On The Edge - Part 2

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The only excuse that I could possibly provide was the visible erection in my underwear. It had been my longest edging session yet, and if it hadn't been for Kyle's rude interruption, I would have busted a heavenly nut and never would have contemplated doing what happened next.

"Show me then" I said, and turned my chair around to him.

I don't know who was more surprised, him or me. We stared at each other for a moment, before Kyle laughed.

"Are you sure?" He asked me, and I wasn't, but I nodded.

"You're gonna have to get real comfortable with some crazy shit, real quick" he sniggered, standing up, "are you sure you're sure?"

This wasn't helping, nor was my aching cock.

"Just show me, Kyle" I growled, "I'm so fucking h..." I couldn't say those words to my best friend, but he got the idea.

"Have you got rope?"

"Rope?"

"Yeah" he smirked, "I need rope and lube, lots of lube".

I stared at him. This was beginning to sound a bit fishy.

"What for?"

"Dude, just trust me!" He laughed.

I sighed and began my search, which ended with three dressing gown ropes and a belt.

"Will these do?" I asked and he nodded. He found the lube himself.

"Alright get on the bed".

My heart slammed a little harder. This was the weirdest shit I had ever done, but I needed to cum, badly.

I lay down, feeling utterly ridiculous as Kyle smiled a shit eating grin, and grabbed my hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously, as he began to wrap one of the ropes around my wrist.

"It's no fun if you can stop it, is it?" He chuckled, tying me to the bed post.

"I don't know about this, bro" I laughed awkwardly, "isn't this like super gay?"

Kyle shrugged and tied my other wrist. Now I felt very vulnerable.

"Only if you cum" he told me, and without a moment's hesitation, Kyle grabbed my boxer shorts and ripped them down my legs.

"What the fucking fuck!" I gasped, as my semi-erect cock bounced against my smooth groin, but Kyle just laughed.

"You say I have a small dick?" He remarked, but he was joking. Or I hoped he was joking, anyway. It was six and a half inches on a good day, which was certainly bigger than his.

"Shut up" I growled, my cheeks burning, but Kyle ignored me and yanked my leg toward the other bedpost.

"What if my mom knocks?" I asked, panicked.

"I dunno" he shrugged, "maybe she'll like it".

"Shut up you sick fuck!" I snapped, kicking at him with my last remaining limb. He caught my foot, and tied it down.

"Alright, remember I said you've got to get real comfortable with certain shit?" Kyle laughed, and I glared at him as he took the bottle of lube and squirted it directly onto my cock.

"What certain shit?" I asked seriously, and Kyle began squirting the lube onto his left hand, squeezing it between his fingers.

"Kyle, what shit?"

"Just shut up for a minute" he ordered, and reached between my legs.

I waited for him to grasp my cock. It was strangely arousing to be tied, spread eagle on my own bed, but a second later I realised that Kyle wasn't reaching for my cock.

"Don't you fucking dare!" I spat, feeling his slippery hand near my butt.

"I told you to trust me, bro" he said, pushing his finger between my ass cheeks.

"Dude!" I gasped, "I'm not gay! You're not gay!"

"This isn't gay, dipshit. Now just shut up while I find it".

"Find what?!"

I winced as Kyle's bare finger pushed against my asshole. This wasn't what I expected at all.

"Dude, get your fucking finger out of my ass, right now".

Kyle stopped pushing as I clenched my ring tight. A moment later I moaned as he took my cock in his free hand and squeezed it.

"Yeah" I nodded, as Kyle's wet hand slid up and down my shaft, "this is gay as fuck".

He continued slowly, getting faster and faster and then slowing completely. Then he repeated it, and I moaned against my will.

"Fuck!" I hissed, "that's... That's..."

"It's good right?" He grinned, and it was only then that I realised that Kyle was rubbing his fingertip up and down my asshole.

"Dude, don't go in, I'm serious" I whimpered, pulling on the binds but enjoying the handjob more than I wanted to admit.

He sped up again, causing me to hold my breath as he took me right to the edge, and stopped abruptly.

"I don't think I can do this for much longer" I half laughed, "I'm gonna bust a nut, bro".

"Believe me" Kyle whispered, "you're gonna go much, much longer".

His voice almost sounded threatening, but I was too busy groaning as he gripped my cock and twisted his hand all the up it. Fuck, this felt good.

Kyle's finger continued to toy with my butt hole, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good. It clenched against his fingertip each time he took me closer to orgasm, and apparently that was his cue to stop.

"Bro, I'm going crazy here" I laughed, sweat now forming across my body, "you've got to let me cum".

