I was playing with thing2 on my bed, my mouth on his cock, then switching to my hands—slow, deliberate, really taking my time. I told him what a good boy he’s been, how handsome he is, how proud he makes me. That kind of talk always gets him achingly hard.

Then I told him I was going to countdown from ten. As I counted, I stroked him faster and faster, building him up to the edge… until I hit two and stopped cold.

His head popped up, eyes wide, and he let out the most desperate little whimper.

“Oh, what’s wrong, baby?” I asked mockingly, enjoying his frustration.

And then he said it—“I thought you were letting me cum.”

The most pathetically cute thing I’ve heard in a while. I almost felt bad for him… almost. He did get to cum, but only after I played with him for awhile longer. 😏