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Whether because of the situation, or the alcohol, he wasn't getting hard, and I was starting to think that maybe that wasn't what he really wanted, "Want to stop now, Dale?", I needed reassurance that he was ok with it. He nodded frantically, he was obviously embarrassed for not getting an erection “Keep going dickhead...” he said holding my wrist to make sure I didn't took my hand out of his pants. I felt humiliated by him calling me dickhead, but not enough to walk away in protest. My hand still wrapped tightly around his trunk, he was now guiding my hand with his own hand to make sure I would masturbate his dick. But he was quite frantic in his efforts. "Dale...Dale... just stop for a minute, Dale. STOP. STOP. STOP, or you'll pull my hand out with your dick still attached to it, ok? Just STOP for ten fucking seconds." I yelled. With his hand still attached to the wrist, which was attached to the hand, which was attached to his dick, he stopped and looked at me. "Listen. Dale. Chill the fuck out...let me do it, will ya?” I offered. That shut him down “You...have a nice prick, kiddo” I hesitated to finally admit it to him, but I felt much better once I did. “Ya like me cock?” he said with a wicked grin on his face. “Yeah...it's nice...” I reiterated. As I spoke, I continued to run the pads of my fingers soothingly and methodically along the shaft of his organ, which I could tell was beginning to fill with blood. He was loving it "Yeah...wank me cock Dave...feels good broh". He sighed and rolled his Hardcore eyes, looking off into the distance behind me, enjoying the feeling of my hands blowjob He massage tried to stifle the charming grin that cracked along the right side of his bleary-eyed boyish face. "Get on wiv it...make me cum bitch". Though my cock twitched, I was getting uncomfortable with his language, I never had someone talking to me that way, let alone an uneducated little brat. So I pulled away, which led to a puzzled teen look from my young quarry. “Sorry can't do this...that's wrong” I whined. “Fuck u doing?...put your hand back in me' pants...dickhead” he said with a menacing scowl. I thought his usual scowl was unsettling, but this time his face was contorted in anger, I never seen him like that, he genuinely scared me. Even though he was a young lad, he was 6 feet tall and he probably knew how to fight. I felt like I was losing control of the situation. “Look Dale...” I started saying but he immediately interrupted me. “Shut the fuck up old man...or ya want me to tell 'me dad about that his friend he's a faggot?” he yelled. He looked like he was sobering up, maybe it was the fresh air, or the blood flooding fast in his veins, but he seemed more in control now. Whether it was his treat or the fact that he was just scary, I was left speechless. I am sure he could see the fear in my eyes, he then continued “Now, keep wanking me” he ordered, looking me straight in the eyes. I wasn't used to take orders, but it felt natural to follow his. “Ok kiddo...but turn around, it's easier if I stand behind you, mate. So turn around...please" I said trying to sound as accommodating as possible. This time it masseuse was his turn to do as I said. Leaning against my car, and still dizzy, he turned around, shakily. I physically took his left hand, planting it on the edge of the car, placing his right hand on the opposite side, and then reaching around and grabbing hold of his family jewels through his trackies, I pulled him back a few steps, till his ass mashed into my own erect groin, causing him to leap forward again like he'd been electrocuted. It was as if it’s clit had been exchanged for a cock. But just to rub his helplessness in, as a final touch Miranda also slid leather bondage gloves over his hands. Adam is very good at it. 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