Play with him

"Oi man," he said, snapping you out of your trance, "stop sniffing my jocks!"

"Why?" You ask, "You're the one getting hard by it."

You both look down, to see the kid's cock rising, until it was full mast.

"What the fuck?" He yelled, having trouble covering up his boner.

You enjoyed the show, as the teen continually adjusted his hands. Unfortunately, with his impressive cock and lowhanging, ginger balls, nothing was completely covered.

"Stop." You instruct, "Just let it hang loose, or rigid by the looks of it."

Instantly his hands fell, and his cock stared right at you.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Ollie." He stated a little harshly.

"Well Ollie," you say, grinning, "why don't you play with yourself? Squeeze your nips, fondle your balls, whatever."

Ollie shyly brought a hand to his nipples, and took each nub between a finger and thumb. He began twisting at them, flicking a finger over the quickly hard nubs. He went red, like his hair, as he fondled them. He brought one of his hands down to his sack, and began to play with his testes as well. He rolled each ball in his hands, occasionally giving a light squeeze. You saw his cock was looking angry, like it was about to blow with no touching.

"Alright!" You say, stopping the self-****, "why don't you go stand in the middle of the road?"

"Fuck off dude!" Ollie yelled, but his legs betrayed him, and took him out onto the street.

"Now sit down and play with your butthole a bit." You smirked, watching the incredulous look on the teen's face as he dropped onto the ground.

He spread his legs out and took his fingers, rubbing up and down his crack. Even from a distance, you could tell he had some darker, ginger hairs lining his arse crack. Ollie stroked his arse, paying attention to the opening, where he rubbed around. With his other hand, he began sucking on two fingers, hatred plastered on his face. After a bit of sucking, he removed his fingers, and brought them to his hole. He began sliding one up there, a look of discomfort in his face. He began slightly moving it in and out, slowly incorporating the other finger in. Just as he began to straighten out his second finger, a look of horror came upon his face.

"No…" he whispered.