Awkward Morning

As the night wore on, Ishan's slumber deepened, his body instinctively seeking comfort.

His new, voluptuous breasts still felt foreign, but his subconscious had already begun to adapt. In his sleep, he shifted and stirred, his lacy nightdress rustling softly.

Aryan, awake and aware, lay beside him, his gaze drifting to Ishan's tranquil form. The soft, golden light of the moon casts an ethereal glow on Ishan's face, accentuating the delicate features and full lips.

Aryan's eyes lingered on the gentle rise and fall of Ishan's chest, the cleavage visible through the lace.

His mind whispered a repetitive mantra: "He's a man...he's a man..." But his body seemed to disregard the reminder, his manhood stirring in response to Ishan's proximity.

Aryan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his eyes darting away, only to return to Ishan's peaceful face.

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Ishan stirred, his head instinctively seeking the warmth of Aryan's chest.

Aryan's face turned a deeper shade of crimson as he repeated, "Wake up, dude...wake up!" his voice laced with awkwardness.

Ishan slowly opened his eyes, disoriented, and Aryan quickly added, "You're...uh...sleeping on me."

As Ishan's eyes fluttered open, he was met with the unsettling sight of his own drool glistening on Aryan's hairy chest. The intimacy of the moment sent a jolt of surprise through him, and he recoiled, his movements abrupt.

The delicate strap of his nighty slipped off his shoulder, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of his breast.

Aryan's eyes, still heavy with sleep, widened in surprise, his gaze fixed on the jiggling nipple. His face flushed with embarrassment, and he hastily closed his eyes, as if to shield himself from the unexpected sight.

"Dude, how long have I been sleeping like that?" Ishan asked, his voice laced with mortification, as he hastily adjusted his nightdress to cover himself.

Aryan's response was barely above a whisper.

"I tried to wake you, but you weren't getting up. You were sleeping like a dead body"

He opened one eye, peeking at Ishan with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment. "Are you covered now?"

Ishan nodded, his face still warm with embarrassment. "Yes."

Aryan opened his eyes fully, taking in Ishan's disheveled appearance. His messy hair, slipped nightdress, and awkward expression made him look like a bride the morning after her first night. Aryan's heart began to beat faster, his manhood stirring to life, as he gazed at Ishan's vulnerable form.

The sudden movement of the bedclothes caught Ishan's attention, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Dude...what the fuck is that?" he shouted, his gaze fixed on the bulge in Aryan's pajamas. "You told me you're not gay, then what is this?"

Aryan's face reddened, and he protested, "I swear I'm not gay. It's just morning wood, every guy has it...You have the same thing going on," he said, his gaze drifting to Ishan's waist, his eyes lingering on the soft fabric.

Ishan's face burned with embarrassment as he realized his own member was standing at attention.

He quickly adjusted it, trying to conceal it behind the panty lines.

"I'm also a guy, so the same thing," Ishan said, his voice laced with embarrassment.

"I have covered mine; you do the same with yours," Ishan added, his hand still covering his groin.

Aryan gestured to his paralyzed body, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"And exactly how am I supposed to do that?!"

Ishan's eyes widened in realization, and he felt a surge of awkwardness wash over him.

"Sorry... " Ishan asked, his curiosity getting the better of him, "but how do you make it go down?"

Aryan's eyes clouded over, filled with a deep sorrow. "It usually goes down on its own, but sometimes Pooja and her assistants give me a tablet to...make it go to sleep."

His voice trailed off, and Ishan sensed the weight of his helplessness.

Ishan muttered under his breath, "That's really sad."

Aryan's ears picked up the comment, and he asked, "Did you say something?"

"Nothing", Ishan quickly covered, "I... should take a bath." Aryan's gaze lingered on Ishan's feminine form, and his mind began to wander.

The image of Ishan's body, drenched in hot, steaming water, sent a stir through his manhood.

Ishan caught the movement and felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Hey! Enough, man...!" he exclaimed, throwing a pillow at Aryan. "You're really a freaking pervert, you know!"

Aryan's eyes welled up with embarrassment.

"Sorry...I wish I could make it go down. I'm really sorry...Just take the yellow pill from the side of the drawer to make it go to sleep."

"It's okay...", Ishan's tone softened, calming Aryan's distress. "You said it usually goes down sometimes, so...you can take your time anyway."

With that, Ishan grabbed a towel and bathrobe and headed toward the bathroom. His own manhood still lingered, hard from sneaking glances at his cleavage.

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Hi readers, I just want to know how you feel about this story and how it should go in future..

This story isn't just quick erotica I thought it would be but a full fledge book with defined story and character development. I just want your opinion on how you see the characters future will go ..

And I am thinking about writing a quick erotica as well. If you have any topic or storyline I could cover than it would really help me out.