Ready, Willing, But Unable. by Oroyukae

Mother May I ?

AUTHOR'S NOTE;

I NEEDED AN OUTLET FOR STRESS AND BLOCK AND SO THIS IS THE RESULT. I DECIDED TO CONTINUE THE MISHAPS IN MY ONE SHOT VOLATILE COMBINATION IN THIS COLLECTION OF THE SAME. THEY WILL VARY IN LENGTH AND UPDATES MAY NOT BE AS REGULAR AS SOME OF MY OTHER STORIES HAVE BEEN. STILL, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM!

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Mother May I?

Why was he so nervous? Because he was still such a damned loser, that was why. For a month now he and the miko had been an item and still he had failed to discover the wonders of her delectable body; it was so damned humiliating, to say the least. Oh, he had many an opportunity, hell, on one occasion at least he would swear the woman was downright offering to let him have his sinful way with her petite person – and yet, nothing. Was there something wrong with him? Was it possible that his half-breed half sibling’s preferences were hereditary? No, that was not possible; he got a massive hard on just thinking about her tight willing body opening up to him in the throes of passion, so that could not be it. Thank god. Was it he was just apprehensive about being with her in that manner and running the risk of the woman thinking that was all he wanted from her? Maybe he thought she merely wanted the same? It was possible he feared that once they did the horizontal tango, she would dump him and he would be left alone. Could it be possible that she only wanted him because he was inexperienced and therefore a much safer first lover? Gods, he was still just as pathetic as he was before he found out she was interested in him.

How he hoped his death glare seriously maimed the fucking whelp daring to interrupt his thought process over his breakfast plate. The punk should just shut the hell up before hell rained down upon Yasha with gale force. So what if he was still a damned virgin; what business was it of that fucker anyway? One more word, just one more damned word and…That shut him up real quick; the half-breed deserved that punch to his temple. Silence was truly a blessed thing. Of course the little bastard could have fallen forward onto the table instead of off the side of his chair…his disgusting perverted ass sticking up like he was waiting for his Ookami lover to come show him some ‘love’ made the demon want to retch. Ugh! So much for a hearty, nutritious breakfast; Yasha’s ass made him lose his appetite.

Father would be no help to him; he was only concerned about his newest whore whose pants he was trying to get into. Really, could the old dog not scent those three other males on the bitch? Money; that’s what it would take to part those nasty overworked thighs…the old man was a fool. His room was cool and quiet, just how he liked it; his bed nice and firm. Perfect for fucking his female in, if he could ever find it in him to drop his fucking pants for her that was; god, he truly was pathetic. Oh what he would give to feel her hand upon his bare member, stroking and pumping him into a blissful frenzy. In his mind he could experience it whenever he wanted to; which was damn near every day now. However, in reality, he just could not bring himself to unbutton his fly and pull that zipper down. God! What kind of a male was he? Not much of one apparently. Stallion indeed.

Kagome. Just thinking her name made his blood ignite and his cock to spring to life rather than just hang there between his legs and remind him that it was still waiting for a ‘field test’. What good was it to have one and not put it to use other than to take a damned piss? None; that was what.  Why, for the love of god, was he glaring at the thing as if it were blame for his plight? It wasn’t his dick’s fault he wasn’t getting any; the thing was always ready and raring to go, so no – his over neglected, over eager phallus was not to blame here. Yes, he had wanted to take things kind of slow with the miko in order to get to know her better and she get to know him; at the most he had allotted two weeks, for they did kind of know each other already since she had been Yasha’s friend for some time. However, this was ri-fucking-diculous. With every day that passed and he did not have Kagome in the way a male does his female, he grew more and more frustrated to the point of scaring even himself with his rage. Of course, when he was attending classes, that rage could be quelled somewhat since his mind would become focused on his studies, but as soon as the last class was done for the day…the frustration returned full force.

It was this moment that he had really begun to beat himself up for not accepting her offer to…acquaint themselves with each other’s intimate person. What red blooded male turned down the offer for a blowjob; honestly? Was he mentally impaired? Countless times he had imagined that luscious, hot mouth of hers taking his thick length in over and over, and loving every damned stroke too. Truly his stupidity knew no bounds.

