This was one of the first few shouts I ever posted on SC. Indulging in a bit of taboo erotica:
He unknowingly edged himself for hours before his very first orgasm...stroking over and over because the sensation was amazing, but each time that intense tingle rippled up his swelling ballsack...he let go of his cock. He watched it throb. He watched it leak. But never chased the feeling to completion.
Until they finally got home that evening, after hours visiting family. After hours sneaking to the different hidden areas and rooms and sneaking quick tugs and strokes just to the point of almost...
They get home late enough to fake exhaustion from a long day. To be able to escape to his room with no questions. Long past the need for tuck ins. A simple "Goodnight" in the kitchen would suffice. A kiss on his forehead...his cheek grazing the skin of her massive cleavage as she whispered "Goodnight dear". Innocent gesture of love for her...fuel for him. To bed he went in a calmed hurry. His hard cock now the arrow for the compass of his lust, entering his room ahead of him.
1 second-the door closes
2 seconds-naked and throbbing (except for his socks)
3.5 seconds-under the covers with a lotion filled palm already gliding down his shaft. Knees spread wide, heels to ass...the perfect position to feel all of his strokes. The cool cover swiping the tip of his preseeded cock head.
He starts to stroke.
He bites his lip hard as his eyes bulge...this feels better than any other time. 3 strokes in. His balls are tingling, tightening. 7 strokes in. He stops. Breathing hard. Lifting the cover and seeing the pulse of his cream covered cock. He sucks breath in and out, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, letting the warmth course through his body. Stopping the sensation.
While it is an intense sensation full of pleasure, he can't help but wonder "is this really all that jerking it is?" The guys raved about it but all he seemed to feel was frustration. His naivety and fear of...peeing himself? Well he wasn't quite sure but the sensation that built inside when he would stroke himself intimidated him enough to stop every time, but getting to the point right up to it was building a tolerance and a kink of his wildest and unknown imagination....
However, right this moment, he was ready for more. Hand back on and squishing it's way down his smooth cock.
3 strokes. His toes curl and his back arches. That feeling comes far too quick this time. He lifts his hand, breathing hard whimpering as his spread thighs shake.
Something tells him he can't stop now.
His heart races but he feels as if he must touch it again. So he grabs it, although this touch is chasing that feeling so closely. 2 strokes. He moans aloud. His eyes bulge and his hands shoot up to cover his mouth. He breathes heavy scared of blowing his cover...unaware of how true that is about to be. Again, something in him calls his hand back to his cock within seconds. He can't stop now. The feeling is right there but his body is on autopilot. Right at the tip of his cock. He grips it and. 1 stroke. And the door opens. And she walks in wearing that big long t-shirt and no bra. Her large nipples peeking at him through the fabric.
"Sweetheart are you okay I heard something"
She walks up to him. His eyes glazing from pleasure, fear, and embarrassment...but his hand does not stop
That feeling starts with a warmth at the base of his neck that shoots out to the every nerve in his body. His mouth hangs open as he breathes heavily.
Her face becomes more concerned. She sits on the bed, her hand finding his thigh on top of the cover. His hand jerking up and down on his extra slippery cock under the cover. His body starting to jerk as his eyes roll back "Moooooooo-" jerking. Jerking. Stroking. Gooning. Squirting. For the first time. After hours on edge. For the first time. The sweetest right of passage for guys like him, amplified. His soul is levitating and his body has never felt this good.
She is frightened. Unaware. She pulls back the cover. "Baby, what's wrong!" She screams, grabbing his head and leaning in. Feeling the warmth splashing her chest. Not registering at first.
He shakes and groans. And strokes and strokes and twitches. A mindless stroking gooner boy.
She looks down and feels more warmth, now on her chin...and a little on her lip.
She gasps. She looks up.
They lock eyes.
He strokes and strokes and strokes and grunts.
And she....
(To be continued?)
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