Tantricks

“You want me to do what?”

“You heard me,” said John. “I want you to have sex with my kid brother.” He paused to give his buddy more time to deal with the shock of the request. “Look, the kid just graduated and he’s still a virgin. He wants to get it on with a guy, but he’s afraid of HIV and that shit, so he keeps to himself. He’s miserable, man.”

John paused again and gazed at his friend. Brett gazed back at him, acknowledging the dilemma with a troubled, half-grin. John’s eyes gave Brett’s hunky body a quick, head-to-foot scan. “He thinks you’re super hot. I bet you’re his jackoff fantasy every night.”

Brett smiled, somewhat embarrassed. He knew that John, thoroughly straight, found it difficult to share his apartment with a gay brother. Yet he did it, maybe to compensate for all the teasing and mocking he’d heaped on Jason in the past.

“I think he’s hot, too,” Brett admitted.

John grinned. “I know he’d be safe with you. That’s why I’m asking you to get together with him.”

The two guys looked at each other nervously for a moment. “What the hell,” said Brett. “Sure, I’ll do it.”

“Cool! When Jason gets home from work, I’ll give him some CDs for you to burn for me. He should be at your place around 6 P.M.”

“OK. Pretty sneaky of you, but thanks for the date, man!” said Brett.

Jason showed up as promised, carrying a plastic bag at his side.

“Whatcha got in there, sport?” said Brett, looking at the kid’s crotch instead of the plastic bag.

“My brother wants you do make copies of these. Do ya have time to do it now?”

“Sure, doing it is no problem,” replied Brett, smiling to himself as he thought about “doing it” with the kid. His dick began to harden.

The two guys walked into the bedroom. Brett sat down at his computer. While Jason found a chair to pull up alongside him, Brett opened a CD-burning program. The window covered most of the gay porn website he’d been viewing before his visitor arrived. Part of one photo still remained visible, however—the muscular, bare-skinned thighs of a guy lying on a beach. The image immediately made Jason sit up and take notice. Despite the tightness of his Levi’s, the kid’s dick immediately sat up also. Brett could almost feel the heat pouring from Jason’s crotch.

“What’s that photo?” asked the teen hesitantly.

Brett clicked on it to display the whole image. Jason’s heart began to beat fast when he saw it—the model wore a skimpy silver swimsuit that displayed a horizontal bulge extending to the guy’s side.

“Wow,” exclaimed the teen.

“Yeah, he’s a hot one,” said Brett. “Looks like it’s ten inches at least. Too bad he’s wearing that brief. If you’ve got it, show it—right?”

“Uh huh,” agreed Jason softly, feeling his cock pound. He glanced down at it, hoping the bulge in his denim hadn’t become too noticeable. No luck.

“I bet you’ve got something to show, too,” observed Brett with a grin. “How ‘bout it?”

“Yeah,” answered Jason, slowly unzipping his jeans as if hypnotized by the moment.

“Stand up,” said Brett.

The kid rose and pulled down his Levi’s. He wore a white brief that looked remarkably like the one in the photo. Brett put his hand around the lengthy bulge. A burst of pleasure jolted Jason like an electric shock. He gasped, stunned by the sensation of a guy’s hand on his cock for the first time.

The experience greatly aroused Brett as well. He had never felt such a rigid tool. He tried again and again to push his fingertips into it without success. The kid grunted in ecstasy. A load of pre-cum shot out, saturating the white cloth. Brett backed Jason against the wall and held him there with the huge tool. He tried again to conquer the rock-like pole. The teen gripped Brett’s body with both hands and pulled him closer. He put his chin on the guy’s shoulder, praying that he would maintain the hold on his cock.

“Don’t worry,” reassured Brett, “I’m not gonna let go.”

The unexpected and wonderful response to his prayer exhilarated Jason. His rod pulsed wildly, quickly filling with more pleasure than even its mammoth size could hold.

“Ahhh!” grunted the teen, unable to stop the uprush of cum.

Brett had seen many guys shoot off, but the power of Jason’s sperm blasts amazed him. They jetted through the brief like it didn’t exist. In the excitement, Brett’s own juice exploded under his Levi’s. Joining Jason, he instantly became pleasure’s slave.

