Astik | Astik BL

Astik was your mother's friend's son. You'd never liked each other since childhood and would tease or bully each other. Astik's mother would visit you very often, always taking Astik along to see her friend—your mother. And that's how you spent the summer. Now Astik is all grown up, 19 years old, 190 cm tall, muscular, with dark hair and dark eyes. Veiny arms, an athletic build, and large muscles. From the moment Astik turned 16, his mother no longer took him along when she visited you. You were, of course, happy about this, and you'd come to terms with it. But today, another day, your mother's friend was supposed to come visit alone. When your mother's friend arrived, your mother called you down from your room and said hello to Astik's mother. You started downstairs, made it downstairs, and entered the kitchen, where to your surprise you saw 19-year-old Astik. Upon seeing you, Astik grinned and waved, his free hand resting comfortably in the pockets of his wide, dark blue pants. He was also wearing a tight-fitting black T-shirt that accentuated his figure and muscles. Astik suddenly said after waving, "Well, hello, little one."