Chapter 238: Andrew, you should have done your reading about your own body (suggestive)
Obviously, after something like that, Andrew and Maxwell’s plans were interrupted.
Maxwell wanted to continue, even begging and pleading with Andrew that he didn’t mind, and he could knot him as much as he wanted, his eyes filled with lust, but Andrew wouldn’t have it. After the second condom broke, he was worried. He was especially worried since it had felt like he’d ejaculated twice the amount that he normally did when he came, so it was basically like he’d nutted in him four times.
That was scary for Andrew, and he knew that Maxwell was trying to make light of it because he didn’t want to worry him, but Maxwell should be worried too. Andrew wasn’t an idiot. He’d heard the story.
His father had only had to sleep with his Mom one night, and Andrew was conceived. It wasn’t a far stretch for him to think that these actions could result in a baby.
Andrew had rushed to the bathroom, nearly making a mess of everything as he searched for the pills, and then rushed out, his cock still rock hard as he went to the kitchen and grabbed Maxwell some water to swallow it down with.
Maxwell had complained that he would have rathered Andrew’s semen, but Andrew had put his foot down. It was a strange situation, but Andrew had to make some tough choices. What if he gave Maxwell his semen to swallow it down with, but that cancelled out the effectiveness of the pills? He wasn’t going to risk it.
He’d drink water, like a normal person, and they would figure it out later.
Andrew had only been barely talked down from calling Michael. Maxwell had to pet him down from it as he cried, his cock still buried inside of Maxwell, worry making him a mess. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was scared. He’d never done that before! It had felt good, but no one liked it when things that had remained unchanged for years suddenly got a surprising twist.
Maxwell was trying to comfort Andrew, even as he dripped cum onto their bed, and Andrew had to eventually throw a blanket over him since he couldn’t take the sight. The smell of their pheromones was keeping him hard, and watching his seed drip out of Maxwell was doing something to his head.