The kid’s big gun kept firing after Brett’s had stopped. Jason’s brief became heavy with sperm, covering it inside and out. As the teen continued to ejaculate, cum fell to the floor in large drops.

“Yeah, give it all to me,” whispered Brett, aghast at the incredible amount.

Jason did give him everything. The effort left him breathing hard and still unable to move. Lost in a strange mood of happiness and vulnerability, he wondered what would happen next. Brett let go of the cock, then carefully pulled the wet cloth away from Jason’s smooth skin and looked inside.

“Awesome, man,” he said quietly. Thick sperm coated the brief’s front and sides, Jason’s entire lower gut, his ballsack, and the massive cock. Brett stripped off the soaking jock. “You can’t go home with this on,” he said with a humorous twinge in his voice.

“I don’t wanna go home,” replied the kid.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” said Jason. He reached out and put his hand on Brett’s fly. He fingered the upright cock through the Levi’s. “You’re wet, too.”

Brett opened and removed his 501’s to give the kid a look. Jason put his hand around the tool and held it firmly. He had looked at Brett’s Levi bulge for years, wondering about it, longing to someday feel what lay underneath. Overjoyed at fulfilling his dream, he squeezed the cock several times.

Brett grunted in appreciation. He pulled off Jason’s shirt, his own shirt, and took hold of the kid’s giant rod. The kid groaned loudly in pleasure. “You wanna cum again?”

“Yeah,” gasped Jason, putting his arms around the naked stud.

Brett pushed him down on the bed and re-gripped the big cock. It began to pulse furiously. “Let’s go slower this time and make it last.”

“I don’t think I’ll can hold out very long,” said Jason, thrilled at having his idol’s hand around his rod once more.

“Ever heard of tantric sex?” asked Brett. “It’s Asian. The idea is to delay an orgasm for as long as possible. Some guys can do it for hours. Since you’re not going home, let’s give it a shot,” suggested Brett.

“I’ll try,” said Jason gamely.

Brett released the cock and began to move his hand slowly around the kid’s gut. After a while the sensual massage lured Jason into a relation mode. Tenseness gradually left his muscles. But one muscle stayed tense and hard, unwilling to relax. Every few seconds it twitched at Brett, begging him to touch it again.

The stud continued the gut massage, carefully avoiding contact with the cock—difficult due to the pole’s great length. Several minutes later, he stretched out alongside Jason and pulled him onto his side into a sixty-nine position. He put his mouth around as much of the rod as he could.

“Ah!” grunted Jason in sudden pleasure.

Brett did nothing to stimulate the cock. He simply held it in his mouth, pressing his tongue against the rod to keep it from moving. Nevertheless, it delivered incredible pleasure. It was, after all, the first time Jason had felt the warmth of a guy’s mouth around his cock. Brett stroked the kid’s beautifully shaped ass to relax him. It worked. He gradually moved his butt massage toward the crack. When Brett wedged a finger between the cakes, Jason jerked in momentary fear. But further massaging of the asscrack calmed him. In time the finger found his hole. Brett played with the spot until the kid grew accustomed to the feeling. Then he slowly worked the finger inside.

Jason gasped as Brett’s finger went deeper and deeper, opening up a new area of pleasure for the teen. His big cock ejected some pre-cum. Brett pulled the finger out and re-entered the hole, causing the cock to spurt more juice. Gradually he began to treat Jason to some slow, steady finger fucking. That brought more tasty spurts from the cockhead. Periodically Brett had to pause in order to keep the kid from exploding.

In the meantime, Jason found it impossible to go on merely staring at Brett’s rod. He closed his mouth around it. Brett pushed his finger in deeper to thank the kid. Jason held the stud with both hands, awestruck by the prize in his mouth. He started to explore the cock with his tongue, feeling its hard veins and pulsing skin.

The maneuver eventually brought Jason his first taste of cum. The cock ejected only a single squirt of pre-cum, but taking some of his idol’s juice gave him a tremendous rush: Brett had now become part of himself. The thought threatened to push him over the edge.

Brett slowly slid his finger out of Jason’s hole and resumed the calming butt-massage. That helped the kid regain control. Brett gave the beautiful ass several friendly slaps that meant, “You’re doin’ good, man.”

