Liam stretched out on the wooden lounger in his backyard, the afternoon sun warming his skin like a lover's caress as he peeled away his shorts and shirt, letting the fabric slide to the grass below. His athletic frame glistened under the golden light, muscles taut from university workouts, and he reached for the bottle of sun oil, squeezing a generous amount into his palms. The slick liquid warmed between his fingers before he rubbed it over his chest and abs, the scent of coconut mingling with the earthy aroma of cut grass, then lower, coating his thighs and the soft length of his cock until it gleamed. Settling onto his stomach, he adjusted his position, the slats pressing cool against his oiled skin, and closed his eyes, the rhythmic buzz of insects and distant birds lulling him into a doze.

In his dream, a soft hand traced down his spine, igniting sparks that pooled hot in his groin, and suddenly a warm mouth enveloped him, tongue swirling with eager hunger around his thickening cock. Liam moaned in the haze of sleep, hips twitching as the phantom sensation built, her breasts pressing against his legs while fingers teased his balls, the wet heat drawing him deeper until pleasure crested like a wave. His erection surged fully hard in the dream, pulsing with need, the imaginary thrusts making him grind against the lounger in reality.

He jolted awake with a sharp gasp, the sun now lower in the sky casting long shadows across the yard, only to feel a sudden, throbbing pain. His cock, rigid and aching from the vivid dream, had slipped between two slats of the lounger and now strained painfully, trapped and swollen against the wood, the sensitive head caught while the shaft throbbed with unfulfilled arousal. Panic flickered as he shifted, the movement sending a jolt of discomfort through his body, his oiled skin sticking slightly to the surface as he tried to ease free without success.

His attempts to pull free only intensified the ache, the wooden slats gripping his swollen shaft like an unyielding vise, the sensitive underside rubbing raw against the edge with each futile twist. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cooling breeze, mixing with the sun oil that made his skin slick and hypersensitive, his balls drawn tight beneath the trapped erection as frustration warred with lingering arousal from the dream. A soft gasp from the fence line startled him, and he craned his neck to see Mia, his 18yo neighbor peering over, her long blonde hair catching the light, her wide blue eyes fixed on his predicament with a mix of shock and innocent concern.

"Oh my god, Liam—are you okay?" she called, her voice sweet and trembling as she hurried through the gate, her sundress fluttering against her fair skin. She knelt beside the lounger, close enough that he caught the faint scent of her vanilla lotion, her innocent face flushing pink as she assessed the way his thick cock was wedged between the slats, the head flushed dark and pulsing visibly with each heartbeat. Her small hands hovered, empathetic yet hesitant, before she gently touched his lower back, fingers tracing the oil-slick curve of his ass in an attempt to help shift him. The contact sent a fresh surge of heat through him, his trapped length twitching involuntarily against the wood, precum beading at the tip as embarrassment burned hot in his chest.

"I... I can't pull it out," he admitted, voice hoarse, the vulnerability stirring something unexpected in her gaze—hesitation flickering behind her empathy. "Can you help me get free" he croaked. Mia bit her lip, her breath quickening as she leaned closer, one hand sliding tentatively under the lounger to explore how he was stuck, testing the angle with gentle pressure while her other palm pressed against his hip. Her hand brushed his giant cockhead which was on the wrong side of the slats. The intimate touch ignited a spark between them, her virgin body responding with a subtle warmth between her thighs, nipples tightening against the thin fabric of her dress as she worked to free him, their shared proximity turning the awkward moment into something charged and electric, her soft murmurs of encouragement blending with his ragged breaths.

Mia shifted her position with growing determination, sliding underneath the lounger to gain better leverage, her sundress hiking up exposing her slim brown legs and panties as she lay on her back against the cool grass. His cock was only inches from her face as her small hands reached up, fingers glistening as she applied the sun oil directly to his trapped shaft, stroking slowly along the rigid length to slicken it further. Her plan was to try and use the oil to help slide his cock through the slats. However, the exquisite sliding touch inflamed the cock even more, the head was now huge and swollen and flushed a deep red, pulsing hot against her palm as she gently pushed and twisted, trying to ease it back through the slats while precum oozed freely from the slit, dripping onto her fingers in thick, clear strands. Mia's arrival and touch had meant his cock was even more wedged.

Mia felt a tingle in her groin. She has never seen a cock up close and certainly not one as big and as beautiful as this one. Her pussy lips became slick with her juices as she continued unsuccessfully with her task, her palm engulfing his cockhead as she tried to squeeze it between the wooden slats. Liam's breathing grew ragged above her, his hips twitching with each careful manipulation, the intimate friction sending sparks through his body despite the lingering pain.

The pressure built too quickly for him to hold back, and with a choked groan he came, his cock jerking hard as ropes of cum erupted across her face, splattering her fair skin and the neckline of her dress in hot, messy pulses that coated her hands as she instinctively gripped him. Mia squealed in surprise, never having seen anything like it, the unexpected warmth and volume making her eyes widen as it painted her pretty face. She licked the salty cum from her lips, a new taste sensation for her. Embarrassment flooded Liam's face, his cheeks burning as he muttered apologies, but the release softened his erection enough for her to be able to guide it free from the slats. He stood shakily, looking down at her cum-covered form sprawled beneath him, her flushed cheeks and glistening breasts stirring desire in him him and the beginning of hardness in his cock.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled, voice thick with shame and renewed arousal. He tried to cover his growing erection with his shirt. Mia sat up on her knees, flustered, her body trembling with desire as she confessed she'd never touched a cock before. "Please don't cover it up, I'd better check if it has any injuries, or you might have a splinter". At his hesitant nod she reached out again and pulled at his shirt, his cock springing up to attention. Her fingers examined his cock carefully, her face and lips just inches from the tip. Her fingers wrapped around the thickening shaft with curious reverence, tracing the veins and sensitive head while her other hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing her soaked pussy through the damp fabric before pushing inside to finger herself. She rubbed her other hand under his glans, the head of his cock huge and glistening. "It looks like it has recovered, but we better check it still works". She pumped the shaft back and forth in an insistent motion until she heard his breathing shallow. As her own pleasure mounted, building toward a climax with soft gasps and rocking hips, she pressed his cock between her soft tits, squeezing them around the length and stroking him there with slow, deliberate glides that let the slick cum and oil ease every inch of his shaft as it vanished and re-emerged between her flushed breasts, the head popping out between them like a crazy whack-a-mole. She rocked her upper body in rhythm, pressing the warm mounds tighter to create a silky, enveloping tunnel that hugged his girth from base to tip, her nipples grazing against his balls and thighs with each upward stroke while her fingers worked deeper inside her own dripping heat. The sensation built steadily, her soft flesh yielding and rebounding around his pulsing cock, precum mixing with the mess already coating her skin to make the friction wet and obscene, until they both peaked, his second release flooding her neck and face with even more cum while her fingers curled deep inside her clenching walls. Her orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced. She shrieked as her body went rigid. She squirted cum all over the ground, her hand and dress, saturating everything. She now had a new hobby she liked.

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