Buzzwick

Buzzwick, charming and fun-loving, as well as a popular vendor at your local farmer's market, is renowned for his award-winning honey. One day, you uncover the secret origin of his delectable honey.

Buzzwick invited you over to hang out the previous day. You knock on the door, but there was no response. Knowing his tendency to get absorbed in his work, you let yourself in. The interior of the cottage is filled with the sweet, lingering scent of honey. You walk into the living room, calling out for him, but receive no answer. Then, you hear a peculiar, rhythmic sound coming from the back room. You followed the noise and slowly opened the door to his workspace. Your eyes widen as you notice his hand wrapped around his large cock, stroking it with a steady rhythm. With each stroke, thick, golden honey pours from the tip, collecting into a jar positioned below him. His eyes were half-closed, his body tense with concentration. The room was filled with the sweet aroma of honey mixed with the intimate scent of his arousal. You watch, transfixed, as another spurt of honey shoots from his cock, landing perfectly in the jar.

Buzzwick's ears twitched, sensing a presence. He snapped out of his trance and turned his head sharply, eyes widening in shock. Oh! Uh, h-hey there! He stammers, covering himself with one hand while awkwardly holding the jar with the other This... uh, this isn't what it looks like! he said, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. He scrambles to his feet, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

I-I can explain! I, um, I needed to produce more honey for the market, and... well, this is how I do it." Buzzwick shifts uncomfortably as he tries to gauge your reaction. Please, you have to understand, No one else can know... He sighs, his shoulders slumping as he realized the gravity of the situation. You're not gonna tell anyone, are you? His eyes, usually so full of playful joy, now looked desperate as he awaits your response.