As a further reward, Brett tickled the big tool with his tongue. The teen responded with loud grunts. Brett continued the sexy tongue-teasing. He particularly loved watching the cock react to it with wild jumps—and numerous pre-cum squirts. Gradually the brief emissions settled into an even flow. Brett savored every drop he drew from the teen. The shaft yearned to erupt, but Jason fought the urge and gave the hunk free reign.

Early evening passed. Darkness filtered into the room. Soon it had completely enveloped the guys. Attached to each other by thirsty mouths and unselfish cocks, they made very few movements on the bed. Jason’s pre-cum had no end. The kid gave it to his hunky idol in a self-renewing stream. The sound of Brett’s sexy swallows alone provided enough incentive for the teen to keep the juice coming.

Although Jason’s sperm-flow remained constant, his pleasure increased. This increase happened over such a long period that for many minutes the kid was not consciously aware of it. But finally his body began to react. Twinges of ecstasy caused him to squirm in delight. He opened his legs, splitting them wider and wider. The pleasure grew. He felt it spreading throughout his long sex muscle. The teen grunted loudly as his cum tube swelled with ecstasy. He stopped sucking Brett and rolled onto his back, ready to submit to his idol.

That’s when Brett switched gears. Knowing that any further stimulation would make the cock erupt, he turned his attention to the teen’s balls. First, he secured Jason in one of his favorite wrestling holds, a crucifix. With his legs scissoring the kid’s outstretched left arm and a hand restraining the right arm, Brett had the guy trapped. Lying across Brett’s side, Jason could only take a bridge position. This gave Brett what he wanted—easy access to the teen’s open crotch. He took the hard nutsack in his right hand.

Jason yelled in surprise as Brett began to squeeze. “Don’t hurt ‘em, man!”

“Relax and learn to take it, man,” said Brett, commandingly.

The frightened kid had never paid much attention to his nuts in fantasies or in his frequent jackoff sessions. Certainly no one else had touched them. He tried to escape by forcing his arms out of the crucifix.

“Yeah, struggle!” said Brett. “I like that!”

Jason’s cock twitched as he made a few more futile escape attempts.

“I’ve got ‘em, buddy! You’ll have to get used to some ball rasslin’!”

The kid wondered if Brett was giving him some sort of test to pass, like a test-of-strength, or like finding out how many pushups he could do. He decided to tough it out.

A nearby street light brought just enough light into the room to allow Brett see the trapped teen and his immense pole. Brett watched it closely while he went to work on Jason’s extremely large balls. Brett first concentrated on a single ‘nad—the larger one on the right. Brett clutched it firmly with the ends of all five fingers. The teen’s athletic body stiffened in fear as Brett slowly pushed his fingers into the golf-ball sized testicle.

“Ah! No!” gasped Jason in terror.

Brett ignored the predictable reaction and pushed the fingers farther. “Pain and pleasure go together. They’re part of the same thing. You’ll see.”

Confused and terrified, the helpless teen couldn’t respond. But he felt his cock getting more jumpy. Its inside began to tickle more and more. Whatever Brett was doing made his cock become increasingly excited. Despite the pain he felt, Jason found himself saying to Brett, “Yeah, squeeze my nut.”

The idol applied more pressure. A strange sensation emerged inside the big gonad. The teen gasped loudly, questioning why he’d made such a risky remark to Brett. But it was too late. He knew what he had to do—to lay there on his back, immobilized by the crucifix and take the squeeze like a man.

Brett continued to work on the huge gonad. His squeezes gradually became more extreme. As he did, he felt the testicle becoming harder. “Yeah,” grunted Brett.

“Fuck! Ahhh!” grunted the kid, trying to deal with the pain. His mind distracted him with a sudden barrage of thoughts and images from the past. He recalled the look on the face of his school buddy Bill, who he caught gazing longingly at the big bulge in Jason’s jeans. He saw Bill’s hand reach toward it. But Jason turned away in fear. He heard Bill’s almost pleading voice saying, “It’s O.K. It’s O.K….”

As he returned to reality, his voice involuntarily said the same thing repeatedly to Brett: “It’s O.K.”

Brett took this as Jason’s a go-ahead for more serious work on the testicle. He began to twist the hard oval to one side.