Oh for the love of god, who was knocking upon his door? It had to be the half-breed, for father never ventured to his room for any reason; if he needed to speak to him, he merely yelled until the house shook. The old man could be quite lazy when he saw fit to. Besides, the old man was out of town on another beaver quest, as the decrepit old perv had so crudely called it.  The Daiyoukai damned near tore the door off its hinges as he threw it open, seeing that he had been right in his assumption and he damn near gagged from the stench. Yasha needed a bath; his filthy hanyou body reeked of ass and leftover sausage from breakfast. No, he did not want to go to the mall; he had much better things to do at that point in time. Namely, to continue with his self-destructive behavior while berating himself for being a scared, whining little pussy about having sex with his woman damn it. Oh god, the pun in those words was about as obvious as it could get.

Oh, now the fucker was chastising him about not being able to tend his bitch’s needs? What kind of friend or brother did something like that? The half-brother thing did not even come into play here, for he, Sesshoumaru, could not have cared less at this point. He loathed the little bastard standing there lecturing him on a female’s needs. What the hell would he know about a female’s needs anyway? The retard. Yasha swung the other way, or did his inept, half-breed mind forget that fact? Yeah, let the fool cower in fear; he did not know that his love for man meat had been discovered by the one person in the world he feared making such a discovery. Now what, bitch? He wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy if it was staring him in the face, and had an instruction manual attached to the bitch’s damned thigh. How dare that fucker bring up the fact that he had ‘helped’ get them together? Did the idiot forget that not a week prior he had fucked up again and rendered any gratitude on the demon’s part null and void? Perhaps the fool should have thought about that before he convinced the Daiyoukai to join him and his buddies in killing off valuable brain cells smoking from that bong?

Yes, it had been his, Sesshoumaru’s, own fault for agreeing to it, but they assured him it was of a weak strain and, therefore, would have very minimal effect on him. Oh how stupid he was for believing that drabble. Yasha had stated many times that he only smoked the good stuff. The kind that would knock even the most resilient, most powerful demon on their ass and have them lost in la-la-land thinking their self a fairy princess to be precise. While he had not had that particular humiliating experience, what he did experience was just as bad. Oh, how long would it take to purge that memory? He was not exactly proud of coming to his senses with a big red bow attached to his cock, apparently intending to gift his bitch with his ‘jack hammer of love’, and nothing else on his person at all. That thought made him mentally cringe. Jack hammer of love; did he really call it that? They said he did, while they laughed their asses off at him…the fuckers. The pricks were going to just let him go too; they were going to follow him and record the entire fucking thing for future humiliating purposes, in fact. Sadistic bastards.

He was still partially bald down there, as the tape he had used to hold the bow in place had removed a good portion of his thick, silver pubic fluff. He had disproved a very inaccurate theory that day…duct tape is not a fix all for everything. It would seem that they had no access to scotch tape and he had been afraid that his decoration would fall off… Somehow, he just knew that the moron and his merry band of idiots had been the ones to plant that notion in his head; he just could not prove it was all. Great, just fucking great; he was itching down there now. Apparently thinking about the whole fiasco triggered something and now…was this how a female felt after they shaved, waxed, or whatever they did to their nether region?

God, it sucks! Would the itching stop once his hair grew back; or would he now have to endure this as his punishment for being such an idiot? What if it didn’t grow back...or worse yet – in some weird pattern that would make Kagome laugh if she saw it? Aha! That was his reason for abstaining; he did not want her to think him some kind of…no, that wasn’t it. Fuck! Okay, now was not the time to have an impromptu thought wondering if his female was manicured or bald down there; what the hell was wrong with him?

The hanyou, being the complete dick that he was, told him that he regretted fixing him up with his friend when he couldn’t even tend the female properly. He, Sesshoumaru, was not a prude and he definitely was not a priss either. If the annoying whelp only knew the things he planned to do to the miko – at some point, gods willing, the fucker would ask him to give the wolf boy some pointers. Damn it, why did that thought have to come with a fucking visual? He could have gone without seeing that! That was it; Yasha had to go. 

How he hoped the imbecile hurt himself when he hit that wall; he should have better coordination, even though he was shoved quite violently out of the room. It was Yasha’s fault for coming in there and starting shit; he should have just left him alone. It seemed that the older the hanyou got, the more ignorant he became; which wasn’t that big of a change really. In any case, the guy was not being of any help to him whatsoever, so hence the half-breed’s painful exit. Let him stand in the hall and spout his ignorant and idle threats; what could that annoying idiot do? The asshole – with a capital ASS.  

