:: Just give him a handjob. <><>Remembering the unpleasantness of being forced to suck Mr. Wegman's dick, you shudder at the memory. "Do you mind if I just jerk you off?" [[you|You]] say. "At least tonight anyway." "Sure, Parker," [[Billy]] says. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do." Hoping to keep him a bit excited, you put your head into his lap so you can watch your hand move up and down on his penis. You notice how long your nails have gotten as well as how feminine your hand looks, stroking up and down on Billy's love muscle. You stare in fascination at the proud length of his cock from the mushroom head down the veiny shaft to his wrinkled scrotum. Billy groans above you as you slowly masturbate him. You take this as a cue to speed up a bit and stare at your soft delicate hand furiously pumping his shaft. In fact, it looks and smells so good that you rather regret not agreeing to go down on him. When his groans get louder and his cock starts spasmodically twitching in your hand, you realize he's going to come and quickly grab a tissue with your other hand to catch it with. You're a little late and his first spurt catches you by surprise, flying up into the air with startling power and some of it lands in your hair. "God," you think, "why do boys have to be so messy?" You only vaguely notice that you've momentarily forgotten you're a boy too. You manage to catch the rest in your tissue and then you return to your side of the car to clean up your hair. When you're done, you look over at Billy. He opens his eyes and grins at you. "Thanks, Parker," he says. "That was great." He pulls you over and gives you a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. "All right, let's get you back to the Anderson." The two of you drive back to the mansion. You kiss Billy good night and go up to your room. [[Go to sleep.]]