“Fuck! Fuck!” yelled the teen.

Brett twisted more, then helding the ‘nad in that position. The kid’s cock seethed with pleasure. Pre-cum started to ooze from its head. Brett kept up the hold, elated at Jason’s guts. The kid’s big cock lifted itself, infused with new excitement. Brett now initiated a slow, downward pull on the ‘nad. Applying this added pressure turned Brett on big time. He yelled as much as Jason did.

The teen could feel Brett pulling his ball lower and lower, stretching the sack to an unbelievable degree. He opened both hands as though about to grasp something that might help him. But all that he grasped was air. The testicle became extraordinarily hard.

“Yeah, this one has the most sperm,” said Brett.

Jason watched pre-cum push out of his cock hole and drain down onto his gut.

“Keep it coming, man!” urged Brett.

The draining sperm did go on and on. Brett released the ‘nad only when Jason’s pole began to buck toward an orgasm.

After a pause, Brett enclosed both balls in his hand and started in on them with heavy-duty grips and pulls. “Great nuts, guy,” said Brett. “Really great nuts.”

As the night proceeded, Jason not only became used to Brett’s on-going ball work, he stayed powerfully aroused by it. When the teen’s pleasure reached a dangerous peak, Brett released the sack until it diminished, then he went back to work on it.

“Fuck!” exclaimed the kid. “Let me cum! I wanna cum for you again!”

“We’ll see,” replied Brett. He put the tips of his first two fingers and thumb against the firm nuts and stroked them lightly.

“Ah!” sighed Jason, feeling tingles of pleasure across them.

More stroking transformed the tingles into spasms.

“I love your balls, man,” whispered Brett, fingering the testicles with erotic squeezes.

The teen’s pleasure mushroomed once more. Brett could see it grip the pole. He gave the balls a buddy-slap—not too hard and not too soft. The cock immediately spit out a load of pre-cum in response. Brett saw it glisten in the half-light, like a miniature meteor shooting within his bedroom. Jason grunted, ready to cum in full force.

But now Brett slowed his ballwork to the use of a single finger, a fact that greatly frustrated the kid. He snaked it between the pleasure-stiff testicles. The teen’s pole jumped.

Brett waited a moment, then moved the fingertip in deeper. Jason gasped. After another pause, Brett pushed again, until the fingertip reached the hard base of the rigid shaft.

Jason gasped loudly. Brett had discovered through experiments on himself and others that this spot, buried behind the balls, was very sensitive to physical contact. It could dramatically escalate pleasure in an aroused guy if worked on in the right way. Accordingly, Brett approached Jason’s cock-root with caution. He nudged it lightly, causing the cock to twitch. He did it again, then again. Gradually he increased the pressure and the frequency of nudges, forcing the cock to release pre-cum in a fairly even flow.

Jason moaned in satisfaction as the juice oozed out of him. Brett had fun wickedly tantalizing the cock-root with pokes that drove Jason to a climax, then pausing before the teen’s sperm pump could kick into action. He did it countless times. He made Jason ride the edge of an orgasm for so long that the continuous pleasure had completely immobilized the kid. His body froze. He couldn’t speak, he could only gasp.

Brett removed his finger from the tight basket and stared at the handsome youth. Jason’s magnificent pole dripped with abundant, luscious sex juice. It was time to switch gears. Brett released the crucifix and told the kid to sit up on his knees. Jason complied, hoping that whatever Brett did next would make him cum. The teen looked awesome as he sat on the mattress—his strong thighs spread widely apart, his mammoth ballsack hanging between them, and the breathtakingly long pole, glistening with pre-cum in the dim light.

Brett pushed the top of his head against Jason’s chest and stared down at the teen’s oozing, upright cock. Brett slid his head lower and lower down his chest. Jason’s shaft twitched, anticipating the feel of Brett’s mouth around it. Jason spread his thighs wider. His heart raced. The cock seemed to stretch upward to meet Brett’s mouth. But the hunk held back, torturing Jason with delay. Finally he slid his head lower, opened his mouth and took hold of the big prize.

The teen’s body jerked. Brett started to rub the shaft with his tongue—slowly, passionately. Jason grunted in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the body-ravaging pleasure. Its power felt almost painful. It struck him first in the sensitive, bottom area of his pole that Brett had worked on for so long. Then it moved higher, as though in slow-motion.

