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It's a cold, cloudy afternoon, and you've finally finished moving into your new apartment- or at least brought everything inside, since most is still packed away in boxes. You collapse backwards onto your currently bare mattress with a tired sigh, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes before taking out your phone. Nothing interesting is happening online, just the usual boring drama that gives you a headache.

Once the worst of your aches are gone, hands still mildly sore from carrying so much furniture, you decide to begin the slow process of unpacking. Unfortunately you must've packed away anything sharp, so it takes a while to get the first box open by picking at it with your nails. After a while you've hardly made a dent, partly due to your laziness to get it all done, and partly because you have so much to unpack. Instead of regretting your choices, you simply pull out your kettle from one of the many boxes, deciding to make some tea instead- at least after you find the teabags. Luckily your rent is utility-included, so you have no issues filling the kettle with water and putting it on the stove, going back over to some of the boxes and continuing to unpack.

By the time the water starts boiling you at least have every box opened even if not emptied, and it's only then that you come to a realization: You're completely out of honey, or at least forgot to pack it somehow. "Goddamnit.." You sigh. While honey isn't necessary for a cup of tea, your sweet tooth- and general love for anything with honey- says otherwise. Though grumpy about the lack of sweetness, you make and drink your tea while thinking about what to do next. Once you finish your drink you go back to unpacking, hoping to at least get everything out of the boxes.

The rest of your day is about as dull as you expected. You finish emptying the boxes, get most of your furniture and belongings in place, eat a shitty microwave dinner, stand on your balcony for a while and look over the busy city you just moved into (not that you can see too much since it's nighttime), and then crawl into your blankets with nothing but your underwear on and start to sleep. Groceries could wait until tomorrow.

You wake up the next morning feeling surprisingly well rested, taking a few minutes to get out of bed as usual. You make a simple PB&J breakfast, still saddened by the lack of sweet honey, vowing to buy some before the day is over. You go into your bathroom and strip off what little clothing you had on, turning on the hot shower water. You don't even step in before you stop yourself, getting an idea. With how tired you were last night you didn't get a chance to "relieve some stress" as you usually would every night, but now that you're more settled in, it seems like a perfect opportunity. You're giddy with excitement as you rush back into your bedroom, completely naked, hardly even noticing as your penis starts to erect. Some of the things you made sure to unpack and hide right away, in case of guests, were your sex toys. While you're no sexual virtuoso, you're certainly not a beginner either, having your fair share of toys and past partners. You pull out a bright red, knotted canine dildo and a half used bottle of honey-flavoured lube, which you promised yourself you wouldn't use in place of actual honey, before running back into the bathroom.

Hardly able to contain your excitement, you step into the shower and only scream internally when you find it's way too hot. After some mood-dampening time adjusting the temperature you're finally ready to step into the comfortably hot water, letting the heat suffuse through your body before you decide to get to work. You waste zero time on foreplay, smacking the suction cup base of the toy against the shower wall and pouring a healthy amount of lubricant onto the dildo, using your body to shield it from the water while you lather it up. You even squirt a little bit of lube from the bottle directly into your asshole, making you shiver.

You put one hand on the wall, the other still gripping to the toy and guiding the tip towards your ass, lightly pressing against it until it sinks in. "A-alright.." You huff, clenching around the tip and slowly moving further down, feeling it stretch your insides. The dildo isn't the biggest, since you aren't exactly a size queen, but it's plenty big enough for you. You close your eyes as you slowly begin to bounce back and forth on its shaft, one hand going around your dick and the other lifting up to your mouth, while you start sucking on your own fingers and begin fantasizing. You picture yourself with a wolf and a bee, the wolf slowly thrusting into you behind while you suck on the bee's dick, tasting the honey on him and imagining that he drizzled it on earlier just for you.

You can feel the heat of their bodies all over you, or rather the heat of the shower, moaning around what you're imagining is the bug's dick, squeezing tight around the wolf's shaft while your butt bumps against his knot. Precum leaks from your urethra while you rapidly stroke yourself off, swiftly getting washed away by the shower, though more comes out the longer you go. You know how to make it feel even better too, making a small change in positions and using some well-practiced movements to grind the canine dildo right against your prostate, making your knees quiver while you continue fucking yourself on that toy, occasionally stopping to grind against the thick knot. You take your fingers out of your mouth, panting and imagining the bee jerking off over your face, that hand going to your ass and spreading your cheeks for the imaginary werewolf behind you.

You can tell that you're getting closer to cumming, taking your hand away from your cock and trying to go for an anal orgasm, pushing back until the dildo's knot slips into you only to tug it back out, then push it back in. The extra stretch is just what you needed, turning your moans a bit louder and higher as you near your finish. "O-oh fuck.. Breed me, p-please!" You plead with the werewolf, even though someone who actually exists wouldn't be able to do such a thing. You hilt the dildo one last time with your ass pressed against the base, your back against the wall. You moan loudly as you cum without touching your cock, your semen wasted as it quickly goes down the drain, your shower christened with what promises to be the first of many future orgasms. The imaginary lycanthrope's arms wrap around you, holding you close while he grinds his dick against your prostate, the bee coating your face and tongue with his hot, honey flavoured cum.. your imagination feels surprisingly vivid, until you realize that you had the bottle of lube in your hand and squeezed it all over yourself. Whoops. You swallow the lube that landed in your mouth anyways, reaching a hand back to pull the dildo off of the wall, keeping yourself plugged while you come down from that orgasm-induced high, starting to actually clean yourself.

You only feel a little bit embarrassed about how far you went with your fantasies this time, glad that nobody else was there to see or hear you- at least you think nobody heard you, since you've only lived in the apartment building for a single day, and you haven't really had the chance to see how thin the walls are. As you wash the lube off of your face you find yourself wishing such a thing was really possible, that being bees who cum honey. You've met more than a few bees in your life, some of which you've slept with, but the most any of them had was barely sweeter than normal cum or saliva. One of them said they once knew someone who did cum honey, but over time you've become convinced that they were just joking. You couldn't really rely on porn for answers, for obvious reasons, and the best you could find otherwise was things like facebook groups or sites that looked a century old, that loosely mentioned such a thing. With a sigh you continue washing yourself, putting aside some of your deepest fantasies for now.

