I have an idea!

My thoughts are going at a million miles a second. I burst out the first deviant act I can think of that I think he might go for.

“I’ll jerk you off and you can come on my tits,” I say.

Humiliating. Utterly humiliating. And yet I'm praying he'll go for it. But he just continues walking towards me with the toothbrush. Really? He’s not interested?

Josh shrugs.

“It doesn’t sound like you really want to do that. I’m going to keep using this toothbrush if that’s okay with you,” Josh says.

No, it’s not okay with me, jackass. Sigh. I realize my mistake. The rule all night has been that I have to want it. Like really want it. It doesn’t get much worse than being **** to beg to do something you really don’t want to do. I just don’t want to be fucking tickled anymore, asshole. But I swallow my pride once again and try to tell him what I think he wants to hear.

“Josh, please let me jerk you off. I want to jerk you off so bad. The only thing I want is for you to come all over my tits. I want it so badly I can taste it. I’ll do anything if you let me jerk you off," I beg.

Josh relents. He puts the toothbrush down and unzips his pants. He’s hard. I guess he’s enjoying this more than I thought. I feel a warmth in my nether regions. He does want my body after all, I think. But then why didn’t he take it when he had the chance? I really don’t get this guy. He’s the weirdest nerd I’ve ever met. I still can’t believe he turned me down. My entire life, guys have told me how hot I am. I just can’t figure him out.

I wrap my fingers around his dick and begin stroking him. It seems even bigger than it really is next to my small hand. Five minutes of this and I’m free, I think. I’ll just take my time. I don’t want to finish him off too quickly or he’ll probably use the remaining time to tickle me. I’m almost to the home stretch. I’ll just take my time and...