Tease him

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to come on to me." You say, taking a step into the room, closing the door behind you.

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you," Paul says, you watch as his dick twitches unconsciously.

"Hardly," you say with a smirk. "What would I even do with this cock of yours?" You say, sliding the tips of your fingers over his warm member.

"You're the gay one, you'd probably shove it in your ass," Paul says matter-of-factly. You furrow your brow.

"I'm a top," you say taking your hand off his cock, "If anyone were to get a cock up their ass, it would be you."

"You're not sticking a cock up my ass," Paul's says defensively, although he still doesn't move from his position.

"Don't worry, the thought hasn't even crossed my mind." You say, moving your fingers to Paul's exposed hole. You tap it lightly with your fingers. "Yep, not a chance in hell I'd fuck that thing. Not any time soon at least."

"You don't have to say it like that," Paul says, this time getting upright, sitting Criss-cross on the bed, his ass no longer exposed.

"Like what?" You say.

"like the idea of fucking me repulses you," He says.

"Why would you care. Aren't you straight?" You ask raising an eye.

"Yeah, but...I don't know..." He is looking down, "You're gonna think I'm a total perv or something...but idk, something about a gay guy thinking I'm sexy... feels really good." You can't help but smirk.

"So you're straight, but the idea of me wanting to fuck you gets you hard?" You say leaning forward, "Sounds like you're either some type of queer yourself, or you're a dirty little pervert who secretly craves validation from other men." You set on the bed, lifting your hands to his face. "Let's see which one you are."

"What... I'm not..." He starts but you cut him off, putting a finger to his wet lips.

"I'd find those plump lips of yours so sexy if they were wrapped around my finger," you say, and he pauses, questioning what to do. However, you feel the warmth of his breath as his lips part, a shy tongue extending, guiding your finger inside. His mouth is soft and warm, his saliva coating your finger as he starts sucking it. He was putty in your hands.

"That's a hot sexy boy," you whisper in his ear, "Now focus on those sexy plump lips of yours, I'm not even here anymore, only the sound of my voice, speaking your inner thoughts. Just you and your sucking," you say and not much and he closes his eyes, lost in the world you were building for him.

"What a cute fuckable man you are," you whisper, "And so flexible, it's incredible how you're able to suck your own cock." He moans along with this. You look down at his dick which is still very much erect.

"Such a pity," you say, "You're cock is so small, no bigger than a forefinger." You continue to slide your finger inside this man's mouth.

"Such a pathetic little cock, you aren't even satisfied sucking it yourself. How is any woman gonna enjoy it if you aren't even enjoying sucking yourself off." You say. "It's been such a long time since you've ever pleasured anyone with your cock, if ever. So pathetic, you've never given anyone an orgasm before." You take your other hand and start to stroke Paul's cock. For someone with such a sizable package, he was soon going to feel very inadequate.

"How pathetic, you're getting wet just thinking about making someone cum. Talk about a fantasizing." No sooner had you said this then you feel Paul's cock pulse in your hand. Paul's mouth tightens around your finger as he sprays all over your other hand.

"Pathetic," you whisper one more time, as you switch hands, scooping the cum covered finger into Paul's mouth. You then remove it and get up, leaving the room.