w-what do I-" You cut him off with a breathy kiss, and a gentle purr, "Oh…Such a good boy for me, God." You tighten your legs around him, pulling him into you more. Coming down from your high, you convince yourself that you'll be fine letting him fill you up. He could probably help clean it out of you, right?
"Come on, you wanna cum right?" He starts up again, nodding frantically. The overstimulation teeters on painful. "Fuck. Then go ahead. Be a good boy for me, Hermy."
Watching you pant beneath him, calling him by his two favorite names, in your bed, as your boyfriend? It's more than enough to send him over the edge. You relish how he wails out your name when he does. He buries himself to the hilt while spilling into you. You're so full that his cum slides out and drips down onto your ass, onto your tsunami of a bed.
After pulling out, your boyfriend collapses beside you, staring at you. You watch him catch his breath and answer, "Yes, Herm. I'm okay," To the question in his mind he couldn't get out just yet. He hums with his mouth slack.
Moments later, after you had just begun resting your eyes, you feel kisses covering your face all over. You chuckle, "You okay?"
"'M great. You're great!" He is beyond loopy, but he still pushes himself up and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom. It's not until he comes to wipe you clean do you notice just how bad the damage to your bed is. It is entirely unusable, the mattress is gushing with every little movement you make on it.
In the midst of cleaning you, Herm profusely apologizes and promises to replace it soon. It doesn't bother you much, you expected something like this to happen. Your couch, which you got recently, pulls out into an okay bed. You guys can make do for one night.