Almost [Chapter Five]

Kinks: Edging, Bondage, Roleplay

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POV: Jeff

I couldn't stand it.

When today's fuck felt empty earlier, I knew something had definitely changed.

Nothing feels as good as Oliver's edging at this point.

I knew that if I wanted to set my brains straight again, I need to experience that orgasm again. Properly, this time.

"Something to drink?" Oliver opened his fridge and called out to me. "Coke, Beer, Tubig?"

"Oh. Kahit tubig lang, thanks." I meekly reply. I can smell the lust in this room, and it's making me hard real quick.

The scent is very familiar to me since it's almost how my unit smells after an entire day of sex. I'm used to the odor of musk, cum, and air freshener mixing together in an attempt to cancel each other out, but for some reason the musk emanating from Oliver's unit is of a different level of intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac I never knew I wanted.

"Here." Oliver hands me a glass of water, which I chug down in one go. Man, I never realized how dry my throat was.

"Thanks." I hand the glass back to Oliver, who set it on the table and took a seat opposite me.

"You wanna talk about last time before we start?" Oliver asked curiously. "Parang may struggle ka pa about last time."

"I don't know, Oliver..." I shook my head, removing my cap and running a hand across my hair. "Ever since that day, sobrang iba na ng feeling ko when it comes to sex..."

"Nothing feels the same anymore, doesn't it?" Oliver leans back and scrutinizes me with a smile.

I nod quietly, swallowing my pride and ego and admitting to this guy, this nerdy introvert boy, that there's something that only he can provide me at this point.

Oliver laughed at me. It wasn't a mocking laugh naman, more of a reaction to what I probably said and did.

"You won't be the first guy who grew to crave being edged, Jeff." Oliver leaned forward and leveled his gaze with me. "Once you get a taste of being edged, mahirap na tapatan yun ng normal na kantot or jakol."

"It feels empty, Oliver. Nothing comes close at this point." I groan. "Lahat ng kantot, chupa, at jakol sakin, walang epekto. Lalabasan ako and masarap yung feeling, but it doesn't match up to what I felt last time dito."

"Let me help you, then." Oliver said. "Although it looks like may issue ka din with cumming too fast. To be honest, you surprised me when you suddenly came after less than a minute. Record na sakin yun, ah."

"Yeah." I replied. "That was why I got curious with what you're gonna do, actually. You said you can make a dick last for an hour, so I thought you'd be able to help me... last longer, so to speak."

"And I can. I just needed to get a feel of you to know better, which I do now." Oliver continued. "You gotta trust me, though, Jeff. It's not going to be an easy, uhh... training. Yeah, that's the right term, probably."

"T-training?" I gulped. "What... kind of training?"

"Edging training, of course." Oliver said. "Kelangan masanay ka maedge and mag edge ng sarili mo. The only way you can get that high again without being too dependent on me is to learn how to do it yourself."

"Fuck that. I can't last long when I start jerking or fucking." I scoffed.

"So we'll take it slow. You didn't become a varsity star overnight, I'm sure. These things take time to build up."

"Nakakahiya naman, maaabala pa kita."

"Are you kidding? Ako, maaabala ng tite?" Oliver laughed again. "Hubad na and higa sa kama."

"Wait, we're doing it now?"

"Isn't that why you're here?"

Fuck, tinigasan ako lalo. I know I went here tonight to confront Oliver about what happened last time and get some answers, but... man.

That escalated real quickly.

"Okay. I'm in your hands tonight, Oliver." I take off my clothes and lie myself on the bed, legs spread and my boner twitching and throbbing in front of Oliver, who took some time in visually admiring it.

"Call me Ollie. Pag nauulol kana sa sarap, hindi mo na kakayanin yung buong pangalan ko." Oliver laughed as he sat on the bed next to me, his gaze back on my needy cock.

Tangina, lalo akong tinigasan sa mga tingin nya, I even felt and saw the precum leak.

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POV: Oliver

Okay, Round Two.

I got a second shot at this and I won't waste the opportunity!

"Don't be nervous." I assured Jeff, running my hand from his crotch all the way up to his chest, playing with the nipples as I passed them. "Just relax. Focus on the sensations."

With my free hand I reached for my phone and swiped to a stopwatch app. I set the timer running.

"So good..." Jeff moaned, arcing his head back, his voice rolling out like a melodious hum. "I'll do good on this training, Ollie, make me last longer in bed..."

"Baby steps, Jeff, baby steps." I knead on his crotch area and abs softly, making every deliberate effort to avoid stimulating his dick.

Ollie Protip #1: When a guy has a sensitive dick and cums easily, don't stimulate it too soon. Find the edgee's erogenous zones and focus on those.

"Aaahhhh..." Jeff moaned some more as my hands kneaded upwards to his chest and nipples. Judging from how stiff and puckered his nipples are, he seems to derive a lot of stimulation there. "Sarap, Ollie. Pwede ka nang masahista, tang ina..."

"Amateur skills lang ako dito." I laughed, flicking my fingers at his nipples. Pinitik ko ng ilang beses and I enjoyed his sudden whimpering at each sudden stimulation of his sensitive spot. "You like this, don't you?"