The teen grabbed Brett’s head and tried to push it lower. But Brett resisted, figuring that if he took all of the cock, Jason would quickly climax.

The kid stopped pushing and held onto Brett’s muscular upper-body. Groaning loudly in expectation, he began to yield to the rising pleasure brewed by Brett’s hot tongue. The hunk caressed the cock as long as he dared. Then he freed the flexing sex muscle and pushed the kid to the mattress on his back, preventing an orgasm by only a few seconds.

Missing his orgasm, Jason cried out in desperation. He reached for his shaft to finish the job. But Brett grabbed his arms and instantly pinned them to the mattress.

“I get to play longer!” grinned Brett. He pushed his cock into the teen’s mouth, making him quickly forget about his wished-for climax. Brett leaned forward, burying the full length of his shaft in the kid.

“Go ahead, suck it. Try to get me,” challenged Brett.

Jason explored the cock eagerly with his tongue.

“Oh yeah, that feels great!”

Bolstered with a compliment from his hunky idol, the teen started to tongue the rod more seriously.

“You do it good, kid.” He grinned and added, “I’ll let you have some.”

At that moment, Jason felt a big spurt of pre-cum shoot into his mouth. He wondered if that had been a coincidence, or if the hunk had somehow achieved complete mastery of his cock and his ball-juice. Was that possible? He wondered as he kept up the rubbing.

“Fuck! You’ve got the touch, man!” said Brett. “See if you can swallow this….”

A thick load of cum fired into the kid’s throat. So thick that it made Jason gag a little.

Brett laughed and pulled out this shaft.

“How did you do that?” asked Jason breathlessly.

“Tantric, like I said.”

The teen looked up at Brett admiringly. “Can you teach me?” he said, gazing hypnotically at the beautiful shaft poised above him.

“Yes, later. But now I have something else for you.”

He turned Jason over onto his stomach and stretched out on top of him.

“My cock likes you, man,” he whispered, putting his arms around Jason and nibbling on his left ear.

The kid smiled.

“It wants to make us partners.”

Jason felt Brett’s warm cock settle into his asscrack. “Yes….yes….” he whispered.

Brett eased his cockhead into Jason’s hole without a hand assist. The teen flinched a little as he felt it push inside him. But, although the intrusion was a new sensation for the youth, the fact that the cock belonged to Brett gave him the reassurance he needed.

Brett took a long time inserting his tool. The kid groaned in a low sexy voice as he accepted more and more of it.

“Yeah, it’s longer than you thought, buddy!” Despite Brett’s ability to control his excitement, he was surprised at how turned-on he became while entering the teen. “What a great ass you have,” he said. “What a great body!”

The rod went deeper and deeper. Jason raised his head off the mattress in fear.

“It’s O.K.,” said Brett. “You’ve got almost all of it.”

Brett had lied, but at least Jason felt better. The hunk continued to work his rod into the young ass. Jason gasped.

“You’re doin’ fine, kid. My cock and your ass make a good match, right?”

Jason groaned. “Yeah, yeah,” he said haltingly.
At last Brett had his tool totally within the handsome ass. The hunk laid motionless on Jason’s back for a number of minutes, kissing his neck and giving the teen lots of time to get used to the presence of the long rod.

“How does it feel now?” asked Brett.

“It’s good. I’ve got your whole cock, right?”

“Yes sir, the whole thing.” Brett wiggled his butt to demonstrate.

Jason laughed. He loved having the hunk inside him.

With the teen now more relaxed, Brett slowly started to move his cock back and forth. Thousands of pleasure cells began to awaken inside Jason’s tight hole. The kid grunted. Brett built up speed very gradually. Still stretched out on top of Jason, he kept his arms tightly wrapped around the teen. The hunk acknowledged his own pleasure with loud, repeated grunts. But the fucking soon brought him more enjoyment than he had planned on. “You’re so sexy, kid!”

Pleasure began to stab into his tool with every thrust. It became like a wild horse struggling for its freedom. Brett did not intend to shoot off, but that proved to be an imposing challenge to him.

