“You still have a lot to learn. Don’t rush it. I know it’s so hard,” she emphasized the word by squeezing his cockhead, “but you need to take the time to learn some control.”
She sat back, but continued to stroke his cock through his shorts.
“Can you…” he gulped, and whispered, pleadingly, “Can you teach me?”
“As long as you remember that we’re not going to fuck.”
Trevor nodded quickly.
“Where are mom and dad?”
“In bed. It’s like 1 in the morning!”
“Let’s go upstairs.”
Stacy led him up to his room. He watched her tight ass, packed into her short shorts climb the stairs, and they went to his room. Stacy turned the lights on, dimmed them, and locked the door. Trevor stood in the middle of the room wringing his hands. Stacy took his hand and walked him to the computer chair. She sat him down, leaned over in front of him, so that her ass was an inch from his face and launched his browser. She pecked at the keyboard for a bit, and Trevor just sat staring at her round ass, oblivious to what she was doing on the screen. He kept his hands tightly on the arms of the chair, resisting the urge to reach up and touch those perfect globes of flesh in his face.
Stacy finished, bent to one of his drawers, and took out his bottle of lubricant. She set it on the desk, then went to his bed and took one of the pillows from it. Trevor looked at the screen, showing a porno video titled, “My brother’s first handjob”. He swallowed. Stacy returned, dropped the pillow to the floor, and sank to her knees.
“Take off your shorts.” she instructed.
Trevor slid his shorts down and off of his legs, his hard penis now bobbing excitedly in the air.
“Now, I want you to do exactly as I tell you, ok?”
He nodded.
“This lesson is about control. You don’t have any. You jerk yourself off, and cum. This time, I’m going to teach you how to last. Now, breathe with me.”
Trevor did, putting himself into his mental space like she’d taught him, calming his mind, focusing on the breath in his body, bringing his pounding heart rate down. He calmed, eyes fixed on the waiting video.
“Play it.” Stacy ordered.
He pressed the button. The video played. He recognized the people as the same couple from the previous video he’d watched. Stacy’s warm hands fondled his balls, cradling them, rolling them. She reached for the lube and took it from the desk. Trevor heard the click of the top opening and knew that Stacy was pouring the lube into her hands. A moment later, her slick hand wrapped around his penis, and the slippery lubricant coated his shaft. He groaned, while trying to focus on his breathing.
Stacy tugged his cock with slow, deliberate care, smearing the lube all along its length, squeezing his pulsing cockhead in her fist when she reached the top. Trevor exhaled loudly at the sensation, familiar, yet so different from when he did it himself.
“Is this how you do it?” Stacy asked, her voice a breathy whisper from between his legs.
He looked down, watching her hand slide up and down his erection. His eyes fixed on her cleavage.
“Don’t look at me.” She instructed. “Watch your dirty video and just pretend it’s not your big sister with your cock in her hand.”
That was easier said than done, he thought, but he obeyed and turned his gaze back to the monitor. The girl on the screen knelt before her “brother” in the same way Stacy was now. Her soft hands slid up and down his cock.
“I love your big dick.” The girl said. “It’s so dirty to let your big sister play with it, isn’t it?”
Brother groaned in agreement.
“Your girlfriend never plays with your cock, does she?” the girl asked.
“No.”
“She doesn’t understand what having a big cock is like.” The girl said. “She doesn’t know how much attention it needs. I know. I love you, and I know just how much your cock needs to be taken care of.”
Stacy stroked his cock more rapidly, working his cum up out of his balls. Her other hand cupped and played with his full nuts.