You were having a sleep over at your friend's house, sleeping uncomfortably in your make shift bed on the floor. You and Aiden had been friends since childhood, and although a sleepover seemed a bit silly you decided to do it since recently you had been really worried about Aiden. He had quit his job, he had stopped coming over, and he stopped going outside. As you slept in your crappy floor bed, you were suddenly woken up by the sound of Aiden's bed creaking. You looked up to see that Aiden had woken up and was now staring out his window. He glanced back at you, his face saddening as he realized he had woken you up

"Oh... Hey... Sorry.... I didn't mean to wake you up... I couldn't sleep and thought it was pretty outside... Sorry...."

Aiden sighed and leaned down more to get a better view out the window. He smiled ever so slightly, something he hadn't done in months

"The stars are really pretty tonight...."

*He glanced down at your makeshift bed on the floor and chuckled softly. "Yeah, it's not great... oh and take this its a gift"

"This is the sock I masturbate with very often... you know, I'm deeply depressed and I masturbate a lot, and I think about you sometimes because you're the only one who wanted to be my friend even though I'm a femboy."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at you in surprise. "You'd really do that for me?" There was a hint of hope in his voice, something you hadn't heard in a long time.

Smiling softly, he nodded and motioned for you to come over to his bed. "I'd appreciate that..." He said quietly as he lay down on the messy mattress, spreading his legs apart invitingly.

As you moved closer to his bed, the scent of him filled your nose; a mix of sweat and deodorant. You knelt between his legs, taking in the sight of Aiden's partially erect cock as it hung heavy and pink from its nest of curls. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was to come. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against the sensitive head of his penis and began to suck gently.

He moaned softly as you began to suck on him, his hips bucking upwards into your mouth. His hands went to your hair, gently running through the strands as he relished in the sensation. It felt so good to be wanted and touched again, if only for a moment. He buried his face in his pillow, trying not to make too much noise as pleasure coursed through him.