He nodded, closing his eyes and biting his lip. So cute.

"...Don't you?" I pinched at both his nipples hard and twisted them for greater effect.

Ollie Protip #2: Control is sexy. The edgee must learn to surrender his pleasure to you. Assert your dominance and make him dance at the palm of your hand.

"Y-yes, FUCK!" Jeff moaned louder than usual as I added a touch of pleasurable pain into his rhythm, his dick twitching at that reaction. Precum pooled at the tip of his handsome cock, glistening and threatening to drip down the erectile length.

"Yes..." he whimpered. "I like that, Ollie, please... more..."

"More, where?" I leaned forward and whispered softly at his ear, resting one hand on his chest and tracing circles on his nipple with my index finger. Kinakalabit ko at the end of every circular motion.

"Here... there... everywhere... fuck, sarap..." Jeff moaned loudly. I can sense the heightened arousal at the dirty talk I just did. Depriving his dick of the touch it seeks is also doing a number on him as well.

"You want me to touch... this?" I moved a hand to lightly brush at his dick, just grazing the tip and spreading a generous amount of that beaded-up precum onto my palm.

"Ha-a-aaaa...!" Jeff's lips parted at that, his body instinctively humping upward in an attempt to rub at as much of my hand as it can reach before it wandered away. "Y-yes... touch it, I want you to edge it..."

"Look, o." I held up my palm in front of his face, wet with his precum. "You're precumming so hard. Do you precum that often?"

"What?" Jeff turned his attention to my palm, though I can see his eyes were barely focused on it. "No... yes, I don't know, I don't... I don't... Ahhhhh... I don't check..."

Ollie Protip #3: Communicate. Ask the edgee what he's feeling, what he wants to happen. Tell him what he should expect. Put his mind at ease. Plus, you can measure the edgee's engagement to his lust by how coherent his replies are.

"Should I start?" I ask him gently, rubbing my precum-stained palm on a nipple. Its natural lubrication made it slippery on his chest and I made sure I wasn't pressing down on it, just letting my palm rub at the tip of his nipple in a circular, teasing motion.

"O-Ollie...!" He suddenly grasped my hand and moved it down to his crotch. "Please, hawakan mo na!"

For the record, I do not like it when my edgees think they know better how I should stimulate them. Pag nagjajakol ka mag-isa, alam mo kung pano mo pasasarapin sarili mo.

Sorry to say, Jeff, but you aren't jerking off by yourself right now.

I let my hand be guided anyway to his needy cock and grasp it at the base with my hand, feeling it throb and twitch with excitement. He breathed heavily as he felt that sensation which is all-too-familiar to him: the start of his journey to orgasm Nirvana.

Man, I could swear his dick was like steel. Tigas kung tigas. Who needs drugs to keep this stick up if edging alone can make that happen?

"Hawak ko na. Happy?" I smirk as I look down on Jeff, keeping a firm grip on his cock. It continued to throb against my grip, yet my hand remained still and passive.

"Jakulin mo na, dali! Taas-baba! Please..." Jeff pleaded in a high-pitched tone, an obvious trace of frustration at the game I'm playing with him. He sounded like a child begging for his parents to give him what he wanted.

"No, you told me hawakan ko lang, so eto, hawak ko na." I shrug and keep my hand still. I'm enjoying watching him suffer once again, but I won't make the same mistake twice.

"JAKOL, PUTA! JAKULIN MO, OLLIE!" Jeff screamed in abject need. He humped upwards in an attempt to fuck my hand, but my grip remained firmly anchored at the base of his dick, so it just moved up and down along with his thrusting motions.

Ollie Protip #4: When you hold the edgee's dick, make sure he cannot struggle to remove it or otherwise control its movement.

"Soon, Jeff, soon." I coo at him softly, moaning at his ear - a struggle, since he was mildly thrashing at the bed in an attempt to eke out some friction, any form of the tiniest sensation, some stimulation that would rub his dick against my hand.

My grip held and moved with his motions. Not yet, Jeff, not yet.

"Tang ina mooooo... edging ba talaga to, parang tino-torture mo ko..." Jeff sounded like he was about to cry now, the way his voice was breaking and pleading. The frustration was strong in his face now, and I can already see the signs of the next emotion surfacing.

Panggigigil.

"Why, hindi ba masarap?" I ask him innocently, smiling as I watched the expression shift. "If torture to sayo, Jeff, bakit ang tigas tigas nito?" I tighten my grip around his cock a bit and I felt it throb hard against that resistance.

"FUCK, YES, SOBRANG SARAP, OLLIE, TANG INA!" Jeff screamed, gritting his teeth and vigorously humping up and down, to no avail. "JAKULIN. MO. NA!" each word was punctured by an intense hump.

"Good boy, good boy." I continue to smile at him. "Here's a reward."

I slide my hand up to the head of his dick, my hand rubbing at every inch of the dick's stiffness. I hold that for a full second, then I slide my hand down again, tightening a bit and pulling down at both hard muscle and skin, stretching the skin at the tip of his cock to a smooth shine.