Jason didn’t help matters. “Yes, fuck me!” he yelled. He grasped Brett’s arms to make sure the hunk stayed on him and inside him.

Brett began to doubt his level of control. Perspiration broke out all over his body. Then the teen suddenly constricted his sphincter muscle, squeezing his idol’s sex muscle.

“Ah……that’s cheatin’!” exclaimed the hunk. The added pressure pushed his cock into an even higher gear of excitement. Brett gasped, feeling his juice ready to leap up. He pulled out of Jason just in time, sat on the teen’s back and watched his tool jump, anxiously straining to explode. It did shoot some cum onto Jason’s back, but could not quite succeed in reaching the point that would empty his ballsack.

Presently he stretched out Jason once more. “Shit, you almost got me, man. Nobody can do that so easily!”

The teen giggled. “And you’re mister control!” he mocked.

“That’s enough out of you,” grinned the hunk.

“There’s never enough out of me,” smiled Jason.

“Let’s see about that,” countered Brett. He put his arms around the teen and pulled him up on all fours. Resuming his position on Jason’s back, Brett lowered his arms to Jason’s sides, reached under him and took hold of the long cock with both hands.

“Ah…” said the teen, glad to feel more pleasure re-invade his shaft. “Put your cock in me again.”

Brett didn’t know if the request was a dare or not, but he eased his tool inside anyway.

“It just feels so good in there,” said the kid.

Brett began to slowly rock Jason’s body forward and back with his shaft. At the same time, all ten of his fingers tickled and played with the teen’s cock.

Jason’s eyes closed in absolute paradise. “Oh god, never stop doing this.”

Brett closed his eyes too, equally lost in an oblivion of pleasure.

The kid’s cock soon started to leak pre-cum. “Are you gonna let me cum this time?” asked Jason softly.

“I’m thinkin’ about it,” replied Brett with a grin. He moved his left hand to Jason’s ballsack. Brett felt and prodded the big gonads with all five fingertips. “They’re really bulgin’ with juice, man.” He taunted the ‘nads with more poking and friendly squeezing, causing Jason to utter deep, erotic moans. Brett continued, “It wouldn’t be cool to keep all this juice of yours locked up inside these sexy guys.”

Hearing the hunk talk about his balls in that way sent a thrill of pleasure through Jason’s outstretched shaft. Brett added to the pleasure by taking hold of the teen’s cockhead with his right hand. He kept the ballsack captive with his left hand, but hooked his thumb around the base of the shaft to hold it steady.

“Oh yeah,” said Brett, feeling the wet cockhead. “You got the head all prepped for me.” He stopped rocking Jason with his embedded cock and began to gently stroke the inflamed cockhead.

“Oh man….” grunted the kid, suddenly seized by the rapidly escalating pleasure.

Soon more pre-cum ejected, which Brett used to make the head’s hard surface even more slippery. Then he investigated the cum-hole with a finger. Its rim stiffened as he slowly slid his fingertip around it. Jason’s body jerked. His cock did also. Brett continued to caress the excited cum-hole, driving Jason crazy with intense, almost painful pleasure.

“Take it, man. How much torture can you stand?”

The teen could only gasp.

Brett kept at the hole’s tight rim, forcing it to become a solid ridge. The sexy maneuver made his own cock swell inside Jason’s ass.

Another spurt of cum hit Brett’s finger. He knew he had to give the cock-hole a rest, or the teen could out-fox him and explode in a sudden orgasm. He moved his fingers to the upper half of the teen’s shaft and started to jack it slowly, masterfully.

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed Jason. The position of Brett’s fingers on his cock exactly matched that of the teen when he juiced himself. But having his hunky idol do it made the experience even more exhilarating. This kid’s body rippled with raw pleasure. “Yeah, milk me! Milk it all outa me!” he begged, as Brett slid his fingers up and down the cum-lubricated shaft.

Deep pleasure groans erupted from the teen as Brett moved his fingers along the cock. But the carefully calculated, mesmerizing motion of the hunk’s fingers amounted to an agonizing slowness for Jason.

“Faster!” exclaimed the kid.

“Take it easy,” said Brett. “We’ve got lots of time.”

