On The Edge - Part 1

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Part 1 of 2

Her tits bounced with each ferocious thrust. The man's large, black cock looked as though it would come out of her mouth, and her shrieks of pleasure were bringing me right to the edge.

I loved porn. It was all I did. School, porn, sleep, porn, wake up, porn. I couldn't get enough of it, and I guess at eighteen, I had the stamina to keep going for as long as I needed to.

I'd learned about edging not long before that. Bringing yourself to the brink of a burning orgasm, but preventing yourself from spilling over. It became my favourite hobby. I'd spend hours and hours just jerking my cock until the tingling sensation washed through my body, and then I'd stop, and my prick would dance and sling slime all across my legs, then I'd start again.

I reached it quicker than I had a few minutes ago. It only took seconds of jerking, then even less time, then less again, until even a brush of my hand made me weak with pleasure.

One more stroke and it was game over. I'd been jerking for hours and the veins in my stiff, wet tool bulged violently. This was my favourite part. The moment in which all of the wanking combined into one violent, explosive orgasm that rocked every inch of my young body.

The man pulled his dripping rod from the woman's gaping pussy and spat on it before driving it deep inside her once more. Holy fuck, I could feel it begin to intensify in my balls. This was going to be a big one.

I held my breath, whimpering slightly as it took me, until my door burst open and everything froze.

My cock spasmed aggressively, pouring thick pre-cum from my slit, but I'd been just a millisecond from shooting my straining load. I wasn't sure what I was more annoyed by, the fact that my orgasm had been denied, or the fact that my best friend stood in the doorway, his mouth agape and his eyes wide.

I grabbed my shirt and held it over my desperate cock. I was sweating profusely, my face red from strain and embarrassment.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I asked breathlessly, unable to even look at him.

"Y... Your mom" he groaned, "she told me... She said you were up here!"

"Don't you fucking knock?!"

Kyle was the same age as me, and we'd been friends for years, but that didn't make the situation any less uncomfortable. Especially because my cock refused to soften.

His eyes landed on the computer screen which now showed the man drenching the hot young woman in floods of sperm, but I closed it quickly.

"Sorry" he grimaced.

Kyle sat down on the end of my bed and I remained half naked in the chair. The room went silent for a moment before he spoke again.

"Holy shit, bro" he sniggered, "this room stinks of dick, how long have you been jerking off?"

"Shut up" I growled, awkwardly sliding my boxers back on. I'd been so fucking close!

"Yo! Were you edging?"

The word didn't sound right coming from him. That was supposed to be a secret thing that only horny, jerk-off addicts knew about.

"What do you know about it?" I asked, sounding a little angrier than I wanted to.

"I know more than you" he grinned, and I looked at him briefly and scoffed.

"No way"

"Yes way"

"You edge?"

He nodded.

"And I bet I know how to make it feel better than you do".

"No chance" I replied smugly, "I can edge for hours".

It felt odd to be boasting to my best friend about how long I could wank for. We had always been close, but never that close.

He smirked at me in that 'I don't believe you' way, and I glared at him.

"It's not the same when you edge yourself" he informed me, "that's just dumb".

"How is it dumb?!" I snapped back, "and no fucking way anybody has ever touched your tiny dick!"

He shrugged and smiled.

"For real?" I asked, turning in the chair but keeping the t-shirt pressed closely to my throbbing cock beneath my wet underwear. "Who?"

"Sarah Murtagh" he grinned widely, "that chick is a freak! She showed me how to do it properly".

"What do you mean, properly?" I asked, trying to play down how curious I now was.

"I can show you" he told me, "but you can't tell anybody".

I stared at him for a moment. Was he asking what I thought he was asking? Surely not. Neither of us were gay, I knew that for certain. Maybe he wasn't thinking what I was thinking.

"How can you show me without doing it?" I asked curiously, and Kyle laughed.

"I can't".