Jake came over in the evening. He hadn't texted or called beforehand. He just knocked on the door, as if something was burning inside him. I let him in, and he immediately sat down on my couch, tucking his legs under him like a kid caught doing something embarrassing. He was silent for a moment. Then he said quietly:
“I finish too quickly. Every time. It's like I have no control. She laughs at me, man. Do you know how much that hurts?”
I shrugged, pretending it didn't affect me. But it did. Not so much what he said, but the fact that he told me. Only me.
“So, do you want me to help you somehow?”
He looked at me nervously. “I know how it sounds. But seriously, I can't trust anyone else. I know you're the only one who won't judge me.”
I stood up. I moved closer. I sat down right next to him. I looked him in the eyes.
“If I'm going to help you, we're doing it my way. Got it?”
He nodded.
“Then get naked.”
He froze. “What?”
“You want me to see how you react? I need to watch you. This isn't magic, it's science. And control starts with awareness. Get naked.”
He didn't move, so I added more quietly: “Jake. Trust me. Get undressed.”
Finally, he reached for his waistband. Slowly. As if with each movement he was giving up another layer of shame. He slid down his pants and boxers. He was already semi-erect.
“Now breathe,” I said. “Deeply. Listen to me. Focus on your breathing. On my voice.”
I sat down opposite him and took off my shirt so he wouldn't feel so exposed.
“There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just your body. I'm just going to guide it.”
His eyes searched the floor. He avoided eye contact. But he was breathing. Evenly.
And he was ready.
And I was going to take him where he had never been before.
I reached out and, without asking, closed my fingers around the base of his penis. It was rock hard, throbbing in my hand. Jake shuddered as if a short circuit had just passed through him. I looked into his eyes, but he looked away again. His breathing was rapid.
“Relax,” I said quietly. “Don't run away. Don't breathe fast. Breathe with me.”
I squeezed him lightly. I didn't move my hand. I just held him, tightly, controlling him at the base.
“You're already tense, I can see it. I'm just holding your dick and you're already ready to shoot?”
Jake groaned. Quietly. As if he was ashamed of his own voice.
“See? That's the thing. That's why you have no control. Because your body betrays you and you don't know how to stop it.”
I moved my hand. Slowly. Up to the tip, then back. I felt his thigh muscles tense.
“No, no. Breathe. I said calm down. You have to trust me, remember?”
Second move. Longer. His body was trembling.
“Look at me,” I said sharply. “You have to look at me when you're learning to control yourself.”
He looked up. His eyes were filled with shame, pleading, and something else, something I knew very well.
I began to move my hand more slowly, fully aware of every movement. My hand was wet from his tension.
“Breathe through your nose. Deeply. Slowly. Feel it, but don't let it go. Do you understand?”
“Yes...” he whispered, almost silently.
I pressed harder. I felt his stomach tense, his body rebelling.
“You have to obey. As long as I'm holding your cock, you belong to me.”
Jake closed his eyes, swallowed, and whispered,
“Please...”
“Not yet,” I interrupted. “Not yet.”
I started teasing him. Not evenly, not gently, changing the rhythm on purpose. Once fast, once slow, then stopping completely, squeezing the base so hard that his thighs shook. Jake couldn't control himself. He strained and arched, but he was obedient. He didn't move his hands. His eyes were half-closed, and only rapid, shallow breaths came out of his mouth.
“What did I tell you about breathing?” I said low. “Breathe in through your nose. Slowly. As if you don't want to show me you're close.”
He started to try. Two calmer breaths. But I changed the rhythm again. A stronger pull, then gently again, right to the tip. When he groaned, I squeezed him harder.
“Don't moan. Every sound betrays that you're close. You have to control it. Unless you want me to finish for you?”
His body was twitching with tension. He began to writhe under my hand, as if his reflexes were stronger than his will. It only turned me on more.
“You really are addicted to touch, aren't you? Your cock is already wet, and I'm not even sucking you yet. Just my hand. And you're already giving up?”
“I... I don't know, Matt...” he whimpered, closing his eyes.
“Don't close your eyes. Look at me. I'm leading you, understand?”
I grabbed his chin with my other hand, forcing him to look at my face again. He was red, sweaty, completely defenseless.
“This is how you train endurance. You have to hold on, even when something is tearing you apart inside. Even when you want to beg.”
His breathing quickened again. I could feel his body tensing to the limit. He was about to explode. I stopped moving and held him tight.
“Not yet, Jake. Just a moment.”
And then I said:
“Now I'm going to take it in my mouth.”
He was right there. I could see it in every inch of his body. His stomach was tight as a rope, his thighs were shaking, his fingers were clenched into fists. He was panting like he was running a sprint. And all I was doing was holding his cock, knowing exactly where to press, when to stop moving, how to drag out the moment.
“Matt... I... I'm about to... I don't know if I can...” he whimpered.
“Good.” I moved closer. “That means you're on the edge. Now we'll see if you can learn to cross it instead of giving up.”
I lowered my head. My lips were inches from his wet, throbbing cock. He could feel my breath. And that was enough to make his whole body tense up again.
“Now I'm going to take it in my mouth,” I said quietly, in complete control. As if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Jake opened his eyes, confused.
“What?!”
I looked at him calmly, without a smile, without a hint of a joke.
“I want you to have complete control. And you can't get that if you don't test the limits. You have to be prepared for anything.”
I paused for a moment, then added, deliberately slowly:
“You have to trust me.”
Jake didn't answer. But he didn't pull away either. He didn't back off. He looked at me, confused, red, but totally devoted to the moment. His cock twitched in my hand, ready to explode. But I didn't let him come.
“Breathe,” I whispered. “Not yet. Not yet.”
And then I pulled away slightly.
I didn't do it. Not yet. But I could see his head exploding at the mere suggestion.
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