Scare

One of Nana's hands reached up and Eric held out his arm to support her. He didn't think that she would bring her free hand up to wrap around his manhood and squeeze. Eric groaned loudly.

“No,” she said. Her tone did not allow any argument. "I don't want to stop. I don't want to think. I want to stay here and pretend there's nothing waiting for us out there." Nana's words seemed to touch something deep inside him, something he couldn't touch on his own. Of course, there was also the touch of her palm against his manhood.

He hissed through clenched teeth. Her arms wrapped around him tightly; fingers not long enough to touch each other. She squeezed again. More pleasure. More pain.

"We can not. I'll hurt you," Eric said.

Nana's hand relaxed slightly, and the feeling of blood rushing to the boy's head was enough to make him want to rub her hand. He groaned as her fingertips slid over his hard flesh. “Well, you can see that, Eric. Are they all…like this? I mean…are all men this big?”