[Well John's not going to ask what that lump of flesh is since all he needs to know is that it seems to be the right button to press. He can just mash the hell out of the magic bean, rub over it with his thumb, find it too slippery, rub it side to side, try not to gouge anything under blunt fingernails.
The tent rustles as John's butt hits the flimsy wall, a reflex from Proko rubbing the front of his crotch. Not so much of an outright no as it is surprise and uncertainty and maybe John Jr. isn't ready to take part in this.
John breaks the kiss and pants deeply, chest rising and falling in quick, irregular breaths. There's something about the music, the drug, the touches that are keeping him subdued and going with the flow even if it feels like tumbling headfirst down a deep, dark rabbit hole and not knowing if he's going to crack his skull when he hits the bottom. But there's no doubt he's still a little bit scared.]
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The tent rustles as John's butt hits the flimsy wall, a reflex from Proko rubbing the front of his crotch. Not so much of an outright no as it is surprise and uncertainty and maybe John Jr. isn't ready to take part in this.
John breaks the kiss and pants deeply, chest rising and falling in quick, irregular breaths. There's something about the music, the drug, the touches that are keeping him subdued and going with the flow even if it feels like tumbling headfirst down a deep, dark rabbit hole and not knowing if he's going to crack his skull when he hits the bottom. But there's no doubt he's still a little bit scared.]