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.
The guy couldn’t move much, he was at my mercy. I could drop my balls into his mouth for a suckle. Rub my cock-head all over his face, cheeks, belly. Frot him ever so lightly with the underside of my penis.
Then I remembered my secret weapon, forgotten in the excitement.
I’d found a wing feather from an owl on a hike in the forest a couple months before. It had the softest end fringes, and I’d placed it in a tackle box stored at the back of the van.
After retrieving it, I used it to torment my bud.
His eyes opened suddenly when I grazed his balls with the feather, then his prick. Ran it along his inner thighs. Touching his prick with just the lightest of caresses got him squirming in the most pathetic and endearing way.
He’d try to push his cock into closer contact with the feather and yet I would pull it away.
In no time, he was in absolute agony. I had great fun with the tease. I never thought I would ever see Roger get to the pleading stage in any of our explorations, but he had arrived.
Feather under his balls, along his shaft, tickling his cock-head, now red with desire, and almost menacing.
“Finish me off Clay. I’m dying here!”
Prick standing up, proud as a new father, seeping, waving like a steel rod. I could flick it with a finger and it would pendulum back and forth.
So I gave him a good final suck, first licking his prick from top to bottom, suckling those beautiful balls of his, then taking his cock in my mouth, the taut, anxious head feeling so wonderful against my tongue. I felt him getting close, so I squirmed a saliva-slicked finger up his anus.
He responded by heaving a mighty sperm load into me, five strong pulses from his twitching cock. I could feel his anus clench on my finger with each twitch of his prick. It took two deep swallows to gather it all in, keeping suction on him throughout and working my tongue along his frenulum. God it felt good to have him erupt—the pulse, pulse, pulse was intoxicating, making my own prick quiver in sympathetic enjoyment.
I nursed at his quickly dwindling tool until he could take no more, then sat back to watch it retreat fully, all slobbery wet and spent, until it lolled limp on his left leg.
Roger kept his eyes closed for a long time, finally looking up and giving me a hard stare.
“Felt like a metric ton of sperm you got out of me, pal.”
I undid him and we took a short break before he carefully knotted my own limbs into place.
The inside of the bus smelled like sweat and sperm.
Well, “my turn” ended up, amusingly enough, nowhere near as protracted as his. My own erection had been so close to the tipping point the whole time, that Roger, despite his attempts to proceed slowly, couldn’t keep me at the precipice for very long. I’d been balancing at knife edge the whole time just by attending to him.
It felt entirely surreal to have wrists and ankles secured. It made me want, the next time we did this, to have me the one to go first, so I could get the enjoyment of seeing Roger’s erection in place while he worked me over. Instead his cock was limp, his balls dangling, but he did lovely things to me. I daresay he wasn’t as imaginative as I, but it didn’t matter.
He did use the feather on me, a marvelous effect on the receiving end. Soft light touches, my pick would tremble every time he slid it along my shaft, or tickled the underside of my balls, all drawn up and dying for their own pleasure.
By the time he finally led me to the promised land, kneeling at my side, while I could watch him both face to face and in the mirror, taking my erection into his mouth and sucking my living sperm out, his own erection had gained strength. Not rock hard, but inflated enough to look sweet.
I lay there panting, immobilized, in that after-glow of a semen eruption.
We both noticed his stiff prick, of course, and he gave me a rather sheepish look.
“Not sure, after what you did to me, that I’d be able to get a hardon for a couple days. But lookie here.” He waved his cock from side to side.
Despite my own depletion, I wanted him again.
So again, although not according to plan, I sucked him for a second round. No tying up this time, just a plain, sweet, long, lingering fellation that didn’t even feel like it took that long once I devoted myself purely to having him get his pleasure in my mouth.
So I did get my extended oral time with his penis, just not the way I had imagined.
And it felt great, despite the far thinner and diminished magnitude of his sperm output on the second round.
We drove back home, crotches damp, depleted, sated.
I found Barb in the kitchen, getting dinner ready. She wanted to hear all about my adventures, but I played hard-to-get, which I think she actually liked, and told her I wouldn’t go into details until we were in bed ourselves that night.
It meant finishing dinner early and a most eager wife later.
She was intrigued by our rope arrangements, wanted to know all about the edging part, what it felt like to be restrained, what went through my head on both ends of the deal, receiving and giving.
I could tell she was intrigued herself.
“So, maybe we can tie you up sometime? Ravish you at our pleasure?” I asked. I was only half-serious, thinking of the Pornhub bondage scene that Roger shared and which got this whole thing started.
She got quiet and shy all of a sudden.
She said “Okay” in the smallest voice. So much was packed into that whisper.
We all would have to have a shot at another threesome, one quite different from the one before. I hoped we wouldn’t have wait too long for a chance.