With him seated on my lap, facing away from me, I unbutton his shirt and caress his chest, massaging his nipples, teasing, pulling, rubbing, clockwise, counter-clockwise, up and down, left and right until his own erection becomes visible. Near's breath consisting of shallow, discordant breaths, yet his chest rose up and down uniformly. His face was now flush with lust.
He looked so cute.
I explore his mouth with my own, lightly nibbling on his lips and drawing out his tongue. His saliva tasted so sweet.
Then I grab his erection and rub as hard and fast I can while he helplessly yelps, moans and writhes in pure sexual bliss. He no longer has any semblance to the cool, calculated boy he once was. In futility, he grabs my hands as I continue to vigorously massage his erection. His moans now become gasps and his yelps, cries. I bring him close to climax before I let go. He hungrily whimpers and thrusts into the air while I hold his hands in place to keep him from satisfying himself.
The denial of sexual satisfaction causes several tears to adorn his cheeks.
Then, I slam him hard against the floor, facing me, and violently and sloppily kiss him, consuming his tears, feeling his hot, shallow breath against my cheeks.
Finally, I tear off his pants and pull down his boxers, revealing his erection. I trail his thighs with sloppy, wet kisses. In response he whimpers, erraticly thrusting into the air.
I step back and admire the lusty pale boy that lay before me. His chest quickly rising up and down like some frightened animal, his lips slick with our kisses, and his face blanketed with a pink blush. He really did look so cute.