I checked my watch, the only item covering my skin on besides my wedding ring. Two o’clock. Could I keep Roger hard for an hour? That’s an awfully long time if one has an erection. And yet this would give me plenty of time to indulge all the different ways I had in mind to torture my bud, in a good way of course, for a good end.
So I sat back between his spread legs and gazed at the sight in front of me. And did nothing for a few minutes until Roger opened his eyes to look at me, like he was wondering what was I going to do next.
“Feel okay bud?”
“It’s strange. Part of it I don’t like, not being able to move. It’s unnatural. I’m at your mercy.” He pulled at the rope, testing their strength, then gave me a keen look.
“But it’s exciting too, in a way I didn’t imagine.”
“I got the rest of the prayer done, in case you’re interested.”
He gave me the strangest amused look.
“Oh, the prayer. Just when I think I got you figured out, you throw me a curveball, Clay. So you’ve been spending all your time perfecting your ‘Prick Prayer’ thing?”
I recited, from memory, pleased with my silly poetic creation:
Our Phallus, who art from Roger
Orgasm be thy name
Thy semen will come
Thy balls be done
From loins to mouth, my heaven.
Give me this day my daily sperm
And forgive my worship
Of thy heavenly balls,
Which lead me to temptation
And deliver a loin’s load
For thine is the sacred semen
The most gooey glory
May it last forever
Amen.
He shook his head and smiled, relaxed back, and closed his eyes.
I started by rubbing his lower legs with fingertips, then the inside of his arms, almost to the tickle point. I liked how he squirmed, and that his cock stayed hard. I sat back again, waited until his cock had subsided just a bit.
Then stroked his chest and inner thighs.
Cock went back to attention straight away. No question as to the level of his excitement, I was going to have to go slow.
So just for me, I began to run the underside of my penis and my cock-head over various parts of his body. Felt good to feel my smooth excited skin graze his body hair, the skin of his legs, belly, different textures. I poked my prick into his armpit hair, along his face, cheeks, forehead.
Roger’s cock stayed hard throughout. Damn. This was going to take more patience than I had bargained on.
Again I sat back, waited for his penis to subside, not just a little, but to half softness.
So often, when you have a sexual plan, it doesn’t work out the way you expected. Not always a bad thing either.
It wasn’t Roger who stayed hard for an hour, it was me. I was the one who had to keep my hands off the boy so he wouldn’t explode instantly. I barely had to do anything to coax an erection out of him, which took less and less effort the longer things went on. My own cock stayed rip-roaring hard the whole time, which was to have unintended effects for my “turn.”
I did have fun with him though. The only thing that I couldn’t do to my own satisfaction was actually play with his prick.
But it also meant I could tease his own erection by having Roger attend to mine.