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This was something so completely out of the blue for Cal; he preferred being the more dominant one in situations like this, but apparently, Andre was all-knowing when it came to orgasm control, plus this was something Cal found frustrating to try without a helping hand, literally and figuratively.
Therefore, Cal met up at Andre’s house on that one night, and Andre’s parents wouldn't be back until months later, so it was now or never for Cal, and he needed this now. Andre had told him as soon as Cal brought up the idea to start edging himself, himself, and if he couldn’t do that, then not to touch himself at all. Obviously, Cal did as Andre said because he was promised a better experience if he didn't ejaculate.
But god was he pent up, not cumming for almost two weeks; it felt like torture to a teenage boy. He had started wearing two pairs of underwear because every time his jeans grazed against his groin, he felt like he was going to burst. Halfway through his two weeks, he thought about just giving up, but it started feeling nice at some point.
Thankfully, the wait was over; he definitely couldn't have lasted any longer.
With the bluest balls anyone could ever have, Cal sat down on Andre’s bed; his jeans had never felt so tight and constricting before. Andre lay on Cal’s hips, lightly grinding on his groin with his jeans. That sound of jeans scuffing together was not pleasant, but god was it a pleasant feeling; it was like sipping water in a desert after going weeks without it. Cal could just cum right then and there. The pleasant amount of heat radiating from Andre’s body made Cal even more aroused.
Without saying much, Andre kissed Cal’s neck ever so slightly, being sure not to leave hickeys above his collarbone, but below was a different story. Andre painted Cal’s ribs with purple and yellow coloured hickeys, and Andre’s teasing was riding him up the wall. He was making noises he didn’t even know he could make; he sounded like a girl whimpering and moaning ever so quietly, which made cal even warmer than he was since he was humiliated at the sounds he was slipping out, his only option was to cover his mouth to make sure nothing else slipped out.
Andre stopped kissing every nook of Cal’s body to ask him a question in a tone that could start fires, “remind me when I asked you to cover your mouth, Cal.” his voice just made Cal melt. The authority in Andre’s voice made Cal feel like he had just been grounded. It wasn’t usually Andre speaking to Cal this way; usually, it was the other way around, but this way, Cal felt so weak, so pathetic. He felt like he just wanted to give up all control over his body and just let Andre do everything for him.
Before Cal could stutter out a coherent sentence that wasn’t just blabbering, Andre cut him off with a snarky remark, “oh that’s right, I didnt!” cal took that as a sign to stop covering his mouth and just leave his arms as normal, which was having his arms looking like he was a puppy lying on his back wanting affection.
It felt like hours before Andre slowly slid down to Cal’s crotch, ever so lightly grabbing Cal’s hips and placing gentle kisses on his stomach. In some weird, cringly, trope-like way, Andre pulled down Calvin’s zipped-up pants with his teeth, which is a lot harder than they make it out to be in TV shows and movies. Releasing Cal’s hips from his grasp, he reaches under Cal’s boxers to reveal his swollen, hard dick.
Andre thought it'd be funny to tease Cal just a little more by lightly pressing on Cal’s tip with his thumb, as his tongue glided across Cal’s shaft, leaving a trail of warm, wet saliva. Cal felt like Andre had just licked an open wound. Could he be any slower? And it’s almost as if Andre read Cal’s mind because he did go slower. Andre very lightly gripped Cal’s cock and moved his index finger back and forth against his aching dick. This was the worst pain he’s ever felt. He thought about just grabbing his dick and stroking it a few times until he came, but he wanted to try this, no matter how infuriating it was.
While Andre was stroking Cal’s dick, he let out moans louder than last time but still decently quiet. These moans and small whimpers were more humiliating than last time, though, and he couldn’t control them; he was just helpless to the sounds escaping his lips. Something else was escaping from Cal’s control, and it was pre cum lightly dribbling out from his cock, but that feeling of that warm, salty liquid felt so much better than any touch he’s reached from Andre all day.
Cal was aching for something more than light touches on his cock, so he raised his hips up and down until Andre caught on and stopped rubbing cals cock to put a very abrupt stop to that by pushing his hips down into the once nice and comforting bed and leaded close to cals ear whispering a threat that almost made him cream himself “pull something like that again and you wont cum at all.” maybe he wouldnt have to resort to that if andre was just a little faster.
“Andre, please.” Cal didn’t even know what he was begging for; he just needed something, anything, to not feel like he was gonna explode at any second. Maybe another kiss? Maybe Andres’s hands on his dick again would make him feel better, just anything. Cal felt like he was holding back an ocean of tears that were filling his eyes and blurring his vision.
Just fifteen minutes and Cal was giving up already, not on Andre's watch. He needed to keep Cal: entertained, and intrigued. Cal couldn’t just stop now. We were getting to the best part.. As any good friend does, Andre quickly stroked Cal’s cock, making him let out an agonizing moan that almost made it seem like this was painful for Cal. god, he was close. He just wanted to cum more than anything. He’s willing to pay Andre to let him cum, just anything to feel that sweet release. So at last Andre stroked Cal’s cock a few times while kissing the right side of his neck, letting Cal squirm and whimper under his grasp until he felt that hot sensation of cum dripping down his softening up cock, which Andre would’ve taken as a sign to stop since Cal’s been relieved of his pent-up ball pain, but Andre was feeling experimental.
He kept stroking and stroking cals soft cock until it hardened up, cal felt like his dick was on fire, he couldnt possibly cum again that wasnt even possible to cal. he whimpered out a soft “no, no please, andre.” he wasnt even begging for him to stop he enjoyed this as much as any other person but cuming right after he already came felt like sandpaper on his dick. as patheic as cal was right now he knew cal could take it “come on, cal. just relax” since cal was very visbly tensed up, he felt too scared to relax since everytime he untensed his muscles just a bit his ips jerked up painfully.
As quickly as Cal’s dick hardened up, it softened down after sputtering out little amounts of warm cum dripping down his dick once again, too quickly for his first load to dry up. Cal thought that was absolutely amazing, oh my gosh. He’s never experienced something quite like that, the pain, the pleasure and especially the anticipation. With his throat almost gone from moans and whimpers, scratching his throat, he croaked out a soft “thanks” towards Andre before he just dozed off.