So, I’m not gay. Alright? Bisexual, maybe. [He laughs].
But anyway, I’ve got this friend, Sam. Well, he’s really more of a co-worker, although I guess you could say after what’s been happening, he truly is a friend.
At work, we got to talking about masturbation and all sorts of sex stuff.
One day, he said something that I initially found disgusting and offensive. He said, “I’ll bet I could make it so you can’t cum.”
I brushed it off as general weirdness, and changed the subject.
But boy, did it send my mind racing. I had no idea what he meant by that, but it had me jerking off like crazy that evening.
I kept hoping he’d volunteer more. He said nothing more about it. He probably thought he had already gone too far by just saying that.
Three days later, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to ask. I felt weird, sheepish, embarrassed, just bringing up. But I had to know, what, exactly did he mean by that?
He explained he wasn’t talking about anything permanent. He was telling me about another guy from the factory, Justin, a guy I barely new, who he had been playing with. That was quite a revelation. A double-revelation. First, I had no idea that either one of them was gay. Or, er, I mean, bisexual. Whatever. [He laughs again.]
I had trouble not running out of the room. The discussion was turning in a very uncomfortable direction. But there was no running for me. I had to learn more about this weirdness.
He went on to tell me what he was talking about was that he could stimulate my penis in such a way, that I wouldn’t orgasm, no matter how much I wanted to, and this was evidently supposed to be fun.
I tried to act cool. Like, one hears this kind of thing all the time, right? I mean, I guess I didn’t want to embarrass him, or me, by freaking out.
Several days passed, with me wanking regularly every night remembering what he had said, and imagining all sorts of scenarios.
By day, I started plotting. Strange as it sounds, I wanted to experience this – and with him. I mean, he’s not a bad-looking guy. Just average height, short hair, thin beard, seldom sees the sun judging by his light skin. No tattoos that I could see. Things started getting really goofy inside of me. While I had never had any thoughts about jerking off with another guy other than repulsion, now the thing I wanted most in the world was to have him do this ‘can’t cum’ thing to me. How weird is that? I mean, in the past, my masturbatory imagery was all about women. Now, I was imagining wanking with this guy, and maybe even the Justin, even though I barely knew him.
My plotting turned into hinting. During our conversations at work, I tried to hint that I would love to experience this thing with him, yet I couldn’t bring myself to just come out and say, “Hey, I’d really enjoy having you wank me, and do whatever this ‘can’t cum’ thing is.” Of course, I didn’t say anything. Too shy.
My birthday was coming up, and he found out. I’d rather keep it secret, really. I don’t like people making a fuss over me, but unfortunately in our plant, there’s a tradition of having mini-birthday parties at the end of the day.
At the end of our little soda and cake party, he pulled me aside and in a conspiratorial whisper, he asked, “Hey, I’ve got a birthday present for you. Would you like to visit with me and my girlfriend this evening?” So, he had a girlfriend. That was somehow comforting.
Thinking the worst, or the best [yet more laughter], I accepted. How could I refuse?
At 7pm, I was in their apartment. His lady was a real knock-out, even if she was maybe 20 pounds overweight. The three of us had a beer, then right in front of her, to my horror, he announced, “Gary’s been hinting that he’d like me to do the “impossible-to-orgasm” trick on him.”
I suddenly wished I was anywhere but there! I’m sure I was turning red in the face, and I caught myself glancing at the door. Before I said anything, Lucy, his lady said, “Come on Gary, it’ll be fun.”
Well, if she was going to be part of this. Oh fuck. What can I say? Even if she hadn’t been there, it was rapidly becoming a dream come true.
Pretending a bit of resistance, I gave in, and accepted the offer.
Ten minutes later, I was stark naked and strapped to their massage table. I hadn’t expected that! Somehow they had talked me into getting undressed in front of them and getting my wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the table with soft ropes, and a big strap across my lower chest. Basically, I couldn’t move. The worst thing is I was the only naked person in the room. Sam and Lucy stayed clothed. I felt terribly vulnerable.
I was not getting erect. The situation was just too weird. However, pretty soon, Sam had me hard as a rock with the gentlest massage of my balls. No one had ever done that before. It was fantastic. Meanwhile, Lucy was sitting in a chair, doing something on her laptop, and glancing in my direction every now and then.
I was really enjoying the ball massage, when everything changed, causing me to basically scream. Suddenly, my dick was on fire. Well, not on fire, really. It was like a horrible tickle. He had used some sort of oil and was rubbing his hand all over my cockhead. It was terrible. I was pulling so hard against the soft ropes holding me down that my wrists hurt. But I was also laughing. And Lucy was looking right at me, with my now very hard penis sticking straight up, as Gary held it, and continued rubbing. It was excruciating. And yet, I never wanted it to end.
He just kept going. I felt like I was going to cum maybe four times, but it never happened. The tickle was just too intense.
Then, the most embarrassing thing happened: I felt a sudden and super strong feeling like I had to pee. Before I could do anything about it, I felt urine leaking out all over Gary’s hand. He laughed and just kept going.
After a few more minutes, my dick softened, and he let go. Lucy stood up with some paper towels, wiped me off, then the table, then the floor, cleaning up the ounce or two of piss that came out of me.
I thanked them profusely. They thanked me for being their ‘guinea pig’ and I left a happy man, even though I hadn’t ejaculated. That’s a first for me. I’ve always cum at the end of a sexual encounter. Hell, it wasn’t the only first. That’s the first I’ve ever been touched by a man, the first time I’ve ever been watched by a woman. I mean, I’ve fucked a handful of women, I’ve even had an actual girlfriend for a while, but none of them ever watched my penis while it was being, um, worked on.
As you can imagine, the story doesn’t end there. I have since been back to their place several times. All three of us have been quite naked and participated in everything under the sun. Lately, they’ve been planning on having that the other guy from the factory, Justin, join us for a foursome.