It was a warm summer evening for me, a 19-year-old gay guy, and my 22-year-old boyfriend, Alex. We had been dating for almost two years and had just moved into a cozy beachside cottage. I had been wanting to try edging for a while but never found the courage to suggest it.
As we were preparing for a bonfire on the beach, I thought I’d finally give it a try. So, I suggested to Alex that we could try something new, and he agreed with a curious smile.
Once we were settled by the fire, I instructed Alex to take his swim trunks off. Then, I took mine off as well. I sat down next to him and started stroking our cocks slowly. I could feel his erection growing with every stroke, and mine was also responding in kind.
I continued stroking both of us for a while until I noticed Alex was starting to get close to the edge. I slowed down my pace and waited for him to calm down. I repeated this process a few times, bringing him closer to the edge before backing off.
With each time, Alex was getting more and more frustrated, and his cock was throbbing with need. His moans were getting louder, and I could tell he was getting desperate. But I kept edging him, denying him the orgasm he so desperately craved.
Finally, after a few minutes of edging, I decided it was time. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, still stroking our cocks. I felt Alex tense up, and a moment later, he erupted all over his stomach. His cock twitched and spurted rope after rope of hot cum onto his stomach.
As Alex was coming down from his orgasm, I couldn’t resist anymore. I grabbed my cock and began jerking off. It only took a few strokes before I too exploded all over his body, adding my cum to his.
After we cleaned up, we walked back to our cottage and settled in for the night. As we were lying in bed, I couldn’t help but think about how much fun it had been to edge Alex. I knew we’d definitely be trying it again soon.