After you fully clean up, including pulling the knotted toy from your ass and only leaving yourself with a minor gape, you get dressed for your trip out with some grey pants and a t-shirt, quintuple-checking that you have your wallet, phone, and keys before leaving. Fortunately everything in this town is quite close by, so it should all be in walking distance. According to a friend who used to live in the area, and a short check online, there's a farmers market nearby where you can buy all sorts of food nice and fresh. While you walk down the side of the street you silently pray that someone sells honey. There's lots of people out and about of all sorts of different species, none really paying you any mind and just enjoying the sunny weather compared to yesterday's gloom. You're enjoying it as well, even though you aren't planning on going too far.

It only takes a few short minutes to get to your destination, which you spend looking around at the city you now live in and greeting a few strangers, before you finally arrive. You'd seen the building in photos before but it's still impressive up close. It has a tall ceiling and mostly glass walls, with a few entrances going in and out. There's picnic tables outside, and behind the building seems to be a grassy park with more than a few people relaxing. Huh, it's bigger than I expected. You think to yourself, looking up at the building. It's two stories tall, but looking inside you can see that there's only a second floor around the edges with the center being empty, and you catch a peek at some people on the roof as well. Inside there's all sorts of different stands and stalls selling different things, the vast majority of which is food, but it looks so crowded that you can't really pick apart much from outside. You go to find one of the entrances before heading on in.

When you open the door you're welcomed by a blast of sound, making you flinch before you adjust. It's certainly louder than you expected but not too much, mostly coming from lots of people talking rather than something like loud music. The entire building has a somewhat sweet and spicy smell from all of the different foods, in combination with what must be some perfumes and colognes. It makes you feel very hungry, even though you already ate a bit, and you immediately start looking for somewhere to get some food from. As many choices as there are it doesn't take you long to settle on something, picking out a relatively healthy-looking pizza place and being careful not to get it on anyone while you look for a place to sit.

Before you can find a seat, you see exactly what you've been hoping for: There's several jars, bottles, or even buckets of honey in varying sizes, set up on a cheap-looking plastic table with a red and white tablecloth with a price sheet for each size, and standing behind it is a very tired looking bee. He has both elbows on the table with his hands on his cheeks, eyes closed, and you aren't even sure that he's awake. You try not to stare, but he has a bit of a chubby body with shiny black skin, as well as some bright orange fluff around his neck, on his forearms, and his head- which has two antennae poking up. He's dressed like a classic farmer, with denim overalls and a flannel shirt, but it's unclear if that's just a costume of sorts or what he actually wants to wear. Behind him are his wings sticking out of holes in his shirt, not that you can fully see them, and a big, fluffy bug abdomen, which appears to be the only striped part of him.

You wouldn't mind waiting for him to wake up to buy some honey, but you feel a bit concerned about people stealing from him, since all of his honey, and even the cash register, is right out in the open. With your plate of pizza in your other hand you reach over, awkwardly giving one of his shoulders a little shake. "Uh, you alright man?" You ask. His antennae wiggle before he barely opens his eyes, wings buzzing slightly before he suddenly jumps up in shock. "Hi how may I help you!" He shouts, a few heads turning before people just go back to what they were doing. There's a few seconds of silence between the two of you before he really wakes up, his cheeks turning a bit lighter with his blush once he realizes what's going on. He preens his antennae and his hair-like fluff for a moment, clearing his throat and starting over. "T-thanks for waking me up, I must've dozed off somehow.." He says, still blushing. Now that he's standing up straight you can see how tall he is, and he's certainly very tall, especially for a bee. He looks to be a bit over a foot taller than you, barely reaching seven feet in height not including his antennae.

"I take it business is slow?" You ask him, seeing as he still has quite a few jars, bottles, and buckets left. "Oh, yeah.. I'm sorta new in here, and I don't really have anything else to offer other than my honey." He responds with a bit of an awkward laugh, looking down at you with his golden eyes. You almost find yourself blushing too before you snap out of it. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Lots of people love honey, myself included, and I'm sure that yours must be great." You say with a smile, which seems to brighten his mood. "Y-yeah! It'll just take time, probably." He replies. You crouch slightly, getting a closer look at what he's selling. There appears to be two different types of honey, one being darker and the other being lighter and less opaque, but you can't tell any other differences- the fact that their only labels are 'Honey 1' and 'Honey 2' don't really help. "What's the difference between these?" You ask him, standing up fully again. He seems to be blushing even more than earlier, and you assume that he's just not used to having someone actually talk to him like this. "W-well, this kind.." He picks up a jar of 'Honey 1'. "..Is thicker, and much more rich. The other is lighter, not really as strong in any way but it's not going to be overpowering either." He explains. You nod, picking up a small bottle of light honey. "I'll buy one of these." His smile twitches, almost looking disappointed for a moment, but he takes your money anyways. "Alright, thank you!" He says, giving you a polite little bow. "You don't need to be so formal, you know." You chuckle, making him blush and nod as you walk away, disappearing into the crowd.

Glad to see someone here selling some honey. You think to yourself, eventually finding a place to set your food down. Your pizza slice has gone cold by now but you don't really care, popping open the bottle of honey and squeezing a teeny drop onto your finger. You taste it, a shiver of delight going down your spine. It feels so good to have actual honey again, and this is arguably some of the best honey, if not the best, you've ever tasted. You drizzle it onto your pizza, though it's more like soaking it. Others may say that you're obsessed with honey, but.. you completely agree with them, and you couldn't care less, taking a big bite of your honey-drenched pizza slice. By the time you finish your food the little bottle of honey is empty, and you lick the sweet stickiness off of your fingers and throw out your trash before continuing on. You take your time going around the rest of the market, picking out some fresh food to eat over the next few days, and even buying a wicker basket to carry it all in.

