It took me about an hour to run my errands last night after work. Lion was on the bed waiting when I got home. I asked if he was going to do a boner shot and he said he thought we could try without it first. I was game.
The other night, when I snuggled close to him, I didn’t dive right in for my weenie. I rubbed his chest and stomach. I pinched his boobies. I let my hand wander oh-so-close, but I didn’t touch it. I did the same thing last night. By the time I got around to his balls, my weenie was almost at attention. Nice!
I hadn’t planned on spanking him if he did a boner shot. If he didn’t need one, I still wasn’t going to spank him. I did, however, swat his balls a little. Well, I told him he’d be spanked every day. I just didn’t specify where. (Actually, I never said I would do it every day. I only wondered if he needed it.) [Lion — I think I do]
To my surprise and happiness, my weenie was even harder. He never got to super hardness, but I had enough to work with. After jerking him off for a while, I asked if I could suck him or if he was good doing what we we doing. He wanted to be sucked. Nice!
By the time we got settled in for his blow job, Mr. Weenie had faltered a bit. He needed mouth to cock resuscitation. It worked, and off we went. I thought things were going well. He seemed to be enjoying himself. A while later, however, he seemed to lose some of his erection. He was still hard enough to continue, so I soldiered on.
I don’t know how long I was sucking him, but I was determined to make him come. I didn’t care if my entire body went numb or fell asleep. He was having a damn orgasm. Except he wasn’t. He didn’t. His erection was less. There was nothing in his body language that told me he was close. Or even far. When I finally stopped, he said it felt good, but nothing was happening.
He just needs more swats. Swats are the answer. Luckily, I’m pretty good at delivering them. I’ll spank that orgasm out of him yet.
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