Unfortunately!

I stare at him in shock. No way. He’s really going to follow up on that? Even if it’s nighttime, anyone could see me if we stop at a traffic light. I don’t particularly want any other strangers seeing me naked tonight. But from his tone, I can tell Josh is serious. Suddenly, I feel a lot more enthusiastic about jerking him off. Screw you for making me do this, Josh. I know better than to say it aloud.

Any other guy would have creamed his pants in a minute or two from the pleasures of my delicate hand, but I feel the terror creeping up like goosebumps as the clock ticks down to three minutes, two minutes, one minute. Stroke, stroke, stroke, and I’m getting nothing. 59, 58, 57.

“Are you kidding me, dude? How have you not had an orgasm yet? Jesus Christ,” I say.

“You know, insulting me isn’t really helping your situation,” Josh replies.