withalowercaseb:He stopped midway. “Baby, I want you to try something for me.” I contorted myself
withalowercaseb: He stopped midway. “Baby, I want you to try something for me.” I contorted myself to face him. “What?” “I want you to try one week without touching yourself. Can you do that for me?” I suddenly became aware that I was clutching my dick. I laughed awkwardly and let go of it. “Yeah, sure. I guess. What for?” “I want you to spend a week focusing intently on the pleasure you get anally. It may be a less intense pleasure - initially anyway - but if you always allow it to be eclipsed by the thrill of having your cock stimulated then it’ll never make itself completely known. You with me?” “Okay, yeah.” “There’s my boy. No masturbating or anything, yeah? Pretend like, you’ve had a medical procedure or somethng and you’re not allowed to touch your dick for a week. Just focus on receiving me. Allow the sensation to develop.” “Okay.” He didn’t say anything further. He recommenced his strokes and eventually came inside me. The uncontrollable throbbing of his dick as it spurted seven or eight times tugged at my sphinctre. I felt the wetness flooding me but experienced no gratification. “Hey ho,” I thought, it’s only one week I guess. That night he insisted we sleep in the spoon position. I kept trying to wriggle free but he would cling to me. “Stay with me baby, don’t be anxious. Just allow sleep to come.” Eventually I nodded off. He acted strange over the following week. He kept pulling me to him, pressing my head into his chest and cradling it. I’d feel the hardness in his groin immediately and mine would respond in kind. He would register my swelling and his hands would be at my backside in an instant, his fingers snaking their way into my waistband and down between my buttocks, eventually stroking my hole. “Remember baby, one week. No point getting an erection if you can’t do anything with it. Try and focus on your beautiful little hole instead. See if your arousal can manifest by a loosening there instead of a swelling in front.” I did as instructed and almost immediately felt the tightness of my sphinctre relax. His fingers were inside me at once. “See how easy that was?” He kissed me deeply then, his fingers deep inside my hole, his other hand clasping my right buttock like he was trying to steady himself. I felt his erection dancing in his shorts. The week continued in this vein. He made love to me every night and my erection just bobbed in front or rested against my belly, untouched. He’d flood my insides with his seed and then we’d sleep in the spoon position. The week came to an end. He was climbing on top of me and whispered in my ear. “It’s been one week baby.” “I know. I was just gonna say it.” “How do you feel?” “My balls are full.” He laughed. “Okay baby. If you want to you can touch yourself while we make love tonight. Don’t feel you have to, but a deal is a deal. You can if you want. Remember, my dick is always here for you if you decide you want to go for that instead.” It was a strange proposition. I hadn’t orgasmed in a whole week and he was asking me if I wanted to wank him off? He’d cum the last seven nights in a row! “I think I need to baby, I’m gonna explode.” “Of course. Just do one thing for me? Do it after we finish? See if you still want to then.” “Okay. I guess.” He made love to me in the missionary position that night, me on my back with my knees up against my shoulders. My erection was just there against my belly, between us. He gazed down at me with love and ascended towards his own climax. At the last minute he pulled out and directed it at my lips. I instinctually opened wide and his bountiful load spilled into my mouth, his dick dancing as it streamed countless ropes of cum over my tongue. He slid further in until it nudged the soft tissue in my throat. I swallowed as it came, gulping down each spurt as another follwed. As usual his ejaculation lasted a good thirty seconds. I felt suddenly bloated, like I’d just downed a carton of cream in one. When his orgasm died down he pulled out, resting the tip against my lips. “You still want to cum baby?” he asked. I suddenly remembered my dick and looked down at it, pondering his question. I felt strangely satiated, like we’d reached the culmination of sex already, like tacking on a hurried wank at the end was surplus to requirements. I looked up at him. “I don’t think I need to anymore baby,” I said, hearing the confusion in my voice. “Attaboy,” he said. “Let’s get to sleep.” The next morning I awoke to him whispering in my ear. “How do you feel about trying two weeks this time baby?” It took me a while to register what was going on in my groggy state. I felt him squeeze my buttock under the duvet and heard my voice answering. “Okay baby…” -- source link