Jeff's eyes rolled back and he let out a long, drawn-out moan. His dick throbbed excitedly and I felt several pulsing sensations from deep within.

Oh, my.

His prostate felt that excitement.

"Did you like that?" I leaned forward to his ear again and whispered. "Behave kana, Jeff? Mag start na tayo."

There was no reply, only an obedient, vigorous nod. His eyes were closed, and he was biting his lips with restrained pleasure.

Good boy.

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POV: Jeff

I'm drowning in my own lust.

It's filled me up completely.

Every touch, every word, every sensation I feel...

...it turns me on. Badly.

More. I want more.

Please, Ollie...

I felt his hand slide up my dick again and my mind exploded into a fireworks display of orgasmic delights. How can one stroke do that?!

One very slow, very intense stroke.

It wasn't like any hagod sa tite. It felt like his hand was charged with electricity and channeled static pleasure to my sensitive dick, spreading that energy all over my body.

Fuck, my toes tingled at that sensation!

When the current reaches my lips, it escapes as a loud moan of pleasure.

Was that me?

I feel like someone whose control of my body is severed, a consciousness trapped in a body that is no longer mine to control.

With Ollie's every stroke, my body responds in ways I never even knew could be possible. A stroke upward, and I moan. The subsequent downward stroke, I thrust up instinctively to welcome it home.

I'm a locomotive engine, slowly being urged to a rhythm. Stroke up, moan. Stroke down, hump. Moan. Hump. Moan. Hump.

I feel the pleasure wash over me with every stroke, the intensity building up at the base of my dick, but never bursting. It's like a balloon of pleasure that's slowly inflating and filling up.

In this case, though, it's not bursting, like how I would normally expect it to the moment it fills up. It just keeps filling up.

"Still there, Jeff?" I hear Ollie's voice and it was a struggle to tear my thoughts away, to rise up from that pool of lustful pleasure and acknowledge him.

"So good, Ollie..." I heard myself say. No, whimper. I sounded like a drugged puppy.

"Look."

He showed me something that didn't register as quickly in my mind. There were flashing numbers and flickering symbols.

"What... ano yan..." Fuck, Jeff, FOCUS!

No. Just pleasure. No Focus.

Moan, Hump. Moan, Hump.

Moan.

Hump.

FUCK.

"Aww, so cute." I heard Oliver murmur with satisfaction as the mysterious thing disappeared from my view. "You're going strong at eight minutes so far, Jeff. In a single night, you've done a 400% improvement!"

Fuck 400. I can't math at the moment.

Moan.

HUMP.

UGH!

"More, please..." I begged. Fuck, I heard myself beg! I've never begged!

Desperation. It's real.

I'm feeling it completely.

"More?" Oliver smiled.

WHOA. FUCK!

I felt the engine race faster. The jolting sensation lifted me from the pools of lust and I felt my back instinctively arcing, excitedly welcoming the sudden swift friction and blinding me with intense, rolling waves of pleasure.

Fuck, best fuck ever, Is it fucking? Am I fucking fucking?! I don't know... I don't care... fuck... fuck...

"...FUCKKKKK...!" I squealed loudly, my tone almost girly at this point. My legs spread wide open of their own accord, amplifying the sensation I'm feeling. Alam mo yung nagjajakol ka tapos malapit ka nang labasan, so you spread your legs wide for a better cumshot?

Putangina, napapaganun ako. A weird feeling swirls at my groin area, a feeling of me wanting to cum but something preventing my body from getting there - that certain something being Oliver's god-hand.

"Are you close na?" I heard Oliver speak the magic words.

I nodded, desperate, unashamed, admitting to this boy that I'm nearing my limits.

I've bared my lustful soul to you now. Please, make me cum!

IT'S ALMOST THERE!

GIVE IT TO ME!

"Close enough."

The next sensation is like a sudden blackout in the middle of a party. There's an overload of sensations that gets swiftly, suddenly, and rudely replaced by darkness and silence.

"FUCK!" I scream out loud, my soul being thrust back into my body and releasing the frustration - the hatred - along with it. "FUCK YOU, OLIVER!"

Oliver laughed hard at me habang nagbalik yung ulirat ko.

"You did good for your first session, Jeff." Oliver patted my dick gingerly - and fuck, each pat was like applying voltage on my nigh-sensitive cock. "That'll be all for tonight."

"WHAT?!" I protested. "Anong that'll be all?! Hindi ako magpapalabas ngayon?!"

"You want to last, right?" Oliver countered. "Sanayin mo sarili mo na hanggang dun lang nararamdaman mo for now. That's an important part of your training."

"B-but..." I was lost for words.

He took me further than that explosive bliss last session and now he's leaving me on that state again to simmer.

This isn't training, it's torture!

"And don't you dare jerk off until tomorrow, I will know." Oliver's expression went stern as he stared right into my eyes. "You don't want to suffer tomorrow, do you?"

Napalunok ako. Shit, tigas pa din ng tite ko, fuck.

How will I survive the next 24 hours?

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Continued on Chapter 6