"Say please" he sneered, sloshing his hand rapidly up and down my shaft, and stopping.

"Please!"

"Say I'm gay"

"You're gay"

Kyle's wet hand pumped my drooling prick until the exact moment that my load began to travel up my cock, then stopped.

"I'm gay! I'm gay! Fuck!"

He laughed, and started from the start before adding more lube to my bulging cock and balls.

"Please bro, I'm begging you" I groaned, but I couldn't help but laugh as well. It was like torture, though it was the best torture imaginable.

"We've only been going for fifteen minutes" Kyle shrugged, "and I haven't even gotten to the good part yet".

"The good part?" I asked breathlessly, feeling the sweat trail down my sides, "what good part?"

"Let me in your ass and I'll show you".

I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. Nothing about this situation made any sense to me, but my brain was too clouded in arousal to even care anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, and I was almost certain I heard my best friend cackle.

Nothing had ever been in my ass before, and I never imagined that anything would go in there, either, but slowly, and with plenty of lube, Kyle slid his finger deeper and deeper, and then began to twist like he was fucking looking for something.

"Jesus, man" I gasped, as he reached something that sent a shard of pleasure straight through my cock.

"Bingo" he replied.

"Bingo?! What's bingo? What are you... Oh fucking shitballs!"

Another burst of intensity rushed through me, and for a split second I thought I went blind!

"D... Dude what the fuck is that. What are you doing?!"

"Just relax" he said softly, and took my cock once more.

I couldn't relax. Every little movement he made took me to heights that I had never known. It didn't just feel like a wank anymore, it felt like every inch of my body was being pleasured. I mewled as I lay there completely helpless, with my arms and legs spread apart.

Kyle needed only to squeeze my cock and touch that magical spot inside me to cause my orgasm to begin, and then fade away when he stopped. I was drooling now, not just from my cock, but from my damn mouth.

The frustration that I was feeling made everything ten times more sensitive, and after a solid hour of Kyle teasing me, I was sure I was going to explode.

"P... Please Kyle" I almost cried, drenched in sweat and pre-cum, "you win, alright? Your way is better, please just let me cum".

"Give me that football jersey that I like" he grinned.

"Fuck no!"

"Fine".

He started again, making me moan and squirm as he pumped me inside and out.

"FINE! Fine, take it".

His thumb rubbed the underside of my sensitive, bulging helmet, and even that was enough to bring me to the edge for the thousandth time.

"Imagine I just left you here and went home" he laughed, releasing my cock but using the magic button in my asshole to bring me right back.

"Jesus Kyle please man! I'm gonna fucking pass out!"

"Do you think your mom will mind if I stay for dinner?" He asked, mindlessly fingering me.

"No" I gasped, realising that if I could just get him to focus on something else, he'd mistakenly let me cum. "No, you can stay. What do you want to eat? I can ask her... Oh fuck... I can ask her to get pizza? Or... Oh my god... Or whatever... Whatever you want, bro".

Kyle's lip curled to a devious grin and once again, he stopped.

I was exhausted. Every inch of my body was screaming for release, and my entire cock had turned purple and looked bigger than I'd ever seen it before. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Alright, are you ready?" He asked, and I nodded with my eyes closed.

"I'll finish you off on one condition" he continued.

"Yeah" I mumbled breathlessly, "anything".

"We do this again".

I couldn't even open my eyes. I simply nodded once more.

Kyle's lubed hand pumped. His finger rubbed against the special spot inside me, but this time he didn't stop. He went faster now, faster than he had since we started.

I moaned louder than I intended, but I didn't care. This was shaping up to be the most mind blowing, explosive fucking orgasm I'd ever had. Part of me expected him to stop just as I reached the point of no return, but Kyle sped up.

"Oh my fuck!" I whimpered, with literal tears rolling down my cheeks.

It began.

A ferocious wave of manic pleasure started deep in my balls and exploded like a nuclear fucking bomb. It rushed through me, reaching my fingers and toes, and making me see stars as my aching cock erupted with huge blasts of thick, hot cum.

It splashed across my lips, squirted up my chest, poured down Kyle's hands, and just kept going, and going and going.

His finger continued to prod my insides, and each time it did, more sperm gushed from my pole, and all I could do was cry and moan in ecstasy.

When I was finally empty I sank into the bed and tried to recover from the insanity of what had just happened. It was absurd, and weird, and strange, but it was also the best thing I'd ever felt in my life. Not only that, but I'd already agreed to a second round.

"Told you I was better" Kyle smirked, and shook his hand so that my own cum splashed against my face. "Maybe next time I'll put something bigger in your butt".