Before you leave you make one last stop, finding the bee's stand. It looks like he sold a little bit more, but still has most of his stock left. He gives you a little wave as he sees you coming closer, but still seems a bit surprised when you stop in front of him. "W-was something wrong with the honey?" He asks before you get the chance to say anything, antennae drooping with worry. You have to hold back a small laugh. "Of course not! I actually came to buy more, I'm out already." You say. He seems a bit shocked by that. "But you just left a few minutes ago.." He says quietly. "Well, I wasn't lying when I said I love honey. Did you make it yourself?" You ask him, and his cheeks suddenly turn bright. "H-huh? Do I- O-oh, yeah! I have an apiary at home, live close outside the city. Lots of, uh, bees.." He stammers, only increasing your confusion. "Do you mind me buying some more?" You ask with one hand on your hip, looking up at him. "Go ahead, I was just a little bit surprised that someone liked my honey so much..!" He buzzes. You look at your options, before going for what's clearly the most reasonable. You pull two eleven-pound buckets to the edge of the table, one of each type. His eyes widen. "R-really? I guess some people do really love honey, but.. gosh!" He huffs, his fluff poofing up in embarrassment. For such a guy, he really gets embarrassed easily. You think.

"I'll probably be out of it in a few days, you know. What days do you come here?" You ask him as you pay for the honey, picking up the buckets with an 'oomph'. "I only come here Mondays and Thursdays actually, have to give the.. bees.. time to make more honey." He says, avoiding your gaze while his blush returns. You decide that it's just because he's embarrassed again about how much you love his honey. "So I won't be able to buy more honey until Monday? Heh, I guess I'll manage." You laugh. "What's your name?" You ask. "I'm.." You tell him your name first, but the crowd gets so loud for a moment that you're unsure if he hears you. He nods anyways. "That's a nice name, I'm uh.. Thomas Sweet." He says, reaching out to shake your hand. You stare for a moment in awkward silence, putting your basket of food down and shaking his hand. His skin feels quite soft and smooth, and you give his hand a good shake before picking up your basket again. "I'll see you on Monday, then. Good luck with your sales!" You give your farewell before walking away, Thomas giving you a little wave goodbye with a long sigh. Once you get outside, you realize you may have made a small mistake. You have a lot of heavy food to carry, and it's uphill the entire way back to your apartment. After steeling your nerves, you start on your long trek.

Over the weekend, you make full use of the honey you bought, in amounts that others would consider excessive. Soups, dressings, cake, cookies, and other foods are made and eaten, all with more than normal amounts of honey. You even make a honey-scented candle. You deeply enjoy both types of the honey, sometimes sneaking straight spoonfuls of it when nobody is watching, as if you live with anyone that would be able to catch you. Once, you even dare to go even further past what most would consider normal, using a handful of the darker, stickier honey to jerk off in the shower before washing it away.

By the time that Monday rolls around you're completely out of honey, and you know just what to do about it. You've already bought some more food the past few days, both from the market and elsewhere, but Thomas' honey was good enough that you wanted to wait to get more from him. You return to the farmer's market with your basket, enjoying your walk down. It looks just as crowded as last time, and just as noisy. You immediately seek out the bee, finding him in the same place as last time. It looks like his sales are doing the same, but he seems to be way more awake this time. He even smiles once he sees you, giving you a big and friendly wave as if he's seen you many times before. You don't mind, approaching his table again with a smile of your own. "So.. how'd business go last time? It looked like you were doing alright, at least." You say. He nods, looking down at you. "I-it went well, actually. I sold a few more buckets and jars, but no one has bought two buckets like you did.. did you already go through those already?" He asks, though it seems like he already knows the answer. "Of course I did. It's the best honey I've tasted, hands down." You reply, doing your best not to show a single sign of embarrassment while you think about what you did with the honey other than eat it. "Gosh, y-you're such a flatterer." He huffs, failing to hide his blush.

"I uh, actually saved these for you, in case I sold out otherwise. B-but don't feel obligated to buy them!" He says, pulling up two buckets of honey from behind the table. "Aw, that's sweet of you. I don't think you have to worry about me not buying from you." You chuckle, paying him the cost for the two buckets and a bit more. "Until next time, then. I'm sure I'll be done by Thursday." You say, starting to turn away while the bee twiddles his fingers. Before you even take a step, he speaks up. "W-wait, before you go.. do you think I can take you out to dinner tonight? It's the least I can do for, um, such a good customer." He says quietly, just barely loud enough to understand his words over the volume of the crowd. You turn back to him and smirk. "Asking me on a date, huh? We hardly know eachother." You say, making him frown. "R-right.. S-sorry, I'll-" "I never said no." You cut him off, stopping his sentence short. "Where should we meet?" He seems genuinely surprised at your question, stammering for a few moments before he manages to get actual words out. "H-how about outside this building, at eight? We c-can walk from there, I know some nice places nearby..!" He says, blushing more than ever. "That sounds lovely. I'll see you at eight, then." You pause. "Could you lean down for a second? I want to tell you something, but I don't think others should hear it." You tell him. He flinches, staring at you with a blush and hesitating for just a moment before bending down over the table. You move as if you're going to whisper something into one of his pointy, almost elf-like ears, but suddenly give him a gentle kiss on the cheek and making him gasp quietly. He smells like honey.. You think to yourself, pulling back while he stares at you in astonishment. "G-golly..!" He stands back up, putting a hand on his cheek where you kissed him. "I'm sure it'll be a lovely date." You chuckle, blowing him a kiss before walking away. It was a shorter encounter than the first time you met him, but certainly more meaningful to both of you.

A few hours pass, and you spend most of it lazing around or doing online work, at least until the time for your date gets closer. At that point you get to work on doing yourself up real nice, taking a long shower and picking out your nicest outfit- which in this case is a blue button-up shirt, a black coat, and black pants- frequently checking to see if you're still on time. Once you're all ready and the time is right you hurry out, not wanting to keep your date waiting even if you make it on time.

Before you even make it all the way to the building you see him outside, sitting on a bench and facing away from your direction. You smile, walking up behind him without even noticing, careful not to bump into his stripy bug abdomen. "You look nice." You say. He makes a high-pitched squeak, not just standing up but flying off of his seat, hovering a few feet in the air and staring down at you. Once he realizes what happens he floats down to his feet, clutching a small bouquet to his chest. He's wearing a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to end just before his elbows, a pair of nice jeans, and some well worn but clean, khaki boots. It's mostly normal stuff, but you can't help but notice that, for whatever reason, the crotch of his pants is nearly down to his knees, even though the waist is still fully pulled up. You shrug it off.

