Since childhood i have been brought up to know which is good and which is bad. I have been taught on how to embrace the good and to shun from the bad.

Growing up in an orphanage, the sisters expected nothing but discipline from us. Every morning we would wake up with prayers and every night we would end our day with prayers.

A simple mistake like exchanging harsh words with someone else would lead to a severe punishment. Fighting one another was extremely unheard of. Every dispute was solved either by prayers or forceful shake of hands in the presence of an elder.

One of the worst sins taught at the orphanage was sex. As we grew up, the boys were separated from girls. We boys were taught about the benefits of abstaining till marriage. We were taught about how sex was special and only relevant between married couples.

That is why right now as i am lying in bed completely naked with you snoring very lowly next to me, i am really confused. I mean, i am supposed to feel guilty for all of this but all i feel is relaxed and calm as your naked body cuddles with mine.

Your face is hidden in my bare chest. Your hot breath tickles my nipple as you slowly and steadily breathe in your sleep. Your hair is in a mess and my hand are running through them softly and tenderly, pushing them away from your face.

Light fills the house from the window. It seems the thin window curtain is not enough to to block the sun rays penetrating in.

The cheerful voices of energetic children playing outside don't wake you up, neither does the loud roars of motorcycles as men leave for work. Either you are a deep sleeper or you were really tired. I had woken up one hour earlier but the warmth from our cuddle makes it hard for me to untangle myself from you.

I have to make breakfast for you, since you barely ate anything last night. With that thought, i slowly remove my hand that was playing with your hair as i try to untangle myself from you. A moan of complain escapes your mouth.

"Don't go." You whisper with your eyes still closed and your hands holding into me even tighter.

Your naked nipples brush my chest with each rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. Your bare thighs intertwine with mine as your fingers draw circles on my back.

With a mind of its own,  my penis slowly starts hardening. Soon it is poking your stomach making you gasp in reply.

"Oh no! You are not getting any right now young man. Not after how you manhandled my pussy last night." You say in a stern voice, looking at my hard penis under the sheets.

"But... For the two mind blowing orgasms i guess i could give you a treat." You chuckle, your fingers slowly gripping my now fully erect hard on.

"Lie down." You instruct, pushing my chest making my body fall back to the bed.

I am really curious about what you want to do to me. I watch your face as your blue eyes are fixed on my erection.

You run your tongue around your lips, wetting them just enough as your fingers carefully rub up and down my penis.

You bend down your head until your face is dangerously close to my erection. You inspect it for some seconds and then you look at me and wink, as if you about to do something unexpected.

I raise my eyebrows questioningly at you. It is really difficult for me to concentrate with your face so close to my member. How can i concentrate when i can even feel your breath tickling my penis?

Suddenly you move your head closer to it, your mouth opening through the movement. Like a kid ready to devour an ice cream, you expose your tongue and you take in the whole of the tip in your warm wet mouth, your tongue sucking it lovingly.

To say i am shocked is an understatement. I never expected that. My innocent mind just thought you were really curious about my penis. Looking at you right now, half of my erection in your warm mouth, i can only gasp in surprise.

"No no, i won't bite. Don't back away." You say, but your words are muffle because my penis is still in your mouth.

I stay still and let you do your thing. The vibrations of your voice on my erection feels better than i can imagine. Although i am terrified because i have never experienced this before, i am willing to experience it with you. Just you.

Your attention goes back to my penis. You slowly start to suck it up and down, making it sloppy with your saliva. Your hands are also not left behind, one of them massages my testicles carefully, while the other helps to pump my penis where your mouth cannot reach.

I truthfully never expected to feel this good. My penis in your mouth is the second best feeling, coming after the feeling of us having sex. The way your warm mouth wets my member as your tongues run around it expertly is just wow.

My eyes slowly shut, the feeling too intense to have them opened. My hands go to your head and i grab your hair as i guide you up and down my member. You don't seem to mind though, as you continue with even more vigour than before.

The sucking sounds increase as my moans also fill the room. I am entirely in my own world. The familiar pressure in my stomach engulfs me.

"Claire..." I try to warn you.

You hesitate a little when you hear your name but then go back to sucking, now even faster.

"Claire, don't..." I warn again, with more urgency in my voice.

You don't even hesitate this time round. You go on and on. Your lips and tongue working magic alongside your fingers. I try to hold on longer but i can't.

I groan as i release in your mouth. Rope after rope. You swallow eagerly until there is no more. You even go ahead and suck the tip a little bit more, making sure not even a bit remains.

I lay there panting, not able to process what has happened. Your mouth releases my now spent penis, letting it fall on my thighs. You lick your lips and smile at me innocently.

