[Daytime. A quiet field. A light breeze. Two figures β a slender femboy in an old dress and his tall friend β stand among the grass.]
Lucian: (nervously looking around) βAre you sure no one will come by here? If someone sees usβ¦β
Erhard: (smiling, placing a hand on his shoulder) βNo one comes here at noon. Itβs just you and me, Lucian.β
Lucian: (whispers, holding his braid) βM-mβ¦ what if someone from the villageβ¦β
Erhard: (chuckling softly) βThen theyβll only envy me. Come closer.β
Lucian takes a step forward. Erhard pulls him closer, and Lucian feels the warmth of his body. The femboy blushes, glancing down.
Lucian: (whispers) βYouβreβ¦ so big againβ¦β
Erhard: (grins) βSee for yourself.β
Lucian kneels down in the tall grass. His dress falls open around his hips, exposing his skin. He hesitantly grabs Erhardβs thigh, his fingers trembling.
Lucian: (swallows) βO-okayβ¦β
He runs his hand along him, feeling the heat and weight. He squeezes gently, moving his hand slowly as he gets even harder.
Erhard: (exhales) βYesβ¦ just like that. Donβt stop.β
Lucian: (softly) βMmmβ¦ Aahhβ¦β
He leans forward and licks him slowly from base to tip. Then he wraps his lips around him, taking him in.
Erhard: (grunts) βMmhβ¦ godsβ¦β
Wet sounds fill the air: "Slrpβ¦ slrpβ¦ mmmβ¦" Lucian moves rhythmically, sometimes slow, sometimes faster. His braid swings with each motion, the dress slipping off his shoulders. Erhard holds his head gently, guiding him.
Erhard: (whispers tensely) βYouβre so goodβ¦ mmmβ¦ just a bit more.β
Lucian pulls back for a moment, wiping the corner of his mouth, then takes him even deeper until Erhardβs hips twitch with pleasure.
Erhard: (sharp inhale) βStop, or Iβllβ¦β
Lucian: (blushing) βBut I want toβ¦β
Erhard: (lifting his chin) βI want more. Stand up, turn around.β
Lucian: (flustered) βHere? In the field?β
Erhard: (firmly) βYes. No oneβs here.β
Lucian stands up, the dress softly brushing against his thighs. He turns around, heart pounding so loudly it feels audible. Erhard lifts the hem, revealing his bare backside.
Lucian: (whispers) βM-mβ¦ be gentleβ¦β
Erhard: (leans close) βI will. Relax.β
He slowly pushes inside, feeling Lucian tense up. The femboy lets out a soft moan: "Aahhβ¦ nghβ¦" His movements are slow at first, warm and steady. Erhard holds him by the waist, gradually quickening his pace. The sound of grass swishing mixes with their quiet moans.
Lucian: (whispering) βHeβsβ¦ so bigβ¦ mmmβ¦β
Erhard: (breathing heavily) βYou feel so goodβ¦ I canβt stop.β
The rhythm becomes faster, wet sounds mixing with the soft "plapβ¦ plapβ¦ plapβ¦" Lucian grips the grass in front of him, fingers digging in.
Lucian: (whimpers) βN-not so fastβ¦ m-mβ¦ aahhβ¦β
Erhard: (through gritted teeth) βJust a little moreβ¦β
Finally he pushes deep and stays there, letting out a low growl. Lucian feels warmth filling him from inside.
Lucian: (gasps) βYouβ¦ finished inside meβ¦?β
Erhard: (whispering in his ear) βAll yours.β
Erhard slowly pulls out, and Lucian feels the warmth begin to trickle down his legs. He kneels back down, trying to fix his dress, but knows he wonβt be able to hide the mess.
Lucian: (sighs) βItβs all going to drip out on the way back to the villageβ¦β
Erhard: (soft laugh) βThen walk with me. If anyone looks β let them know youβre mine.β
Lucian blushes but smiles, taking his hand. Together they walk back along the path, leaving the field behind.
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