Now, he was able to fully concentrate on discovering just why he was putting off having sex with the woman who had been the object of his desire and fantasies for some time. Once his well over six foot frame was comfortable upon his bed, the young Daiyoukai ran through another list of possible reasons for his abstinence; he considered each one at length as the day slowly drug by; the sky outside of his window dimming with every passing second. He didn’t care; he had nothing else to do that day anyway. Father was away for business and Yasha…who the fuck cared? Kagome had school activities that took her out of town and she would not return until the next day so…

Kagome; oh, Kagome. Her name was like a song to his downtrodden heart. How he longed to prove his affection for her; he would give anything to hear her scream his name at the height of passion. He yearned to feel that tight lithe body of hers quivering in the aftermath, having been damn near fucked into oblivion by him, Sesshoumaru; the only male who could ever show her the true meaning of the word ecstasy. Yeah, right; as it stood, she would be better off with one of the muscle head jocks on the football or soccer team. He was going to lose her, he could feel it. The girl was ready; she was like a sweet, sun ripened peach hanging from the branch of life, waiting to be plucked and savored. He could smell it every time he was near her and his mouth watered every damned time.

If he did not get his fucking act together, she would seek out someone else to usher her into the realm of womanhood and he would become nothing more than a joke to her; an amusing anecdote to be told at parties and social gatherings to keep the mood lively and jovial. Word would spread about how he had been incapable of tending her needs and he would instantly be cast back into the same damned chasm of humiliation and degradation he had crawled his way out of. Damn it! For the love of all things holy, what was wrong with him? He had the sexiest, most alluring; most ‘make a male drop to his knees and beg’ female any guy could hope for. Her hair was of the deepest, darkest ebony; her hypnotizing sapphire eyes made his heart threaten to quit beating; her plump ripe lips made him ache with want…

Skin so soft it should be declared finer than silk; her breasts, oh gods, her breasts were simply perfect in ever way; those legs of hers went on for days and days; he just wanted to rub his face against them over and over again. That ass rivaled any he had ever seen…anywhere, and even though he had neither seen it nor touched it, her nether region gave off the most delectable and intoxicating of scents he had encountered to date. There was no doubt about how tight she would be should he ever have the honor of sheathing himself within her depth...fuck it would be like heaven to him. No longer would he have to resort to masturbation; he could sate his urges in the manner intended, and she would love it as much as he would. He had the girth, he had the length; of this he was certain. What he was lacking was the experience, but considering she had never had relations of the sexual nature before – it was possible that his lack of knowledge would not pose a problem.

The only real issue he could foresee would have to be whether or not he would fit into her tiny little snatch or not. Maybe that was it? Maybe he feared he would somehow harm the petite vixen with his extraordinary size? Perhaps he feared that she would find it unpleasant and break things off with him? If this was indeed the case, there was nothing he could really do about it; he could not help the massive size of his phallus. What; was he supposed to somehow find a dick shrinking potion or have penis reduction surgery? Did they even have that? It was a possibility; they could reduce oversized breasts on female so…No. That was stupid. There was no way in hell he would ever allow a surgeon anywhere near his pecker unless it was to save it.

Perfect. Now he had a hard on. Apparently his body had responded to his little run down about Kagome’s finer than fine attributes and now he had a problem. This would distract him from his mission, finding out his reasons for refraining from having sex with his female; it wasn’t going to subside on its own, something he knew well. God! He did not feel like another ‘lab test’ right now; he wanted to isolate the problem and set to fixing it post haste. Son-of-a-bitch!

