With some dirty talk

The post nut clarity was coming on hard. Fuck, I'd wanted there to be stronger boundaries today but I'd gone and practically let Josh jerk me off.

Yeah it was just to get a bigger load of cum out of me, and yeah it kinda felt good. But that really wasn't the point! We were both straight guys and if our jerk sessions veered into a more 'gay' direction, we might just end up ruining a good thing for ourselves.

"H-help you how?"

Josh's cock hung above me, thicker and harder than I'd ever seen before. His balls too looked like they were swelling up. Like his whole cock from the base to the tip was filling up with a thick load of cum. Ready to burst out at a moments notice, splattering over whatever it was aimed at.

The thrill of knowing that cum would coat his step sisters face must have been driving him crazy. Crazy enough to still keep him this hard even after he had to touch another guys dick.

"Fuuuck dude. I'm so close to busting this fat load, but I need to tease it out more."

There was an almost unhinged desperation to his voice. Every part of his body must have been screaming at him to just cum, but he was determined to delay and build up as much cum as he could.

"So ummm... what should I do?" Seeing that determination to hold back from cuming inspired me. I had to stop being so hung up on what was gay or not. If he could endure jerking me off, I had to be able to do the same.

I raised my hand, slowly and tentatively. I'd never touched another guys dick before and my heart raced as I got closer and closer to it.

"Stop." Josh said the word through gritted teeth. "Fuuck. I want..."

He paused. Taking a moment to breathe and stop himself from fidgeting.

"Hold my hands."

"What?"

"If either you or me even touch my cock right now I won't me able to help myself." He spoke softly, his words strained. Like if he even spoke at a normal volume that would be enough to make him cum. "So I need you to grab onto my hands and stop me from touching myself at all."

"S-sure..." A part of me was disappointed. I'd just worked up the courage to hold his cock in my hands and now he was telling me not to. But... but that was good wasn't it? This was keeping things within the boundaries I had set.

I locked my fingers into his, holding his hands tightly against mine. I could still feel the wet residue of my own cum on his palms. That sticky fluid working to bind us together on a level that was more than just physical.

I looked up at Josh, past his throbbing cock and at his soft pert face. His eyes were beginning to glaze over and roll back. With the way his cock needly twitched for any attention, I was amazed he'd lasted this long.

"Talk dirty River." He said. His voice barely a whisper.

"Tracy's going to look so good covered in our cum, isn't she?" I told him. Trying to add a slight seductive purr to my voice.

"Nuughhh fuuck yes she will."

"She's going to use her own hands to rub it all over her face. Slathering her skin with it and rubbing it all over."

"Huughhhh, fuuck don't stop man."

His breathing as increasing and he was bringing to lean back more and more. It was kinda fun seeing the affect my words were having on him, but with our hands locked together he was dragging me closer to his cock the more he leaned back.

"Maybe she'll even notice the texture is a little off, and bring the bottle under her noise to smell it." I felt his grip on my hands tighten as I kept going. "She'll dip a finger in and taste it to see what's wrong."

"Yes! Ahh. Fuuck. Haahhhh. Yes." He moaned under his breath.

"Or maybe she won't notice. Maybe she won't even use this lotion on her skin..." Watching him moan and squirm with my every word felt so good. I felt do kuch control, so much power in being able to pull his strings like this.

"Maybe she'll use this lotion as lube."

"Ohhh fUuUck." His voice as rising now, I knew I had him right on the edge.

"Maybe she'll lather up a big dildo, just as fat as your cock. And she'll cover it in our cum and use it to fuck her needy wet pussy!"

"OHHhHh Fuuck. Ohh FUCK THAT'S IT!"

Fuck yeah. Without even touching his cock I'd been able to make him cum with just my words! For a brief moment I felt a wave of pride and accomplishment, until I realised the position we were in.

As Josh's orgasm began to rage throughout his body, his hands clamped down around mine. He pulled me closer to his cock and I had a slit second to make a decision.

No matter what, his cock would be slamming into my face. It was just a matter of where his cum would go then.

Without hands to grab a container for that cum, there was only one thing I could use to stop it from being wasted. He'd worked so hard to build it all up, and if he came without me doing anything we'd only be able to get a fraction of it into the bottle.

But could I really go that far?

Was I really ready to open my mouth and suck a fresh hot load out of his cock?