“Yes, Zeke.”
During dinner, I had ensured the pretty boy and I could both watch the show. For one, I was not about to take my eyes off the cowboy. Although there was nothing that put him at risk, his safety was paramount. And while I doubted he could hurt himself doing what he was doing, I still insisted on keeping an eye on him. And two, it was enjoyable. The way his hand moved over his dick when the chime sounded, the way he seemed to panic, knowing time would run out. And the fact I wasn’t telling him whether or not he had succeeded. Those things were coalescing into fear, causing the cowboy to overthink things, which would be ultimately what tripped him up.
The pretty boy started rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher while I took my water glass and joined the cowboy. I glanced down at the timer. He still had eight minutes before he was allowed to come again.
I punched the button on my phone app to kick the prostate massager into high gear. A startled groan sounded from the cowboy, his hand squeezing his cock. He wasn’t hard, but that was expected. It was inevitable that he would soften despite the erotic noises sounding from the television. A man could only come so many times. Quite frankly, I was impressed by the cowboy’s stamina. Then again, he was still young.
I grabbed the feather tickler and perched my ass on the coffee table in front of the cowboy. I brushed it along his thighs, earning a soft hiss. I worked it over his chest, brushing his nipples before pressing it between his legs and tickling his balls. He groaned around the ball gag.
Turning off the app and removing the feather, I left him to hang precariously in the balance. His hand was stroking firmly although he still had … four minutes left.
Yep. This was rather enjoyable.
I took a seat on the opposite sofa and alternated between watching him and the television. The chime sounded once more and the cowboy began pumping his dick in earnest. I watched the seconds tick on my watch. They inched closer and closer to his time limit. He began furiously pumping, but he was still going when the second hand passed the one-minute mark.
Triumph erupted inside me, but I kept my thoughts to myself. He had failed. His time was up.
I continued to watch, smiling to myself as he finally pushed himself over the edge, his cock jerking and twitching, but nothing shot out of his dick. He was dry at this point and he still had three more times to go.
The pretty boy appeared and I motioned for him to sit beside me.
“Spread your legs, pretty boy,” I instructed, ensuring my voice was loud enough for the cowboy to hear. I wanted him to be aware we were there, that we were watching.
I put my hand on the pretty boy’s dick and started stroking firmly.
“I expect to hear you, pretty boy. Make sure your boyfriend knows how much you enjoy my hand on your cock.”
The pretty boy groaned loudly, his hips jerking as I worked him easily. I wasn’t about to make him come. That would take place while he was bouncing up and down on my dick.
Minutes passed as the three of us sat there, the television providing an erotic backdrop. That, combined with the sensual moans from the pretty boy, was enough to have the cowboy’s cock firming up nicely. I flipped on the prostate massager again, smirking when he began moaning, his ass shifting around on the blanket.
He was covered in his own dried jizz, and at this point, he had nothing to lube his cock as he stroked. His arm remained limp at his side, but his head was cocked in our direction, as though whatever it was we were doing was going to assist him in accomplishing his task.
“Get on your knees, pretty boy. I want your mouth on my cock.”
When he stood, I quickly shed my jeans, tossing them onto the floor by the cowboy’s feet so he could feel the denim touching him. He would know I was naked, would likely wonder what I was doing to his loving boyfriend.
“Ahh, that’s it,” I urged, palming the pretty boy’s head when his lips wrapped firmly around my cock. “Suck me like a good little fuck toy. Then you can lube me up so you can ride my dick.”
The pretty boy moaned.
“You like the idea? Bouncing up and down on my cock while you watch the cowboy jack off?”
The pretty boy groaned, but he didn’t release me. I patted his head, showing my approval.
I relaxed into the cushion, allowing the minutes to tick by as we all waited for the chime that would signal the cowboy’s next release. He was almost finished.