"Y-you scared me!" He huffs loudly with a small pout, looking down at you. "Sorry, sorry. I won't do it again. I'll try not to, at least." You say and laugh quietly. "At least n-nobody else heard me. Anyways, um, I-I bought these for you.." He hands you the bouquet, shyly looking away when you take it. It has six flowers bunched together, with every colour of the rainbow. They have a delicate smell to them, pleasant but not overpowering. "They're beautiful, thank you." You smile, holding the flowers by your side while you look up at him. "So where did you have in mind?" You ask him and he immediately perks up, not that he seemed upset. "There's a steakhouse nearby that I like to go to on fancy occasions, if that's ok with you. Y-you aren't vegetarian, right?" He huffs. "Oh, not at all. I had some meat for breakfast." You chuckle, reaching out to hold his hand. With only a bit of embarrassment he holds yours, the two of you walking alongside eachother with him leading the way.

Neither of you say much while walking, just quietly enjoying eachother's company. He occasionally gives your hand a squeeze and you return the favour, sometimes slightly leaning against him while you walk in an attempt to make him embarrassed- which works every time, obviously. He smells just like honey, like earlier, but you suppose it makes sense. Before long you reach what must be the steakhouse- judging by his sudden stop, and the sign outside that says 'Steakhouse'. "Ok, we're here." He says, pulling you inside up to the host. "Hi, we have a reservation for two, under Thomas..?" He tells them while squeezing your hand. They look through their little computer and nod, picking up two menus. "Right this way, please." They say before leading both of you to a booth, setting the menus down on the table and walking away. He smiles down at you, letting go of your hand and climbing into the seat, designed specially so species with large tails (or a bug abdomen like he has) can still sit comfortably.

He glances down at his menu, but seems a bit surprised when you get into the booth with him right by his side, instead of sitting across from him. It makes him squeeze against the wall a little bit, but he doesn't seem to mind. "O-oh, this is.. kinda nice, actually." He mumbles, his cheeks flushed. "I couldn't pass up the opportunity to sit with you~" You say with a smirk, setting the bouquet down on the table and taking your coat off. Now is the first chance you get to really look around the restaurant. The whole place is somewhat dimly lit, but not so dark that you wouldn't be able to easily see things. There's lots of wooden furniture, even the walls are made to look like some sort of log cabin. You can even see a wall-mounted television with sports from where you are. It seems to be upper-scale but not too fancy, good for a first date.

"How long have you lived here?" You inquire, leaning against his side while looking at your menu. It's mostly different cuts of steak, but there's some other things too. "Uh- I've lived in this city for about a year and a half, but I've only worked at the market for.. Three months, I think?" He responds, glancing down at you before looking back at his menu. He's so soft.. You think, your head against the side of his shoulder. The scent of honey is even stronger now. "Really? I thought you said you were new to the market." You huff. "W-well, relatively speaking I'm new. And I've only been working there two days a week." He replies. "Are you worried about the winter? Because of your bees, I mean." That makes him tense up, looking away. "H-huh? Oh right, t-the bees. Uh.. I-I think it'll be fine. Made it through last winter okay." He replies. You get the feeling that he's hiding something, but don't push the matter.

A waiter soon approaches, asking what the two of you want and taking your orders, bringing the menus away as well. "I asked you a question, now it's your turn. Is there anything you want to know about me?" You question. He thinks for a few seconds before speaking up. "Why do you love honey so much? If you even know.." He asks you. "My love for honey, huh? There isn't any deep reasoning behind it, I just love sweet things, honey far more than others.. The taste, the texture, the smell.." You let out a happy sigh, and he huffs. "I-I see.. I'll try to remember that." He laughs.

You and Thomas go back and forth asking a few questions while waiting for your food, even though your drinks arrive soon- he was happy getting a soda, but you decided to get a cocktail, one that has honey in it of course. You learn some more about eachother, such as his parents almost naming him Thompson, and him hearing about why you moved here in the first place. It seems like he's warming up to you, even though he's still a blushy mess whenever you ask anything remotely embarrassing, despite you keeping things completely safe for work.. for now. Your meals do eventually arrive though, and you scoot a bit away from eachother just for some elbow space.

"This looks delicious!" You say, looking up at him with a big smile. "You think so? I like it here too, but I rarely come." He huffs, picking up his utensils and starting to cut into his food. "I think there's one thing that can make it even better~" You say, and before he can even ask what you reach into one of your coat's pockets and pull out a small bottle filled with the darker honey. He gulps. "A-ah, I see." He mumbles, taking a bite of his steak. "I couldn't help it." You chuckle, drizzling an excessive amount of honey all over your meal. He doesn't say anything, just continuing to eat while you dig in. You soon notice his silence, looking up at him with a bit of concern. "You keep getting all embarrassed and quiet whenever your honey is mentioned, what's up with that?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. He nearly chokes on his food, barely managing to swallow it without coughing it up. He stammers and stutters, trying not to make a scene and clearly struggling to think of a response. "..Tell me again, where does the honey come from..?" You ask him, and he goes quiet before whispering to you. "I-I, uh.. Well.. um.. I'll tell you a-after we finish eating, okay..?" He says under his breath. You sigh and nod, the two of you going back to quietly eating your meals.

It's a little bit awkward the rest of the meal, since neither of you say much. When the time comes to pay the bill, you insist on paying for your half until he accepts it. You both make your way outside, and once you're out the doors you suddenly stop him, holding one of his hands. "So, what were you going to tell me?" You question him. He takes a deep breath before staring down into your eyes, his face blushing. "D-do you promise not to hate me for it..? I-I really do like you, and don't want to ruin things..!" He huffs loudly. You admittedly feel a bit concerned at this point. "I promise." You say. "W-well, it's.. i-it's about the honey you bought from me.." He says, constantly checking to make sure nobody is listening, other than you who is listening very intently. "I-it's.. this is hard to say.. it's n-not from bees- or not from other bees I guess. I produce it myself, f-from my body.." He mumbles quietly, squeezing your hand tight while the other hides his face. You stare in disbelief, a few almost uncomfortable seconds of silence passing before you finally say something. "Prove it." Your response surprises him, his eyes wide. "Y-you're not upset?" He asks meekly. "Why would I be? I've eaten much worse things than that, and it sounds neat.. besides, getting honey directly from a cute bee like you sounds fun~" You laugh. You didn't think such a thing was even possible, but he somehow gets even more flustered, and you just squeeze his hand while he mumbles a few quiet 'thank you's.

