Hey there, I’m Posey, a 21-year-old blonde with a bit of a mischievous streak. I’ve always been close to my dad’s best friend, let’s call him John. We’ve known each other for years, and he’s always been like an uncle to me. But lately, I’ve noticed that he gets a little distracted whenever I’m around, especially when I wear a belly shirt.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, I’m young and I like to dress in a way that makes me feel confident. But after a while, I started to suspect that there might be something more to his distracted behavior. So, I decided to confront him about it one day.
I cornered John in the kitchen and asked him straight out if there was something about my belly that was distracting him. At first, he seemed a little caught off guard, but then he opened up to me about his fetish. It turns out that John has alvinolagnia, or belly fetishism.
I have to admit, I was a little surprised at first. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was actually kind of hot. I mean, here was this guy who had known me since I was a kid, and he was attracted to me in a way that was totally unexpected.
Of course, I couldn’t help but tease him a little. I started wearing belly shirts more often, just to see how he would react. And every time he got distracted, I would give him a little wink or a playful smile. I knew it was driving him crazy, but I couldn’t help myself.
Finally, one day, we were alone in the house, and I could see that John was really struggling to keep his cool. He was shifting nervously, and his eyes kept drifting down to my belly. I could tell that he was trying to resist the urge to give in to his fetish.
But I didn’t want him to resist. I wanted to give him what he wanted, even if it was just for a moment. So, I walked over to him and put my hand on his chest.
“It’s okay, John,” I whispered. “You can give in to it. I won’t tell anyone.”
His eyes widened in surprise, but then he nodded. And before I knew it, he was on his knees in front of me, his eyes glued to my belly.
“Please, Posey,” he begged. “Can I…can I jerk off and cum on your stomach?”
I hesitated for a moment, but then I nodded. I wanted to give him this release, even if it was just this once.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He started stroking himself, his eyes never leaving my belly. And before long, I could see the tension building in his body.
“Oh, Posey,” he moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”
And with that, he let go, his cum spilling out onto my stomach. I watched as he caught his breath, his eyes still fixed on my belly.
It was a strange moment, to be sure. But I didn’t regret it. I had given John a release that he had been craving for a long time. And in doing so, I had formed a bond with him that was even stronger than before.
Of course, I didn’t tell anyone about what had happened. It was our little secret, something that only the two of us knew about. And even though it was a little taboo, I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of myself for being so bold.
From that day on, John and I were even closer than before. We would still hang out, still laugh and talk like we always had. But every now and then, I would wear a belly shirt, just to see the look in his eyes. And every now and then, I would let him give in to his fetish, just to see the relief and gratitude on his face.
It was our little game, our little secret. And even though it might have been a little weird to some people, I knew that it was something special. Something that only the two of us shared. And in the end, that was all that mattered.
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