Keep it Up

You decide to keep up your ****. It's just too much fun torturing the poor guy too stop.

Eventually he can't take it anymore and announces that he has to go home.

"What? Why?" You act surprised.

"I uh... I just gotta..., you know...." He starts to blush.

"I uh... you know guys... I just gotta rub one out real quick," Mike mocks, "Uh, just like, uh, 30 seconds. I can't last longer anyway."

"I can too!" Bob argues and you all laugh at him.

"C'mon, sit down, man. We're leaving in like half an hour anyway." You say.

"Uh, no I.... Well alright," He gives up, sitting back down.

The second he does so, your attack resumes.

When you say your goodbyes and walk back home with Bob, you get an idea. If you can get him to let you sleep over, then he won't have an opportunity to jerk off. And if he doesn't have any opportunity to relieve his balls, your victory tomorrow will be assured. And the best part about your whole plan is that your friend is so embarrassed that he doesn't even argue.

You make sure to wake up early and cook the smelliest breakfast you can. When you're done you pack some onto a plate and carry it into Bob's room. You consider putting on your special outfit, but decide against it. That's the loser's outfit, right?

"Wake up, sir! Breakfast's ready."

"Oh thanks, you shouldn't have," He reaches for the plate but you swat his hand away.

"Yeah, right! How many times do I have to tell you no eating in your room?" You scold.

"Oh, could you give me a minute?" He mumbles, covering up his morning wood, "I kinda - "

"Now!" You stamp your foot.

With no room to argue, he awkwardly stumbles out of the bed and stuffs his erection down his pants. All throughout breakfast you can see him grimacing in discomfort. When the dishes are washed you demand that you play your game.

Poor Bob has a boner before you even find a video, and his cock is already throbbing by the time he pulls his pants down. Usually that would be bad news, but this time since he chose the edging challenge, first to cum loses instead of wins. You start to feel bad about it, but you know he would have done the same thing to you. It doesn't even take five pumps before he's cumming his brains out.

"Dude, you didn't even touch me yet," You laugh as you wipe his sticky hand on his chest.

"That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had," Your friend confesses, still basking in his rush of dopamine.

He looks so cute right now you find that the only thing you really want to do is wrap your arms around him and hold him close. Instead, you **** yourself to crack on of your usual remarks.

"Ha! You just wait until tomorrow!"