 Okay, so it did feel nice; that he could not deny. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was her hand pumping his cock with fervor. How fortunate he was that in the few times the girl had been in his room, she did not snoop through his things; he would have been mortified for her to discover his rather large supply of Astroglide that he kept in his night stand. Once the liquid heated a bit, it did kind of feel like oral secretions…and so birthed the vision of Kagome devouring his member like a starving bitch. Her deceptively innocent, azure eyes gazing up at him from her kneeled position on the floor while his strong, elegant fingers gripping her obsidian locks tight to prevent her from pulling away. Oh yes, this was nice. His previously unoccupied hand cupped his own balls, massaging them and squeezing them roughly, tugging a bit to heighten the mild pain he liked so much. Damn; oh damn…

Fuck! What the hell was she doing here? She was supposed to be in…where the fuck was she supposed to be again? Kyoto? Uh…Hokkaido? How did she get back so fast, and why had she not called him to let him know she was even coming? Sudden shame washed over him at being caught jacking off on his bed, only to be joined by mortification over whether or not she heard him whining in pleasure as well? Most Likely. How does one recover from something like this? Was it even possible? She wasn’t saying anything either, standing there with her eyes locked with his. What could she say; ‘well, I see you’re busy beating your meat so I’ll just come back later’? Not bloody well likely. There was no way for him to gather his senses and find some dignity; that was impossible, what with his throbbing cock gripped tightly in one hand and his balls in his other. Wait…did – did she just moan? He was unsure if he had heard her correctly but, it did sound like she did. Why was she pulling a chair up beside his bed like that?

Amazed, that’s what the young demon was; he was simply amazed that she actually removed her panties and skirt before sitting in that chair and cocking her left leg up on the edge of the bed to give him a very generous view of her delicious heat. Oh to be that one lone finger stroking those enticing puffy nether lips of hers Suddenly, it was hard to decide just what to watch, her hand at her crotch or her hand massaging her own breast, nimble fingers pinching that small rose tip he would die to have caught between his teeth. That alone warranted another stroke…or five. Was this really happening? Were they really there in his room masturbating while the other watched and participated simultaneously? It had to be real; he could smell that scent so clearly; it hung so thick and heavy in the air that he could almost taste it. Yes, she should add another finger, no – two fingers; his cock was definitely larger that a mere two of her dainty, petite digits. More stroking, that’s what he needed.

The sheer wanton lust in her eyes as she gazed into his set his blood on fire; this was so much more than they had ever done before. Hell, he hadn’t even touched her gorgeous little pussy through her pants yet and here it was, open and on display for his viewing pleasure. Did she like what she saw as much as he did? From the way she was staring at it, it was possible she liked it a lot. So…she liked it when he squeezed the tip, did she? He did too. She should really show that other breast some attention too; wouldn’t want it to get jealous or feel neglected or anything. Good girl.

Fuck; his groin was on fire. It would not be long and he would achieve orgasm. Father always told him that a real male never came before his female; he said it was shameful and would dishonor him if it happened. She needed to hurry…oh god, please let her hurry. His body was spasming and twitching already…One deep rumbling growl from his throat and the girl exploded; her cries of release ringing out in the rapidly dimming room. Kami she was simply breathtaking with her face all flushed and sweaty, her bottom lip brutally caught between her teeth as it was. The smell of her arousal was definitely never, ever going to come out of that chair; he did not mind it though. In fact, maybe he would make a pillow from the upholstery and sleep on it from here on out. The demon felt no shame for what he had done; he was proud of his glistening and spasming body, his hand and abdomen, as well as a bit of his chest, coated in his own fluids.

When did she relocate to the edge of the bed? Oh well, it didn’t really matter, nothing did right about now. He felt her lift his hand that was not coated so thickly with lubricant and place his fingers in his semen, smearing it around some and wondered what the miko was up to now. The very second she inserted those two fingers into his mouth, a symphony sounded loud and proud; her flavor was indescribable in words as it flooded his discerning palate. He had to suckle those digits, doing so very slowly in order to make the flavor last, for he had been dying for a taste of her for so long that he would simply miss it when it was gone. Surprisingly, Kagome did the same with his sperm coated fingers and was at that moment savoring the flavor that was him, Sesshoumaru, as well. She seemed to enjoy it, if his keen demon eyes were not deceiving him; for the sake of his ego and his Inu male pride, no – his eyes were indeed correct.

It wasn’t so bad now, him being caught giving himself a hand job; it seemed to kind of work out actually, considering the show he had treated to. Never in a million years would he have dreamed something like this up; his imagination, while as healthy and vivid as the next guys’ was nowhere near this talented. Who would have thought that the tiny, sweet, demure little miko was a secret freak? Not him, that was for sure. Oh the possibilities were absolutely endless it would seem; his hentai mind conjured up images that would make a porn star blush. Okay, maybe not a porn star, but still, they were extremely explicit. Now all he had to do was get over his hesitation about pounding into that luscious snatch of hers and all would be right in his world once more. Maybe. He hoped it would anyway.

