nervous virgin boy jerking off in front of me while he begs for me to touch him... i only give him what he wants after he cums...
despite his nervousness, he's so worked up and desperate. making out with him in my bedroom, i'm in my panties and a top, and he let me take off his shirt.
with every lick into his mouth he seems to get less shy. he moans louder and he holds me tighter than he ever has.
i've been taking things slow with him. i know how sensitive he is. i always try to give him the time he needs to adjust, but with the sounds he's making right now, and the heat in his face, i can't help but move my hand down his body to feel how hard he is for me.
he gasps into the kiss and presses into my hand. i pull away to see his face. he looks at me like he can't believe i'm real.
"i wanna touch your cock... make you cum in my hand."
his breath hitches and his hips twitch. he nods and kisses me again. i squeeze his cock harder through his pants.
"w-wait-" he jerks away from me and stumbles backwards onto my bed. he looks up at me from where he's sitting, diffidence taking over his expression. "i'm sorry. i- i don't know if i'm ready."
"we don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. you know that, right?"
"it's not that i don't want to..."
"what is it?" i cup his burning cheeks.
"um- i think- i think i'll cum too fast." his face turns even redder.
"aw, really?" i smile, "well that's okay, i think that's adorable."
"no. you don't understand. just thinking about your hands makes me crazy. and- y'know, i've never... been touched there before."
i can't help but kiss him again; he whimpers in surprise but reciprocates frantically. he whines when i pull away.
"don't you touch yourself?"
"well, yeah- but that doesn't count."
"why don't you show me how you do that?"
"here- i'll help you get started." he gasps when my fingers reach to undo his belt.
he's frozen as he watches me. i tug on pants. he lifts his hips for me to pull them down more. there's a growing wet spot on his boxers. i grin.
"already all leaky for me?" he nods, mouth hung open.
i take his hand into mine and guide it towards the waistband of his boxers. he slips his hand inside as if he's under a trance. "good boy."
he whines and starts to slowly touch himself, eyes never leaving mine. the head of his cock is peaking out from his waistband, all shiny and red.
when he sees my eyes flit down, he murmurs, "this is embarrassing," his voice just above a whisper.
"what's embarrassing? you're doing so good for me, love."
he whimpers and speeds up a bit. i reach forward and hook one finger into his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his whole cock.
"so pretty, baby." he lets out a loud moan.
"please- please touch me. i can't- i- i don't wanna do it like this," he whines, but he keeps stroking his cock.
i step closer to him. i cup his face with one hand and thread my fingers through his hair with the other. i tug his head back a little. he looks at me with a pained expression and whimpers so pathetically.
"what is it, baby?" i feign sympathy.
"i- i meant i want you to touch- i wanna- wanna do what you said before."
"ohh, you want me to touch your pretty cock?"
"fuck... yes. please, please. i'll- i'll do anything. i'll be good, i promise. please. please, i just- i need you."
"but you're doing so well on your own! being so good for me... showing me exactly what you do when you're just too needy..."
"hhn- i don't- wanna do this anymore. please- i'm gonna cum soon."
"you said you don't want to do this anymore; you can stop."
he takes in a breath to say something, but i pull him into a deep, messy kiss. he whines into my mouth. i move my hand to his shoulder- he's still moving his arm. i pull away to keep watching him. his movements are getting more and more frantic.
"poor boy... the more you talk, the dumber you get. you're confusing yourself. how about you shut that pretty mouth and just focus on cumming for me?"
he lets out a guttural groan and squeezes his eyes shut as he cums all over himself.
his sounds turn into sad little whimpers as he comes down from his orgasm, slowing his hand on his throbbing cock. tears leak out from his shut eyes.
i step forward and pull his head to my chest. i hold his face against me as i kiss the top of his head.
"my good boy... you're so perfect. i'm so proud of you. lie back, baby. let me clean you up."
he lies back, but looks away from me; he's all grumpy. i lick some cum off his tummy. that makes him whine, but he still won't look at me.
i move down and softy lap at the sensitive head of his cock, licking up the cum there. "fuck!" he jolts up onto his elbows, eyes wide. i wrap my hand around him and begin to slowly stroke.
"jesus christ- oh god..." he squeezes his eyes shut again.
he opens his eyes. more tears fall down his cheeks. i tighten my grip on him. he gasps and his hips buck up.
"this- this isn't fair," he cries out.
"why not? you deserve this, baby boy. you've been so good for me."
"i can't understand you when you mumble, hun."
"you're being mean to me," he manages to get out through a sob.
"you're confused again, baby... you've been begging me for this." i slide my hand up his cock and rub my thumb in quick circles over the tip.
his whole body trembles as he's pushed over the edge again. a high pitched cry, and he's cumming in my hand. he collapses back onto the bed. he's a twitching, sobbing mess. so beautifully pathetic, all because of me.
i crawl onto the bed to next to him. i wipe the tears off his face with my clean hand and kiss his forehead. i wait for his breathing to slow down.
he nods, staring at the ceiling. "yeah... yeah, i'll be okay." i lean in to kiss him. he whispers against my lips, "thank you."