“Um, I think that ought to be enough, though I’m not an expert. I know I’m not that big, but you must promise to let me know if I’m hurting you. I just couldn’t do—”
“It’s okay. I promise I’ll tell you.”
“Thanks.”
The knowledge he would soon be parted from Bud didn’t help David’s arousal. At best he could describe himself as half-hard. Keeping three fingers of his right hand inside Bud, David started to jerk himselfoff with his left. Using the wrong hand did little to excite him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I, um. I don’t know if it’s because I’m not used to being the top, or, or,” David swallowed, “Because of, um, you know.” He couldn’t speak the words. “But I can’t get hard.”
Bud turned, dislodging David’s fingers from his ass. “Come up here, and I’ll help.”