Leave

As rude as it is, you really can't take anymore. Short of masturbating in public the only thing you can do is go home.

"What? Why?" Bob acts surprised.

"I uh... I just gotta..., you know...." You start 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!" You start to argue but you just make everyone laugh.

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

"Uh, no I.... Well alright," You give up, sitting back down.

The second you do so, your buddy's attack resumes.

Eventually you say your goodbyes and Bob proposes you to sleep over at his house. You're so embarrassed about what happened that you agree, just wanting some time to yourself. I'm such a doofus, you think as you thrash around in the guest bed, unable to fall asleep.

When you wake up in the morning, your attention is divided between your splitting headache and your pleading boner. Just as you ease a hand down into your underwear in an attempt to finally get some relief, Bob barges in, carrying a plate of the most mouth-watering sausage you've ever smelt.

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

"Oh thanks, you shouldn't have," You reach for the plate but Bob swats your hand away.

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

"Oh, could you give me a minute?" You mumble, "I kinda - "

"Now!" He stamps his foot.

With no room to argue, you awkwardly stumble out of the guest bed and stuff your erection down your pants. The food is delicious, but it doesn't help you with the problem between your legs.

As soon as the dishes are cleaned, Bob demands you play your game.

When the porn comes on, you feel as though you're about to cum from the slightest touch, whereas Bob isn't even hard yet. Usually that would be great, but this time you chose the edging challenge, meaning first to cum loses instead of wins. With a sigh, you resign yourself to your fate - he played you masterfully: your ass is the least he deserves.

The thought immediately brings you to your climax, and you unload into your buddy's tight grip. You cum and cum and cum, sighing in bliss as your pent-up balls gratefully accept release.

"Dude, you didn't even touch me yet," Bob laughs as he wipes his sticky hand on your chest.

"That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had," You confess, still basking in your rush of dopamine. Who knew being a prejac could be so much fun? As you turn your gaze into his charming eyes, you're shocked to find that the only thing you want right now is to cuddle up into his welcoming smile.

"Ha! You just wait until tomorrow!"

You **** yourself to obey.