"O-okay, um.. just let me do this." He says, and you nod while waiting for him to do his thing. He simply crouches down, gives you a very short kiss on the lips, and stands back up. It was short but sweet- literally. He looks away, but the kiss left you with a small amount of a sticky, sweet substance on your lips, which you quickly lick up. It makes it clear that he wasn't lying, but it doesn't answer all of your questions. "So, where's the other kind?" You ask him. After how much you've eaten of his honey, it's fairly easy to tell that what you just had was the lighter variant. "T-that's.. um.. I-I can't show you here." He whispers, looking around to make sure nobody heard him, but you get the message. "Well then.. how about we head back to my place, and you can show me there?" You tease, leaning forward and pressing your hand against his crotch. He shudders, taking a step back and huffing. "..O-okay." He mumbles, letting you take the lead this time.

You rush back to your apartment while practically dragging him along, filled with excitement and anticipation while you think about what the two of you will do together. You hold each other's hand the entire time, even once you get into the elevator to go up. You take that brief moment of rest to speak. "Seeing someone enjoy eating your spit and cum so much must really turn you on, huh~?" You chuckle, standing in front of him while he squeaks and nods, not wanting to embarrass himself by continuing to stutter. "I'd probably find it hot too~" You say with a smirk, standing against him. He just nods while staring down at you, blushing like an inexperienced virgin.. which makes you wonder.

Soon enough you're inside your apartment, locking the door behind you. He takes a brief look around, but his attention seems to be stuck on you. "N-nice place.." He says quietly. You roll your eyes, immediately going to your bedroom with him following close behind. "Tell me, Thomas.." You say as you pull your jacket off, throwing it aside and starting to slowly undo your shirt buttons. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" You ask the bee, who's unable to take his eyes off of you. "N-no, uh.. I d-don't think anyone has even seen me naked before.." He responds quietly, poking his fingers together and not making any move to strip himself down. However, it's still easy for you to notice the slight bulge in his crotch, slowly growing thicker.

"I'll make sure to go gentle, then~" You say, stepping closer and making him gulp. You slowly reach up, pushing his hands down to his sides before moving back up to unbutton his shirt from the top, one button at a time. Little by little, more of his chest and then his stomach is exposed, revealing more of his shiny black skin and chubby body. "G-gosh, you're hot.." He mumbles. "I could say the same about you, you big cutie~" You laugh, and he huffs in response. You help him slip the shirt all the way off, leaving him naked above the waist. You see that his fluff isn't limited to just his head, neck, and arms, with some in his armpits and peeking out from above his waistband.

"You're so adorable~" You say, stepping forward and giving him a big hug, pressing your body against his with your arms underneath his wings. Even standing on your toes you aren't tall enough to give him a proper kiss, burying your face in his neck fluff and taking a deep whiff. You can immediately tell that's the source of his sweet, honeyed scent, sending a delightful warmth through your body- especially your crotch, your member hardening in your pants. He slowly wraps his own arms around you, holding you close against his warm body while you keep sniffing his sweet fluff. It's incredibly silky smooth, light, and warm, probably the softest thing you've ever felt. You can feel his own crotch pressing against yours as he starts to get hard, your bulges lightly pulsing against eachothers.

You reluctantly pull your face out of his mane, looking up into his eyes while he looks back down at you, your lips nearly meeting his. "Y-you're really lovely.." He says, both his and your own cheeks blushing plenty. "Shut up and kiss me, you hunk~" You say. Before he can make a rebuttal you pull him down into a passionate kiss, the shy bee squeaking but not resisting at all, just holding you tighter and shutting his eyes. You slip your tongue past his lips, making him huff and shiver. The first thing you notice is just how wet his mouth is, needing him to swallow every few seconds to avoid drooling honey all over you, not that you'd really mind such a thing. He hesitantly tries copying you, poking his pointy, slippery tongue into your own mouth, only for you to give it a gentle little nibble- not enough to actually hurt, just surprise him and make him squeak again before pulling his tongue back. Your hands aren't idle, one slowly massaging his lower back while the other strokes his soft bee-abdomen, the fluff there feeling the same as that around his neck.

He's practically melting under your touches, his legs wobbling and his dick threatening to tear right through his jeans, but he tenses up when you give his butt a squeeze with both hands. He moans quietly, opening his eyes and looking into your own, unable to keep himself from lightly grinding his crotch against you. You continue like that for a while until it feels like you're going to explode, pulling back from the kiss. Strings of honey bridge between your mouth and his, until you lick your lips and get just a bit more of his sweet taste.

"G-goodness..! That was.. C-can we continue, please?" He asks, squirming a little bit while his dick throbs in his jeans. "God, yes. I've been waiting for you to ask that." You say, and much to his surprise you immediately drop to your knees, face right in front of his crotch. At this point he doesn't really know what to do with his hands, putting them on your head but not really holding you, just resting them on you as you look up at him and smirk. Your own hands are much more active, swiftly unbuttoning his jeans. It's only then you notice that there's two different buttons, the other being much lower down closer to the bottom of his low pants crotch, with a zipper going all the way down. Must be hiding a real monster~ You think to yourself, undoing the second button. The zipper looks like it's about to explode, struggling to contain what's inside his pants.

You put your hands on his hips, using your teeth to slowly pull down his zipper, keeping eye contact with him the whole time- though he has to bend a little bit to see you past his extra-fluffy neck. It takes some maneuvering since the zipper is so long, but you manage to pull it all the way down, revealing some of the treasure hidden underneath. He breathes heavily as you pull his jeans down, only having his underwear on now. It's a pair of black boxer-briefs, getting stretched out by his erection that threatens to spring free, impressively thick even for his size but not too crazy.. but the stretch caused by his balls is a whole other story. It looks like he stuffed two huge watermelons into his underwear, each testicle at least as big as your head. It certainly explains why the crotch on his pants are so low. You find yourself drooling at the sight, your cock almost painfully hard in your pants.

"K-keep going, please.." He quietly begs, hands still on your head. You couldn't say no to an offer like that! You hook your thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling it down to reveal more and more of his junk. The first thing you notice is the second string tight around his waist, with two more cords on it leading down. You don't stop to question him though, continuing to pull down until his cock flops out, fully erect with a condom on it, said condom already filled with more than what you make in an entire orgasm. His shaft looks to be about eight inches long and a bit over two inches thick, with a foreskinned tip- though you can't really tell how much foreskin he has, due to the condom.

