Dave saw how the years got trimmed out of his boyfriend. From a ten-year-old boy who grew so pissed at the changes happening to him that he nearly got punched, to a six-year-old who collapsed on his knees, and down to a two-year-old now drowning in a handful of clothes far larger than him. Dave picked him up from the rabble of clothes. Nate made one look at him and descended to maddening tears.
It's fun seeing his boyfriend like this. He always boasts that he is one tough nut when it comes to crying. Even if Dave died, he wouldn't shed a tear. And he wants Dave to do the same if he died. Crying is for wussies. But now? Nate is crying his guts out. His wailing filled the room and there was no end to it.
"Okay... fun's over."
Dave reached for the laptop and moved the slider to twelve-year-old. Nate stopped crying and stared at Dave as he progressed to his twelve-year-old appearance. Dave remembered him when he look like this. It was about a decade ago. It was the first day of school and Nate gave his first greeting by punching him in the face. There's no reason for it. He just wanted to punch him. Of course, Dave fought back. He's not going down without bruising his back. Ms. Hoffman (Dave is surprised that he still remembered the old bitch's name) dragged them to the guidance office. While waiting for their turn at the office, they exchanged their names. From there, their friendship blossomed and matured into what it is today.
"God. I feel like I was dragged out of my mother's womb for the second time." Nate stumbled forward, and his naked body landed on Dave's chest. He looks so tiny now. Dave could just grab him by the shoulders and lift him without effort. "Wha- what the hell happened?"
"You turned into a child and cried me a river,"
"I don't cry. You lie."
"If I was lying, then why are your eyes pink. Look! Your cheeks are still wet from tears."
"I did not! This isn't tears. You're lying."
Dave was surprised. The last he's seen Nate's disagreeable attitude was when they were fifteen. He'd mellow out after years of maturing. If they had a disagreement, he'd ask Dave to sit at the table and discuss their side of the argument. He's become methodical and it became quite an annoyance because he'd often be right when they do this charade. Dave would rather prefer this puffy cheeks and foot-stomping Nate. Fuck, he looks so cute when he's mad.
"Come here you little nerd,"
Dave hooked him on one hand and reeled him close. He's like a small kitten at this size. His bigger biceps wrapped around his entire head and his pectorals seemed to swallow his whole face.
"I- I'm not a nerd! A unhand me. I can't br- I can't breathe, asshole." Dave freed him from his grasp. "Blegh! Blegh! I got some of your hair on my tongue. Fucking, disgusting."
"But I thought you liked my chest hair?"
"Maybe my 29-year-old self would. But now, I don't." Nate huffed. He crossed his arms and made this pissed face at him. Dave couldn't hold it in. He's just so cute like this. He pulled him again and then pushed him off the sofa. While disoriented, he crouched down to the level of his crotch and swallowed it whole.
"Wh- what are you doing?"
"Sucking your cock, of course. Look at this little thing."
"I know. Ah! Fuck. If you're going to do it, at least take it slow. This body is ah! My body is so fucking sensitive at this age." Nate buried his nails on the sofa as pleasures emanating from his crotch wreaked havoc on the rest of his body. Fuck! He's never felt this ecstatic before. If he did, growing up might have made him forget. It feels like his entire world is breaking.
"AHHHHH!!!!" Streams of cum spritzed out of Nate's pre-pubescent cock and into Dave's mouth. It wasn't as bountiful as the adult counterpart so Dave could consume it all. He supped on the cum like soup and continued to suck even though Nate had already finished his entire release.