Snuzzling seemed to be his forte according to her; which prompted him to ask her exactly what snuzzling was, having never heard it before. Kagome had a thing about making up her own words to suit her purpose every now and then; which seemed to be the case this time. According to the miko, snuzzling was a combination of nuzzling and snuggling…hmm, okay – he could handle that. He could handle just about anything if it got him this close to her naked person. She told him that the meet had been cancelled due to some kind disturbance between two of the competing teams, but she did not go into detail and he did not bother to ask. The demon couldn’t care less just what happened so long as his female was not affected by it, and from all appearances, she wasn’t so…it was all good.

Unfortunately, his post orgasm induced serenity came to an abrupt end when he realized that Kagome was most likely to notice his partially missing pubic hair, if she hadn’t already that was; his panic completely obliterating his internal celebration for having moved their relationship forward. Nice. How was he to go about concealing his embarrassing condition without drawing attention to it? She was right there beside him, damn near naked and her body draped over his like a Kagome security blanket. Oh his mind had never worked so hard before in his life; his search for some way to retain his dignity seemed endless. God! This was so not what he needed right now. He would seem like a complete loser in her eyes if she found out, for if she asked, he would be bound by honor to tell her exactly how it happened and why, for he did not lie. No, please no. Um…okay, maybe he could distract her with something? Oh, to have something sparkling and shiny right about now…Kagome was a female and females were often distracted with bright shiny things…Damn it! Okay, he had to think; if he could not come up with something this more than encouraging moment would be shot to holy hell. She would undoubtedly find the whole thing fucking hilarious, Inuyasha and his cronies did; he could not withstand the degradation of having her laugh at him. Not her.

As if a gift from the Kami himself, Kagome announced that she needed to use the bathroom and extricated herself from his person. He had never moved so fast before in his life as he did the second she closed that bathroom door. In no time he had cleansed his nether region with the handy dandy wipes he kept in his trusty nightstand and donned a pair of sleeping shorts, wanting her to have as much of a view of his magnificent body as possible. A wife beater later and she emerged from the bathroom, asking if he had a pair of sleep pants she could borrow. Like he would tell her no; what did she think he was, stupid? As soon as she was changed, wearing one of his tank shirts along with his sleep pants, they both returned to his bed. Yes, he was sticky down there still, but he was planning to shower later anyway and did not want to miss out on his opportunity to hold this female as she napped. The shower was not going anywhere, but Kagome might, and so he was not going to stray one inch from that bed while she was there.

Holding her close and stroking her hair was one of the most relaxing things he had ever experienced; her soft rhythmic breathing hypnotized him while her aura gently enveloped his body and caressed his soul. Damn how he needed this female; he was certain he would never be able to survive without her should she ever leave his side. His entire being would shrivel up and die a pathetic and lonely death if that were to happen; something he vowed never would. He would see to it she remained with him no matter what he had to do to keep her. She was his, period.

Whatever his fucking problem was, he would just have to overcome it; he would not allow anything to come between him and his miko. It had to have something to do with his past, of that he was close to certain; never had anyone been so very wiling to give him a chance, so open in their affection for him; he dared to think that maybe that was it, he did not want to get hurt? That notion was pushed from his mind quickly; he was just being stupid; she would never ever hurt him, not Kagome. Oh for the love of god, was he just an idiot or a complete moron? It was sex; nothing to be afraid of, people did it all the time. In bathrooms, in cars, all over the fucking place; his father had told many a tale about how he and his bitches had indulged their carnal lust in places and positions that would have many a being passing out in a dead assed faint and yet he could not bring himself to…

God she looked so damned cute, lying there with her tiny body damn near wrapped around his like that. Her wild black as night hair splayed out, he cherry red lips softly pressed together begging for his kiss. Kami! He was going to kill that fucker if he did not go the hell away! Yasha could piss off a saint. Why the hell was he bothering them; was he so ignorant that he thought risking his health was better than having to access a brain cell and think of something to occupy his time? What did he say? Oh god no; he did not just say that Kagome’s mother was there looking for her, did he? That woman hated him…with a passion. Why that was, he didn’t know, but she had told him in no uncertain terms that if he laid even a finger on her daughter she would castrate him and feed his severed member to the family cat. Just how long had they been laying there anyway? Nine o’clock; it was nine o-fucking-clock, seriously? Oh Kami...

