He lay on the bed with no clothes on during a warm summer rain outside his open window. As he lay there, his eyes began to grow heavy as he thought about his depression and loneliness. It had been three weeks since the woman he fell in love with departed for her parent's house on the other side of the state and was not expected back for another three weeks. He hated summer and summer vacations. As he started thinking about her, his eyes grew heavier until darkness enveloped his sight.
He felt a soft hand on his knee later in the night. The hand was different than his true love he thought, but his eyes would not open. He tried to reach up to feel why, but his hands wouldn't move either. To whomever he was being touched by, he was their prisoner. He tensed a bit as the hand on his knee gradually moved down towards his foot. A soft finger seemed to graze his in step as he laughed a little. It was not common knowledge that he was very ticklish. The finger began to trail up his inside leg, up his calf to the knee again before it began to trail up his inside thigh.
As it edged closer to his cock, he felt himself tense a bit before he felt lips close on his lips to relax him. The kiss tasted of strawberry lip gloss. The kiss had the tranquilizing effect as his cock remained erect while the rest of his body was relaxed. The soft finger began to massage the underside of his stiffened member down towards his sack that started filling with seed. It wound its way to underneath as one side of his sack began to be cradled by fingers. A soft hum could be heard as the other side was weighed, almost like comparison.