".....Once I got the shoes and socks off,
I got an arm around him,
holding his arms tight against his body,
and grabbed his crotch with my free hand.
He wasn't hard
but maybe we could do something about that later.
"You want to get hard for me, honey bun?"
I said sweetly as I groped him.
He wasn't yelling at me at the moment,
but he was panting frantically from his exertions.
"My prick is hard for you, honey."
Since I had a good hold on him,
I wasn't in any hurry,
and I really enjoyed teasing him like this.
And, just like any oversexed teenager,
as I groped him he began to get hard.
"You're getting hard for me, baby" I laughed.
"Guess I'm turning you on."
"You fucking son-of-a-bitch" he screamed at me.
"Let me go. Let me go."
With a big smile I very leisurely unfastened his belt,
unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped him.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it"
he started screaming right into my face.
In a way, having them scream at me can be a turn on,
but eventually it becomes a nuisance.
I grabbed one of his socks and stuffed it in his mouth. ......"
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