"I-I have to wear one all the time, so I don't leak everywhere.." He answers your question before you even ask, looking away while his cock throbs just an inch from your face. A powerful musk is coming off of him, different than the scent from his fluff, but you're getting some of that as well; Above and around the base of his dick he has more of the bright yellow fuzz, and a short brush with one of your fingers shows that it's just as soft, if not even softer than what's around his neck. "Mmm, you smell great~" You tell him, taking a deep breath in of his scent and sending a shiver down your spine. "T-thanks.." He mumbles in response, licking a drop of honey saliva off of his lips. You gently squeeze his shaft with one hand, and he can't help but let out a quiet moan before another spurt of honey-precum enters the condom. "I think I can tell how you make so much dark honey, with the size of these monsters.." You give his balls a gentle pat with your other hand. "..But how do you make so much of the lighter kind? It must take all of your time between work days to get enough of it, if it's your spit." You ask, giving his member another squeeze. "T-that's- nnf- it only takes a few hours at most. I make a lot more w-when I'm horny, and, um.. I-I'll show you later, okay?" He says quietly, trying not to thrust into your hand. "Alright, you big cutie. For now, I'll be happy down here~" You say, giving the condom-covered tip of his cock a gentle kiss.

You put both hands on his briefs underneath his length, pulling them down and slowly revealing more of his massive balls. Connected to the pubic fluff around his dick there's a stripe of it going down the middle of his sack, just begging to be sniffed. You lower his underwear beneath his balls, but it seems like there was more than you expected. Underneath his heavy balls, holding most of their weight, is what looks like a wide bra with a cute little bee pattern on it. That explains the string around his waist at least, his balls must be too heavy for just a pair of underwear to keep snug.

"..Is this a bra?" You ask him, putting your hands on it underneath his balls. It feels incredibly soft and smooth, which probably feels great to him. "N-nooo.. m-not really! It's a ball-bra, I-I had it custom made but this was the only pattern they had!" He pouts, the condom on his tip wobbling while it continues to fill up, a few drops of honey spit dripping from his mouth whenever he tries to speak. "I'm sure they were, but let's get them off you. We can't keep your poor balls cooped up like that~" You tease, giving the ball-bra a little squeeze and making him tense up. "I-it's tied together on the back." He tells you, and you nod, staying in your kneeling position while you reach behind him, feeling along the string on his waist until you feel the knot. You've had plenty of practice untying things in similar scenarios, so it's quite simple to undo it and let his last piece of clothing fall to the floor, leaving him entirely naked in front of you. He instinctively spreads his legs a bit as his heavy orbs drop a few inches, hanging much lower than before- the bottom of his sack reaches his knees- and looking larger too.

This time you can't hold back, putting your hands underneath their balls and hefting them, hardly able to lift one even with both hands. They're way heavier than they look, with you barely able to lift one with both hands for a short time. Thomas must be stronger than he looks if he can carry these monsters around all the time. "Fuck, I can't believe you're not going around and fucking the whole city with balls like these~" You groan, leaning in and giving his musky balls a big lick before pressing your nose to the fluff in the center and taking a big whiff. The smell, both his regular musk and the sweet, honey scent, is much stronger than elsewhere, making you weak in the knees. "I-I dunno, I've never really been big on the whole 'dom' thing.. B-but I wouldn't mind if you wanted to dominate me.." He says the last part in a whisper, but you still hear it. "I'll keep that in mind, but for now.."

You pinch the condom near the end, pulling it off of him and completely freeing his heavily-foreskinned penis. While his foreskin isn't excessively long, just big enough to fully hide his glans while completely erect, it makes up for it in thickness and softness. "H-hey.." He mumbles as you lean in, finally closing the distance and giving his precum-drooling foreskin a big kiss, licking the honey off of your lips. You keep your hands on his balls, massaging and occasionally squeezing them as you take it a step further, sliding your tongue right into his foreskin against the sensitive head. You're bombarded with flavour, not too different from the darker honey, but something about the natural warmth, combined with the taste coming directly from his cock, and the knowledge of where that honey comes from makes it so much better. You can hear him moan as you gently slide your tongue around inside his foreskin, licking up all of the honey that had been left in there and swallowing it down. "You taste great, Tommy~" You say as you lick your lips, and all he manages in response is a quiet grunt.

You close your eyes, pressing your lips to his tip and carefully moving further down, taking more of his girth into your mouth with his sweet pre leaking onto your tongue. It's not the biggest you've taken, but still makes your jaw ache before he even reaches your throat. It's oh-so worth it though, feeling each throb of his thick cock in your mouth, smelling his almost pheromonal musk coming from his groin. You can feel his hands tense on your head, not quite pushing you down but making it clear that he has to resist doing just that, still letting you have control of the situation. You're a bit over halfway down his length before the tip pokes against the back of your throat, making you gag momentarily before you adjust. You look up, seeing him peek down at you with honey dripping from his lips, giving him a wink as you relax your throat and go further. You another quiet gag you deepthroat him, swiftly taking him right to the base with your nose buried in his soft, musky fluff. He's making you so incredibly horny, you'd probably do anything he asked you to do, but it seems that he's still too submissive to do anything other than moan and tremble. You don't really mind, staying like that for a few seconds and feeling his length twitch and dump pre directly into your stomach, before you need to pull back for a proper breath of air.

"I-I've never felt anything like t-this before..!" He gasps, just before you go back down to the hilt. You get into a steady rhythm of bobbing your head up and down his shaft, enjoying how full he's making you feel, as well as your face repeatedly brushing against his fluffy pubes. A large part of you hopes that you'll smell like him for a while after this, and the rest of you knows that you'll smell like him. Fuck, he feels so thi- You don't get to finish that thought as he suddenly forces you down, hands holding you in place with your nose in his groin, his cock throbbing as he cums quite soon and without warning. You'd be a bit disappointed at how early he came, even for him being a virgin, but you're distracted by the overwhelming sensation of how much he's cumming, feeling his sticky honey pump down your throat and into your belly, gradually filling it up. Your hands rest weakly against his massive balls, feeling them tense as they dump their load into you. You try to look up at him, flinching but certainly not upset when more than a little bit of his drool drips onto you, both on your head and running down your back.