"That was one hell of a breakfast." You say and wink at me.

I blink with disbelief. Breakfast? Are sperms nowadays some type of a dish?

I get out of bed, put on some clean boxers and pants plus a simple t shirt. Thank God today is a weekend. If it were a weekday i would definitely have not gone school. With my unsteady mind i don't think i can be in a position to stand in front of pupils, let alone teach.

"I will be back in a minute." I tell you quickly as i get out of the house and head to the shop for breakfast.

The shopkeeper looks at me weirdly as i give my order. It is when i realise it is way past midday. I can't believe we have spent all that time in the house!

I head back with my bread and milk to the house to find you spreading the beddings with just your panties. Sorry, your g string. I swear if i don't get a heart attack from you giving me intense orgasms then i will get one by seeing you parade in the house nude.

I set my kitchen area ready for preparing breakfast. With you cleaning the bed area and me in the kitchen side, the house now looks uncomfortably smaller but you don't complain.

"What are you preparing?" You ask.

"Tea." I answer simply.

"I know you its tea, but what are we having it with?" You ask again.

"I brought bread." I answer.

You giggle softly at my answer. "You are too simple for your own good." You comment.

"Thanks." I answer.

"That is not a complement. Now move from there, i will teach you how to make a simple but delicious breakfast." You say coming towards the kitchen area.

I silently thank God that you have on one of my t shirts. It barely covers your big buttocks though and my eyes stare greedily and shamelessly as you move around.

"Seriously? You are looking at me like you want to feast on me and it was just some minutes ago that i swallowed your load!" You eye me with a mocking glare.

I blush slightly at your words. Your mouth surely has no filter. I can't imagine how uncomfortable i will be if i try to say half the words that you do.

I am now sitting on the sofa,watching you as you work in the kitchen. You look really comfortable as you play around with the kitchen tools.

Truthfully, i never pictured you as the cooking type. With your perfectly manicured fingers and your unblemished skin, i figured you are the take out kind of girl.

"There." You say as you serve whatever you have prepared on the table.

The mouth watering aroma alone has my appetite elated to another level. I am sure even the neighbours are confused by this sweet smell coming from my house.

"What are you waiting for? Dig in." You say.

I hesitate a little. It has been a habit for me since childhood to pray before partaking any meal. Perks of growing up in an orphanage. I hesitate because i don't know your religious views and if you might be offended.

"Um... I think we should pray first." I say carefully while looking at you.

Surprisingly, you smile and close your eyes, waiting for me to lead in prayers. So i pray.

The moment your piece of work touch my lips, i moan in appreciation. The food tastes even better than it smells. I quickly swallow as i go for another piece.

"Is it that good?" You ask, laughing.

"It is the best meal that i have ever had." I answer truthfully as i  quickly swallow the second piece.

"Now i know you are kidding me. It is just a simple omelette. I am sure your mother cooked you this every morning, or something even better." You laugh, brushing off my complement.

My hands freeze near the plate as i am about to take my third piece. The mention of mothers cooking for their children a delicious dish like this every morning hits me hard in the chest.

I can't help but sometimes wonder how life would be if i was brought up in a normal family and not an orphanage. Being cooked for, being dropped to school and back, being bought for birthday presents.

But some i also see myself lucky. There were other kids my age that were not lucky enough to get shelter. They slept on benches in the streets and scavenge food from dustbins.

"I... I don't have parents." I answer after a long silence.

I wait for a reaction from you. You look at me and smile, your million dollar smile and then say,

"No worries then, i will cook this for you every morning and many more. Just don't blame me when you start getting fat." You grin.

I can't help but smile at that. You really know how to make someone feel better.

I greedily continue to eat the omelette and downing it with my tea. It is not until the food is half way that i realise i am the only one eating. I curse myself internally as i stop eating for a moment.

"Aren't you eating?" I ask you.

"I want you to feed me." You answer innocently like a three year old kid.

"Well... You never asked." I say, sighing softly.

"Can you feed me please?" You ask, your eyes shining with mischief.

I take a little bit of the omelette in my fingers and direct it to your slightly opened mouth. You slide out your tongue and i place the omelette on it and you slide it back in, not before licking and wetting my fingers.

Strangely enough, this feels like fun. So we go on. I feed you, you lick my fingers in return and the process continues.

"Aren't you going to feed me too?" I ask you too teasingly.

"What will i get in return?" You ask, cocking your head.

"Anything you want." My mouth answers quickly before i can stop it.

For a minute you hold your chin as if you are deep in thought. You grin a moment later as your blue eyes find mine.

"I will feed you if you promise to later suck my boobs until i cum."

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