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“Just try to relax,” I reassured him, “I’m here now and I’ll get you back to safety, don’t worry.” I positioned myself behind him and with one arm occasionally supporting his back and my other keeping his face out of the water, I did my best imitation of a frog, kicking backwards for all I was worth for the shore. Fortunately, we left the tell-tale purple sail anime of the culprit behind and I was relieved that we weren’t dragging it with us; though what tentacles were still attached to his body remained to be discovered when we got back to the beach. As we got into the shallows, it became more difficult to keep control of him but somehow I managed to get in-between the rocks and onto the sand, where I had to drag him backwards out of the water. Luckily, he was able to get up onto one leg and, with his good arm over my neck for support, I was able to get him back up the beach to where I had been sitting, just below the fort. I sat him down on my towel and, with a groan, he collapsed onto his back. He was still fully clothed; in his “X-Men” t-shirt that clung tight to his rippled chest and his blue shorts; blue designer shorts that now clung even more tightly to every curve and bulge of his thighs and groin. I was getting a hard-on just looking at him. But all down one arm, he was covered in red welts and there were bits of tentacle still attached to his shirt around his midriff and down one side of his shorts. There were more red welts on the lower part of his “good” arm and hand, where he had obviously tried to pull bits off himself in the water. In my back-pack I carried a small first-aid kit and I retrieved it and knelt beside him, as I took tweezers and began to carefully pick off all the bits of tentacle I could find and any remaining barbed stings still embedded in his flesh. He winced every time I carefully pulled each one off. He was a pitiful, helpless sight; a pale shadow of the strong hero who had, just hours beforehand, gripped me in his firm hold beneath the sea in that passionate lovers embrace. I stroked his face and brushed the hair out of his half-closed eyes. He turned his head towards my hand and kissed it. “I knew you’d come for me,” he whispered, “Just like you always do.” I sat him up and gave him two strong painkillers and told him to swallow them. He looked at them in his hand and then at me, grimacing. “I can’t take tablets without water,” he complained, with a pained expression that made him look more like a schoolboy than a grown man. I looked at him in disbelief. Then I sighed and reaching into my back-pack, I brought out a bottle of water. “Here,” I said, “you big baby,” as I gave it to him. He took his tablets, like the good boy that he really was; like the good little brother that had haunted me throughout my youth. I peeled his t-shirt off him as gently as I could, while he kept going “ouch!” every time I touched a bit of him that hurt. I lay him back down and could see where the side of his torso was covered in red blotches where, even through his t-shirt, he had been stung quite badly. His lightly hairy chest heaved and strained; his breathing wasn’t right either. It was probably tits the shock; extreme shock – and pain. He’d probably been stung through his shorts too, I realized, as he lay there, moaning and groaning, coughing and still in agony. I looked down at his bare tummy, tender and exposed and quivering with pain; but my hard-on got harder, as I gazed at the “treasure-trail” of black hairs that led from his navel down to his waist, where the top of his briefs showed just above his shorts. Kneeling across him, I looked once again at those wet, hentai tightly clinging, bulging blue shorts and I sighed. “This is how it always is,” I said to myself, as I leaned across and undid his belt and top button. As his waistband fell open, it revealed the top of a pair of Diesel briefs which, as I released the next button of his flies, revealed themselves to be in broad nautical blue and white stripes. The line of his flies followed a hard, curving bulge over his manhood, still tightly contained animation out of sight. But in order to open the remaining buttons, I now had to press my hand firmly against his bulge to release the pressure on each button. As I did so, with each button that was released, his bulge seemed to inflate, growing harder as I went on, until finally, it was fully inflated and released cartoon from the clinging wet prison of his blue designer shorts. Pulling carefully on each leg of his shorts, I slid them down his legs, inevitably dragging them over the painful red sores which I couldn’t yet see down his one leg. He yelled out in pain as I did so, but at the same time, he helped me by lifting his butt off the towel. But as soon as tits she gets attacked by some kind of bear man. It’s like some kind of break out at a zoo. And Kailey?” Other than the pale features of anime my face and my blue eyes, you'd hardly know I didn't belong here. :) I replied, then turned my focus to my mom’s text. My breasts burst in a reveal before the unraveling laces, and Elena took a nipple in each hand and pinched hard. With hentai the rope secured he stood up, spanking her arse as he went. But Atool was in mood and telling her that "He will not come as I have just came from his home and he is very bussy in his work". Even with permission, I was afraid to be honest. He leaned in kissed her lightly and thanked us both for the great show. 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