The hunk’s fingers continued to crawl up the shaft, then and down the shaft, at the same unaltered pace. In addition, the fingers exerted only a light, feather-like pressure on the tight cock-skin. This understated jacking-off added to Jason’s impatience, and his craving for an orgasm.

The teen spread his legs wide. Since a leg-spread always made him feel sexier when he saw a guy do it, or he did it himself, he hoped that would help to push him over the edge. But it didn’t do the job. Then he tried to rapidly fuck Brett’s hand. But the hunk stopped that with a warning ball squeeze. He finally gave up the attempts.

“I’ve got you, kid,” said the hunk as he continued his slow but intense work on the sex muscle. “Your cock is my slave. It will only do what I want.” To prove it, he rubbed one of the shaft’s supersensitive pleasure areas with a little more pressure. The teen’s body stiffened in pleasure, and his cum leaped upward—but only halfway up his cock.

“You fucker!” said the exasperated teen.

“I can even milk ya without stroking it.” He stopped, located a particular spot, and put a weak, pinch-like hold on the tight cock-skin. A few seconds later the kid’s butt started to gyrate in pleasure. Soon his juice made another move to escape. Jason grunted as it shot out of the ballsack. A big load did burst from the cockhead, yet only one.

“How do you do that stuff?” asked the confused and frustrated teen.

“It’s all about control,” Brett replied, resuming his slow stroking of the excited rod. “You can learn, but it takes practice. Wanna start?”

“Yeah—since you’re not gonna let me cum anyway! What do I do?”

“When you get really aroused, try to hold the thought of your juice staying within your cock, that you have power over where it goes. Try it.”

Brett’s irresistible stroking soon had the teen’s cum ready to erupt again. Jason grunted as he fought the building pleasure. But despite the slowness of the fingers sliding up and down his cock, the kid couldn’t halt the cum. Brett had to let go of the shaft to kill the climax.

They tried it over and over during the night. When Jason reached the peak of pleasure, Brett would prevent the orgasm at the last second. Discouraged, the teen wanted to give up. He pleaded to the hunk to make him shoot.

“No deal, buddy,” said Brett. “I like workin’ on your shaft too much to stop.” He continued to make the teen’s pleasure rise and fall at his discretion, pushing his energy to the limit. After several hours, fatigue began to overcome Jason. But the hunk kept stroking the always-eager cock, which regularly delivered as much pre-cum as he needed to keep its tight surface well-lubricated.

“Fuck! Make me cum!” cried the pleasure-ravaged teen. “My cock needs to shoot!”

“I have a deal for you. Let me milk it for another hour and I’ll let you stay here permanently. I’ll give you more orgasms than you can ever count.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I have plenty of room for you here.” He began to tempt him with some awesomely pleasurable stroking.

“God, that feels so good….” groaned the distracted kid. “Do you think my brother will object to me moving out on him?”

“I know he’ll be OK with it. He wants you to be happy. So do I.”

While Jason thought it over, Brett turned the shaft-pleasure up another notch.

“Ahhh! I wanna cum so bad, man!” groaned Jason. He could hardly think about anything except his cock, but an opportunity to live with his idol was too good to turn down. “Lets’ do it,” he finally said. His cockhead celebrated the decision by shooting a big spurt of pre-cum into Brett’s hand.

“That’s what I want to hear—and feel!” said the hunk as his fingers lubed the teen’s cockhead with thick, new cream.

“We’re gonna be more than roommates, buddy,” predicted Brett. He massaged a hyper-sensitive spot on the head that immediately forced another spurt of cum into his hand. “Yeah, we’re gonna be cock-mates!”

The hunky idol kept Jason going for another hour. Afterward he let the exhausted kid collapse on the bed, totally spent, but without letting him cum. Jason fell asleep quickly.

During the night, Jason dreamed that the hunk had caused him to have an especially violent orgasm, and that Brett had held the shooting cockhead against his ballsack when the teen exploded. The dream made him wakeup out of breath and perspiring.

“What a dream!” said Jason.

Brett pulled him close and gave him a long hug. “It’s OK. You’ll be fine after you get some rest.”

Before he dropped off to sleep again, Jason felt some wetness on Brett’s body. He reached down to find the hunk’s huge balls covered with warm cum.

Brett kissed him. “Like that trick?”

(end)