"Well, actually…"

"Well, actually you're right" you say seriously. He looks at you confused. You can see in his face that he's trying to figure out if you're serious or joking, but you keep up your poker face. Slowly you take a few steps to get closer to him. You can literally feel his heart rate is going up.

You're now standing right next to the chair he is sitting on. He questioningly looks up to you. You do a small nod and give him permission. His eyes shift to your dick while he starts touching it through the fabric of your boxers. You start to moan and take slip down the boxers so that your dick snaps out. He slowly jerks you off while you already feel the orgasm rising that has built up for so long. You start to moan louder and louder when he is going faster and finally burst 5 large spurts on his face and naked chest.

"Good boy", you say jokingly.

"Thank you Sir", he answers, also jokingly.

You take a glance at your watch. "Fuck, I'm late. I stell need to have a shower, would you mind cleaning up the mess we made?", you ask.

"Don't worry, I'll handle this".

You quickly jump under the shower, get ready for class and leave. The whole day you think about how nice the hand job felt and especially how Dale answered "Thank you Sir" when you called him "boy". You wonder if he might have a kink for Dom/sub play or if he was just joking. Actually you find that sort of thing interesting for yourself but never acted on it, and much less with a guy...

When you get home in the evening, Dale is not there yet. The whole day you thought about the sexual encounter in the morning and Dale's possible kinky side. You enjoyed the handjob and decided to make things a little more interesting. You get switch your clothes to just sweatpants only, showing off your upper body, planning to tease Dale when he comes home. You make yourself comfy on the couch and watch some Netflix.

"Hey, I'm home. Brought us dinner", you hear Dale saying from the hallway. When he enters the the living room/kitchen you notice him staring at your body for a few seconds before you turn your head towards him and he looks away.

"Great, I'm starving", you tell him. Dale takes out two boxes from the chinese restaurant down the street and hands you one. He joins you on the couch and you watch Netflix together while eating. You catch him a few more times staring at your body. You change your position a little so that the outline of your dick through the sweatpants is unmissable.