Wait a minute, Kagome was a grown female; she was nineteen years old for crying out loud, a woman. What the hell was her mother interfering in her relationships for, and why had Kagome not told her mother exactly how she felt about him, Sesshoumaru, in the first place? This was not good, not at all. Was his little miko, the love of his life, not as serious about him as he was about her? Was she embarrassed about the fact she was involved with a demon? Or was it just him she was embarrassed about being involved with?

He asked her that very question too, as he watched her frantically gather her things, still wearing his clothes. The way she hesitated as she bent to pick up her skirt told him things, awful things; things that made his insides twist into knots. She was embarrassed about being with him, her eyes said it all. Oh how his heart hurt then. He closed his eyes to try to ward off the hurt and the pain, but it did not work; he was far too gone in his fit of despair. The female he wanted, needed more than he needed air to breathe, was embarrassed to be his because he was not human. At that very moment, the Daiyoukai considered walking out into traffic, throwing himself off a cliff, or some other quick way to end his torment once and for all. No, he couldn’t do that, he would most likely only suffer severe and crippling injuries that would leave him an invalid and requiring constant nursing for the rest of his life. That would not do; he hated being touched, well except by the female who was ripping his heart out. In any case, he would be unable to tolerate his existence if that were to happen to him.

Her touch damn near burned when she sat beside him once more, telling him she was not embarrassed about being involved with him, her mother did not want her to wind up hurt. Kagome said that Ms. Higurashi saw how some demons treated their females and did not want that to happen to her; she said that the woman would not listen to her on the matter either. Her voice shook and there were tears in her eyes as she told him her mother would never accept their relationship and would do anything she had to in order to prevent them from being together. That was not any better, not in his eyes it wasn’t. Females often listened to their mothers on such matters; they were attached to those beings that gave them life and would eventually wind up adhering to said being’s wishes in the end. It would seem he was still destined to be without his little miko named Kagome, no matter what he did to change it.   

Watching her go was one of the most painful things he had ever experienced in his young life, the closing of the door sent excruciating pain running through his entire person, shattering his very soul into a quadrillion shard that he would never be able to piece back together even if he tried, which he wouldn’t. He did not want to.  

 Long after she left, the demon considered his options, so much as they were. As he saw it he could lay down, roll over and accept this current snag in his quest to end his embarrassing stint as a virgin male, forever losing the only female to ever get a rise out of him, literally; or he could begin another and seek the acceptance and favor of the human woman who was responsible for giving him said female in the first place. If he could somehow win Kagome’s mother over, which he was kind of certain he could do, then he could have his miko and his virginity would become a distant memory, as would Kagome’s. There was no way in hell he would allow any other male to take her virtue; it had his name engraved all over it…in great-big, bold, capital letters. It was his; he had claimed it, unofficially of course, but still.

That being decided, his mind began to search for ways to win over her mother so that the woman would not interfere; it was not as easy as it sounded though. Her mother could be a real ball buster from what he had been told. Even Yasha was afraid of that woman. Wait a minute…Yasha; he could be of great assistance in this newest snag in the epic drama that was his love life. Okay, so it was actually the love life he was trying so desperately to have, but it still counted as a love life…right?  Of course to bring Yasha into it would mean he would actually have to be around him… to associate with him if you will. There would be talking involved too. Oh. Yay.

Could he handle something like that? Would he honestly be able to tolerate the massive amount of stupidity and imbecilic behavior? Most importantly; was it contagious? Was he seriously willing to risk Yasha’s limited intellect rubbing off on him and corrupting his, Sesshoumaru’s, keen and superior intelligence? One glance at the pair of panties lying on the bed beside him, coupled with a rather perverted sniff of said item as he held it to his nose, and it was decided. He would willingly surrender every ounce of intelligence he possessed for the owner of that delectable scent. Did that make him a degenerate? Probably, but then, who the hell cared. He had decided; he was definitely going to do what he had to do just to tap that ass and make her squeal for him.

Great, he had waited far too long to take that shower and now his sleep shorts were now stuck to his crotch.

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