Part 2 - Round 1
And finally, it was my turn to touch Greg! Aunt Margaret's demo was only a short while, but I was so looking forward to this that it had felt like a very long wait. She is deliberately talking in a detatched and clinical manner, as if she is doing physiotherapy with him, but I'm so excited to have this incredibly good-looking guy naked and in front of me, his cock pointing stiffly in the air and waiting for my teasing! I'm serious when I told him I want to help him overcome his PE problem. After all, I sincerely want him to last as long as he can in my hands and be able to play with his cock for as long as I can.
"Greg, how are you doing so far? Let me know if you want me to slow down or to squeeze ok?" I tried to have a confident tone and to put him at ease despite the butterflies in my tummy. With so much anticipation behind my first encounter with his cock, I'm so nervous myself!
My hands finally came out from behind me, eager to meet Greg's erection. I grasped the middle part of his waiting cock with one hand, trying to observe his breathing pattern and the tension in his muscles like Aunt Margaret said I should. My hands tend to get very cold in aircon rooms. It feels so good to grip his cock and feel the hot blood in it! He gasped when he felt my cold hands on his cock. I gave it a little squeeze, enjoying the feel of its hardness. It's been properly wakened and ready for sex. I soon felt a lot more at ease with his cock in my hand like this, quietly surrendered for me to explore! I adjusted my grip, feeling how my fingers wrap around the shaft, not unlike how I would try out a new tennis racket. I then placed my left hand at the root of his cock and my right hand beside it, just covering the head. I like to measure cocks in this way. Some are longer and the head will stick out beyond my 2 hands, some come up to the middle of my right palm only. Greg's is a good size and feels just right in my hands.
"Your hands feel so small and smooth! And cold!" Greg exhaled. He seemed so awkward! But I would also feel embarrassed if I were the one lying down, naked, and being someone else's sex toy! I made it a point to inject some warmth into my voice and help him be at ease.
"My hands get cold from the air-con. But that's good, isn't it? The sensations will keep you hard. Does this feel the same as when you wank?"
"No, the way you grip it feels different. This feels very good."
I like to get my hands comfortable on a cock before I really start working on it, especially on the first encounter. I like to feel the size and compare against others in my memory. I like to observe the guy as he gets touched for the first time. Some are impatient, some are vulnerable like Greg, and feels a little violated. But all are just as horny at this point and won't want to stop. And allowing me to explore at my pace puts me in control. Part of the fun is in watching their reaction when their precious is in my control. They will put up with my teasing because I make it fun for them too. I would chat a little with Greg and crack a joke here and there. I want him to be relaxed and enjoy what I'm making him feel. I want to connect with this gorgeous guy, I don't want to just violate him. I don't want him to feel raped...
After getting acquainted with his joystick, I switched to using both hands, pulling it between 2 well-oiled palms, gently at first and then more firmly. I want him to enjoy the sensation for now.
He's looking at me now, not staring at the ceiling. I smiled at him and caressed his crown gently with my fingertips. That got a delicious shiver out of him. And then without warning, I gave him my first squeeze for practice. I circled his shaft with my thumb and forefinger, following my aunt's demo. I pressed in firmly with my thumb. I didn't know how hard to press, but he didn't complain and I guess I didn't press too hard. I held my thumb down, counted to 10 and then let go.
That was the end of my gentle start to his teasing. From then on, I explored his cock more earnestly, varying the tightness of my grip and speed of my pump, sometimes using both hands, sometimes pumping with 1 hand while I fondle his balls with the other. I would hold his balls in my hand, weigh them, and rub my thumb over each individual nut in the loose sack. Sometimes I would hold gently and give his balls a downward pull while I'm grazing his cock head with my other hand. All this while he was looking at me playing with his cock and balls. I think he was having as much fun as me!
It was fun observing him as he enjoyed the different sensations. He moaned softly and his mouth opened slightly, his breathing getting heavier. Precum was starting to leak from his pee hole and I wiped it off with my forefinger. That got another grunt from him and he closed his eyes and tried to relax. It's getting to him now. I remember that I was smirking. Yes, now he's letting me have my way with his sensitive cock. It's my toy now and I'm not going to ask him for permission anymore. I would have stuck the finger in my mouth to taste his juice, but aunt was looking keenly at what I was doing, and I wiped the precum on another part of his glans instead. I spread it around his cock head, adding to the lubricant.
"Enjoying yourself, Greg?" I teased. "You're getting wet."
"Greg you need to hold back," Aunt Margaret cut in. "Don't lose yourself in the sensations and ejaculate yet."