Spurt after spurt after spurt of honey fills your stomach, more than you've ever been filled before, and you nearly cum in your pants without even touching yourself. He has a firm hold on you, preventing you from pulling back even if you tried, forcing you to take every single drop of his seemingly endless orgasm while he occasionally gives a small thrust against your face, the sheer amount of his honey semen filling you so much that you can't truly tell just how much he pumped into you. You can faintly tell he's getting close to finishing, but it's only then that your body seems to decide that it's a bit too full. You barely manage to gag before a torrent of honey gushes back up your throat around his dick, not just coming out of your mouth but your nose as well, splattering onto his crotch and dripping down his balls, soaking his fluff. You can't even look up at him now, the honey-spit that dripped down coating your face and eyelids.

Eventually he does finish, and only once he stops filling you do you realize just how much he stuffed you. Even just shifting your position makes your belly slosh and wobble, sending a small wave of nausea through your body until things stop moving. You groan quietly, your throat vibrating around his cock even as it goes soft, a bit more honey spilling past your lips onto his balls and your body. You feel like you're going to run out of breath, but before too long passes he finally regains his composure. "O-oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" He apologizes, quickly pulling you off and letting his soft member flop down, unintentionally moving your bloated stomach around more and making you reflexively clamp a hand over your mouth, your other going down to your stomach. It feels huge, stretched out further than you thought possible by what must be gallons of honey cum, all from a single orgasm. "Y-you, uh.. you alright?" He asks quietly, reaching down to wipe his cum off of your face.

You pull your hand away from your mouth, keeping both hands on your stomach now, which is also coated in honey that dripped down earlier. You look up at him and weakly smile, your cheeks red. "Hahh.. Y-yeah, you just got me by surprise." You say, slowly rubbing your gut. You can see that below his lips, soaking the front of his fluff, and coating a good amount of his torso there's plenty of his honey drool, a lot of it probably having come out during his climax. "I-I uh, guess I didn't expect to cum so soon, but it just felt too good.." He mumbles. "I know I-I cum more than normal, but I've never really seen it f-fill someone before.." He says quietly, looking away from you and trying to hide how embarrassed he is. "'More than normal'? I look like I'm pregnant." You laugh, looking down at your cum-inflated stomach, so big that you can't even see the floor beneath you, a bit of honey still rolling over the surface from dripping earlier. Hopefully it won't take too long for your body to digest all of that. "I-I'll give you a better warning next time, I promise." He huffs, getting on his own knees in front of you and putting a hand on your shoulder to make extra sure you're okay. You smirk, even as some of his cum drips from your mouth. "Already looking forward to next time, huh?" You tease, and he huffs loudly. "T-that's not what I m-meant!" He looks to the side. "B-but yes.."

"We can continue after I get a bit of rest, but for now.." You put a hand on his cheek, turning his gaze towards you and staring into eachothers eyes before you gently pull him into a kiss, both of your faces wet with honey. He's still a blushy mess, but seems at least a little bit more confident than the first time you kissed, putting one arm around your back and putting his other hand on the back of your head, trying not to look away from you despite how much he's blushing. There's a lot of sweet saliva too, dripping from your chins as you somewhat sloppily kiss, the two of you holding eachother close- or at least as close as you can get without him pressing against your stomach. You stare into his eyes the whole time even if he's looking somewhere else, smiling a bit through the kiss. As always his honey taste amazing, even better from the source, swallowing a few mouthfuls of his warm spit into your already overfilled stomach before eventually pulling away, several strands of honey hanging between your faces. He nonchalantly brushes the strings away with a hand before putting it back on you.

"T-that was really lovely, especially for my first, b-but.. what about you? You didn't cum yet." He says, looking down towards your crotch, neither of you able to see it past your pregnant-looking belly. "I have an idea, I just need your help.. I need to stand up first, then need help getting my clothes off. Think you can handle that?" You tell him and smile, and he quickly nods, standing up and reaching a hand down to you. He helps you to your feet, both of you being careful not to jostle your belly, still keeping a hand on you even after you're up on both feet. He seems extra concerned as you wobble, putting his other hand on you and trying to steady you. "C-careful..!" He huffs. "I'm not actually pregnant you know. I just need to adjust to this weight." You say, rolling your eyes. He immediately backs off a bit, but still stands close by. "S-sorry, um.. Should I take your pants off now?" He asks, and you nod. "Please do. I don't remember the last time I've been this horny." You say only mostly serious, feeling your member throb inside your pants, tenting them out underneath your belly.

You try to keep your stomach held up without making the honey inside slosh around too much, giving Thomas some room to work as he kneels down in front of you, trying not to bump into your belly even though his antennae still brush against you. He fumbles with your belt for a few moments before managing to take it off and slowly pulling your pants down to your knees, revealing your precum-soaked underwear. "O-oh wow, it smells nice.. I've n-never actually seen anyone else's pre or cum before, outside of porn I guess, and don't know what it's like since I just have honey.." He says, sounding like he's thinking out loud. "Why don't you get me naked and give it a taste? I can tell you're dying to know~" You chuckle, hearing him squeak quietly before doing just that, his hands carefully grabbing at the sides of your undergarment and pulling down, revealing your musky genitals to him, your cock throbbing just an inch from his lips. While your shaft isn't as big as his, about an inch shorter and thinner, it's still quite an impressive size. You try to look down at him, but can barely see a part of his head. "Maybe we should get into a more comfortable position, this thing is heavy." You grunt. "A-ah, alright." He replies, standing up in front of you. It looks like he's drooling more than he was a few moments ago, even if his honey and spit soaked cock is still soft. He helps you get your clothing the rest of the way off and watches as you sit at the end of your bed, slowly laying on your back with your knees over the side. With a happy sigh you rest your head back on the soft blankets, closing your eyes. "Alright, loverboy. I let you use my mouth, now let me see what yours can do~" You say.

