It was a sunny day for me, a 20-year-old gay guy, and my long-time 23-year-old boyfriend. We had been dating for almost a year and had just moved in together. I had been wanting to try edging for a while but never found the courage to suggest it.
As we were getting ready for a picnic, I thought I'd finally give it a try. So, I suggested to him that we could try something new, and he agreed.
Once we were at the park, I instructed him to take his pants and boxers 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 he 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, he 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 him 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 he 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 car and drove home. As we were walking up the stairs to our apartment, I couldn't help but think about how much fun it had been to edge him. I knew we'd definitely be trying it again soon.