No, I'm Not Done With Him Yet

I had never seen anyone so desperately hoping that he would be allowed to cum. I saw it in his eyes, read it in his tense pose, recognized it in the way he pushed himself towards me, almost offering himself to me. Raising and lowering his hips, he tried to rub himself against my hand, which was still wrapped around his shaft.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him disparagingly. No, you're not getting off that easy, I thought. Aloud, I said, “Do you want more?”

He nodded deliberately, his eyes wide and pleading. The corners of my mouth went up. So I was going to have a lot more fun with him. I playfully slid my hand down his slippery rod and back up again. He relaxed and enjoyed it. But that was as much as he was going to get from me. I let go of him, which elicited a disappointed grunt that turned into a dismayed gasp as I tightened my grip on his testicles again.

I increased the pressure until I was sure I had commanded his full attention and expelled any thoughts of resistance. Then, with my free hand, I directed him into a flat lying position and lifted his legs until they were bent back almost to his head as far as his flexibility would allow.

“Hold them by the ankles,” I ordered and he hurried to obey me to the best of his ability. Once I had maneuvered him into the desired position, I let go of him. Lukas breathed a sigh of relief.

I only allowed myself a brief moment to enjoy the view he offered me. On his back, his legs pulled far up and back, his buttocks slightly raised, his sack with the two ripe apricots hung completely open and unprotected in front of me. It had taken on an aggressively pinkish color. And, I couldn't deny the impression, his marbles seemed bigger than before. Were they perhaps swollen?

As beguiling as the image was, I wasn't going to be content with just looking at it. I balled my right hand into a fist. It whizzed forward with a swing. And Pow! Bull's eye! I caught his junk like a twin punching ball. The fragile balls were crushed between my hard knuckles and his pelvic bone.

“”Owwwwwouu!”

Reflexively, Lukas clasped both hands around his exploding privates in hot pain. He toppled to the side and slid off the sofa. He remained curled up on the carpet, moaning quietly.

I looked down at my half-naked best friend and fought down the impulse to keep working his sensitive nuts with my fists to crack them for good. It was certainly the first time for him, as it was for me. And I didn't want to overdo it straight away.

I still had a hard boner in my pants that was vying for attention. But I would deal with that on my own and in another room. After all, I wasn't gay.

“Have a good night,” I growled. I don't think he heard me.