"O-oh my, mmf.. L-let me know if I do something wrong." He mumbles as he kneels between your legs, hands on your thighs while he leans in and takes a deep breath in of your scent. At this point you must smell mostly like him, but you don't think he'd mind that- you certainly don't. "Just don't use teeth and you'll be fine." You chuckle, resting your hands on your belly while he gets comfortable between your legs. There's a few moments of silence before you feel a long, slow lick up your length, making you shiver and moan quietly, a small spurt of precum landing on him. "It's kinda salty.." He mutters, but that doesn't stop him from licking you again, licking your balls as well this time before planting a gentle kiss on your tip. "You're, uhm, throbbing a lot.." He says quietly, before carefully taking an inch of your length into his warm, incredibly wet mouth, gently suckling on it. You don't even respond, just moaning quietly while you enjoy the pleasant sensations from his blowjob, feeling some honey drip down your member and over your balls. At this rate it'd normally take a while for you to cum, but after the oral treatment you gave him you already feel like you aren't far off.

You can tell that he doesn't have much experience- and not just because he told you such- but it feels like he's trying his best. He slowly moves up and down your length, only about an inch at a time, leisurely dragging his soft, wet tongue against your penis while more of your salty pre leaks into his mouth, which he swallows down with the copious amounts of his own saliva. "Try going deeper, I want to see how much you can take..~" You tell him. You'd put a hand on his head, but you can't really reach him past your stomach. He huffs against your crotch, holding still for a moment before he tries going deeper. He stops about halfway down your length and squeezes your thighs, and you can tell why. He quivers for a moment before suddenly gagging loudly, pulling all the way off and gasping for air, coughing a few times. "Ah.. sorry about that, I guess I shouldn't have expected too much." You say awkwardly, not really able to see how he's doing, but his coughs stop quickly before he speaks. "Y-yeah, you made it look so easy, h-heh.." He says, standing up a bit and smiling at you, honey dripping off of his face.

"I have a better idea, actually. Might be better for both of us, at least until you get more practice." You say with a small laugh. He perks up a bit, but stays silent. "Use your hands, instead. You can use your mouth too, but try not to go too deep this time." You tell him, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can look at him a bit more comfortably, at least until he quickly nods and drops back down. "So cute.." You mutter under your breath. A moment later you feel him squeeze your shaft near the base with one of his hands, immediately starting to slowly but firmly stroke it before he plants his lips on the head of your length, catching all of your pre in his mouth. You rest your head back down, letting out a pleased moan while he jerks you off with one hand and gently massages your balls with the other.

It seems like he has more experience with his hands at least, even if it's only because he was able to use them on himself, stroking you a bit faster and using his own sweet saliva as lubricant, lewd sounds and scents filling the air. You slowly lift one of your legs up and rest it on his shoulder, against his neck fluff. He pauses for a moment, looking at your leg right next to his face, before he goes back to pleasing you. Even though it's just his lips and hands on you now he's still making a big mess of drool, dripping from his mouth onto the floor or down your dick, only to coat his hands while he rubs your length. It feels great, and with the pleasure you received while sucking him off, and the small bump from him trying oral on you, it doesn't take much to get you to the edge. "T-Tommy, I'm getting close..!" You warn him, your leg quivering over his shoulder and your hands gripping tight to the sheets while he keeps stroking you. You feel his mouth pull away but his tongue stays on you, the horny bee probably holding his mouth open wide to catch all of your seed while he jerks you off. You can't hold back any longer, and with a loud cry of pleasure you climax, spurred on by his rapid stroking and his aphrodisiac-like honey. Gooey ropes of cum splatter all over his tongue and face, continuing to jerk you off even as you make a big mess of him. You can hear him moaning too, just enough for you to hear over your own pleasant moaning. He closes his mouth over your tip as your orgasm begins to dwindle down, swallowing the cum on his tongue and gently sucking out every last drop until he's sure you're done.

"That felt great.." You sigh as he pulls away from you and stands up, looking over at you. Stringy, white cum decorates his face, some on his neck fluff or some even up in his poofy, yellow hair. He's still drooling, of course. "I-I'm glad you liked it, I liked it too.." He says quietly, carefully climbing onto the bed with you. "It tastes different than I expected, a lot more gooey than mine too." He huffs. You raise an eyebrow, looking over at him. "You've tasted your own cum before, hm?" You ask. "W-well I had to make sure it tastes okay before I s-sold it..!" He stammers, blushing quite a bit once again, not that he ever really stopped blushing since he entered your apartment. You laugh a bit at his response, leaning in and giving his cummy cheek a kiss. "I'm exhausted after that.. I take it you've never slept with anyone else before?" You ask him, and his silence says everything. "Let's get under the blankets and change that, then. Don't worry about the mess, I'll have to clean the whole bed after this anyways." You tell him, and he quickly nods. You shuffle back, letting him pull the blankets down and sitting next to you, carefully pulling the blankets up over the two of you and being extra careful to not move your belly around. "Ah.. thanks, sweetie. Cmere." You say, laying on your back and resting your head back on a pillow, the big bee slowly moving closer and laying on his side next to you. "I know we didn't do much this time, but I just wasn't prepared to drink so much." You laugh tiredly, though you stop when you feel one of his hands on your belly underneath the blanket, gently rubbing and massaging you. His other arm goes underneath you, lightly hugging you against him. It feels surprisingly nice, and you huff quietly. "I-it's okay, I really loved it.. and I love you.." He says the last part under his breath, but you still hear him. "I love you too, Tommy." You give his face a little kiss before closing your eyes and starting to fall asleep while he rubs your belly, the bee soon following suit and dozing off with you in his embrace..

The next morning, both of you wake up all sticky and musky, still absolutely enamoured with eachother. Your stomach has mostly shrunk back down, leaving you with just a bit more softness on your belly than normal- but you aren't sure if that's from the honey left inside you, or if it's fat from how much you digested. He keeps insisting on leaving, supposedly having forgotten to do something at his home, so you at least help him clean up a bit before seeing off, making sure that you both share your phone number with the other. The rest of your day is rather mundane, with you and him texting eachother back and forth. Later in the day you send him a rather suggestive photo of yourself, and his reaction is pretty much exactly what you expected: Lots of keysmashing and blushing emojis, and even a 'thank you'. That leads to him suggesting something quite fun. Tomorrow, the day before his next shift at work, he wants you to help him milk his honey out into the buckets and jars. You eagerly accept, excited to see your cute little bee boyfriend again, and thinking about what you'll do with him.

END OF PART 1