“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m all tied up here!” Roger said. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Nothing, I guess.” I said and I looked at Roger. “You can’t do anything, can you?”
“No.” Roger said.
I looked at him again. “Yeah, you can’t do anything. So I know something I can do.”
“What?”
I got down onto my knees and caught Roger right at his crotch, felt his wiener and balls down there. No underwear! “I can do this.”
Roger gasped, and his eyes bulged out at my hand down at the junction of his legs. “Are you nuts?”
“No, the nuts are here.” I grabbed his family jewels and gave them a gentle squeeze.”
“Are you seriously going to play with my dick while I’m stuck here?” Roger asked me.
“Why not?” I said. “Your mom won’t be back for a while.”
“What if I don’t want you to play with my dick?” Roger asked me while I worked at getting his zipper undone. It was tough, sliding it down with him sitting upright like he was.
“I’ll do it anyway.” I assured him. “You can’t stop me. Raise up, I can’t get you unzipped.
Roger obediently lifted his body upwards and I got his zipper down and his pants unbuttoned. When I’d done that, and his dick was bare to the outside, Roger sat back down, though he scooted down a bit on the chair. “You’re crazy.” he told me.
“You’re the one who wanted to be handcuffed to the chair.” I said to him. “Your own fault you’re stuck.”
Roger’s cock was all nice and hard, a stiff little pud that jutted up from his lap. I began to work his jigger with my fingers, the hot shaft feeling so nice and slick under my fingertips.
“If my mother catches us, you’re going to be in so much trouble.” Roger gasped. “She’s going to be so mad at you.”
“She’ll have to catch me first.” I said to him. “Until she does, I’m going to play with your wienie. Just try to stop me if you can!”
“Ooh, oh, oh!” Roger gasped. “Oh, Bill, that feels so good, oh, oh, oh-oh-OH-OH-OH!”
Roger groaned and raised his hips and then went back down again. “Okay, now, stop it, Bill.” He had asked me to stop playing with his dick when we were in bed together and I had always stopped, same as he always stopped for me. Not this time, I kept right on pumping him.
Roger’s eyes got wide and he began to groan, really groan as I kept working him. “No, Bill, stop now, you got to stop, you, oh, oh, OH-GUH-AH-AH-HANH! AN-HANNH! AN-HANNH!” He didn’t just rise up, he was writhing under my flailing fingers, he was gyrating and his hips thrust upwards like he was trying to hunch into my hand even deeper.
He sagged back after a time, gasping for breath hard, and his wiener, which had never gone all soft for me before, turned into a bit of wet mush in my fingers. So I let go of it and asked him, “Did you like that?”
“Oh, oh, oh!” Roger was panting heavily, his eyes looked dazed and he was almost limp in the chair.
“Did you like that?” I asked him again when he finally stopped panting so hard and his eyes began to focus again.
“Oh, yeah!’ Roger sighed. “That was like nothing I’d ever felt before! Jeez! You didn’t stop and my peter just went all wild! Oh, man!”
“That was fun!” I said. “You went all crazy on me, moaning like that!”