Alien twink daydreams about his scorching finest good friend (Comic) Zeggy’s Side

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and Zeggy, the purple-skinned alien twink, was lounging on his bunk mattress. His roommate was out, leaving him alone along with his ideas and needs. Zeggy had all the time discovered his finest good friend, Kyro, extremely scorching. Kyro was tall, muscular, and had a swoon-worthy Southern accent that despatched shivers down Zeggy’s backbone. But Kyro was straight and Zeggy was afraid of ruining their friendship by admitting his emotions.

As Zeggy’s thoughts wandered, his hand moved right down to his-building bulge in his tight purple speedo. He imagined Kyro strolling in on him, catching Zeggy within the act. “What’re you doin’, sweetheart?” Kyro would ask in his deep Southern drawl, his blue eyes smoldering with lust.

“I-I was just thinking about you,” Zeggy would confess, his face flushing a deep purple. Kyro would flash a cocky grin and saunter over, stripping off his shirt to disclose his chiseled abs and broad chest. Zeggy would whimper needily, his speedo tenting obscenely.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, sugarcube,” Kyro would purr, operating a big hand up Zeggy’s slender leg. “I think it’s time we played out this fantasquidditch of yours.”

Zeggy moaned on the psychological picture, his tenting speedo making it clear how a lot he favored that concept. He slipped a hand into his shorts, fondling his hardening cock. Kyro would lean down and seize Zeggy’s lips in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing sensually.

Zeggy would wrap his legs round Kyro’s waist, grinding in opposition to his muscular thigh. Kyro would chuckle and tug Zeggy’s speedo down, revealing his throbbing erection. Kyro would wrap a big hand round Zeggy’s shaft, stroking him slowly. Zeggy would buck into Kyro’s contact, whimpering and mewling.

“Hmm, so this is what you think about when I’m not around?” Kyro would tease, giving Zeggy’s dick a squeeze. “Maybe I should give you something else to fantasize about.”

Zeggy would gasp as Kyro all of the sudden pushed two thick fingers into Zeggy’s tight gap, scissoring them to stretch him open. The burn was scrumptious and Zeggy would beg shamelessly for extra. Kyro would smirk and add a 3rd finger, pumping them slowly.

Zeggy, again in his bunk mattress, was stroking himself feverishly, his hips bucking as he pictured Kyro fingering him open. Kyro would press his fingers in deep, rubbing in opposition to Zeggy’s prostate. “You like that, baby? You like me touchin’ this tight lil hole?” Kyro would rasp.

Zeggy would scream out a sure, his cock pulsing in Kyro’s fist. Kyro would smirk and pull his fingers out, giving Zeggy’s needy gap a pointy smack. “Gotta get this lil’ pussy ready for my cock,” he would growl, positioning the pinnacle of his thick dick in opposition to Zeggy’s entrance.

“Please…please fuck me, Kyro!” Zeggy would beg, trying up at him with pleading eyes. Kyro would groan and thrust his hips ahead, spearing Zeggy on his huge cock. The ache and pleasure could be overwhelming and Zeggy would scream, his dick spurting clear fluid onto his abs.

Kyro would begin to transfer, pounding into Zeggy with deep, highly effective strokes. Each thrust rubbed in opposition to Zeggy’s prostate and Zeggy would sob in ecstasy, his cock slapping wetly in opposition to his abdomen with every thrust. Kyro would lean down and take Zeggy’s lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing his cries.

Zeggy was residing this fantasy, stroking himself quickly as he imagined Kyro fucking him mindless. Kyro would attain between their our bodies, fisting Zeggy’s dripping cock. “Cum for me, sugarcube,” Kyro would growl. “Cum on my cock like a good lil’ boy.”

Zeggy would scream Kyro’s title, his cock erupting throughout his torso, portray himself along with his personal launch. Kyro would groan and thrust deep, filling Zeggy’s gap along with his scorching seed. Zeggy would mewl, loving the texture of Kyro’s cum flooding him.

Back in actuality, Zeggy had painted himself along with his personal cum, panting closely as he got here down from his excessive. He gave a shaky chortle, figuring out that fantasy must be sufficient for now. But a small a part of him hoped, sometime, their fantasies might turn out to be actuality.