Self-restraint, Part 2
Category: Authoritarian, Urination
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The next morning we set out for our hike as planned. The tour was to take place nearby, the starting point was just over an hour's drive from Timo's apartment. At breakfast and when we packed up our equipment, we both didn't say a word about what had happened the night before. Only my pants, which I had washed out and hung over the shower rod to dry, were a reminder that he had made me watch him jerk off with forced passivity and how he had allowed me to pleasure myself through my jeans afterwards - stains included.
When we arrived at our destination and had marched a few miles with our backpacks, Timo said he had to take a piss. He stood by a tree on the side of the trail. As usual, I stopped a few meters away to wait for him.
But then he hissed at me, "Come here!"
Somewhat irritated, I walked back to him. He signaled me with his hand to stand next to him.
"Your training continues. Or did you think yesterday was all?"
I shook my head cautiously.
"Fine, let's start with you watching me piss. - Just watch, get it? That means you don't touch yourself or me."
He undid the belt of his hiking pants, unbuttoned them, and took out his cock. He didn't even bother to pull back the foreskin that completely covered his glans, but just strutted off with a wide stream. Nonchalantly. His member was fat, but not stiff. Timo looked first in the distance and then over to me. I stared transfixed at his cock and, of course, immediately got an erection.
"When I'm done, you may piss also," he admitted to me.
"I think that won´t work," I replied meekly.
"Well, you had enough coffee earlier."
Then his eyes fell on my crotch.
"You're not serious, dude: you'll get a hard-on right away, even if you're just watching me pee?! You seem to really need it."
"Sorry, Timo," I muttered, blushing.
"It's all right. I just wouldn't have expected it. It's not like it's the first time you've seen a man's dick - it shouldn't be a big deal for you anymore."
"Yours is."
He grinned. "All the better: then you can practice now how it feels to hike up the mountain with a hard-on."
More badly than right I stumbled the next kilometer behind him. The fact that I could look at the tight ass in his pants all the time didn't make things any better, but the more strenuous the hike became, the more the blood drained from my dick. My curiosity about what would come next did not diminish nonetheless and my inner tension grew. We walked side by side in silence for some time until he finally asked:
"So, have you calmed down again?"
"I'm fine," I grumbled. Somehow I did resent him for treating me like a schoolboy all this time.
"Hey, you know I don't have a problem with you liking guys. I already told you that when you finally confessed it to me. Besides, I'd be really offended if my bolt, of all things, left you cold."
"Well, if that's how you see it. Then why all the games?"
"I don't know. I just think it's fun to see how serious you are and how far you'd go. By my rules."
By his rules, of course. Hardly by mine. This was different from our friendship so far. Not balanced, not agreed upon, not at eye level. And apparently it was fun for him at the moment to play the alpha male, which he was in a purely physical sense anyway.
About halfway up our climb, which took place in a largely deserted forest, Timo ordered the next stop.
"So, this time you may go first. I don´t want your bladder burst because you'll never get your turn."
He even discreetly stands aside, but then called out to me:
"Stay there when you're done and have your dick safely stowed away again."
So I stopped behind the bushes at the side of the path. Timo came over, stood next to me, and apparently repeated the ritual from earlier, taking out his cock and pissing while I watched him. As the stream slowly dried up, he pointed his index finger at the ground next to him.
"Kneel there!"
I went nearly unconscious for a moment: Was it really going to be that time? Would I be allowed to watch him jerk off one more time? Or did he maybe even want me to suck him off? I would have liked nothing better and so I followed his instruction without hesitation. What he had in mind, however, was something quite different.
"Open your mouth!"
Hoping that he would stick his dick in me, I knelt on the forest floor like a child who is supposed to say "Aaaahhh" at the doctor. Timo, however, shake off his fat prick and give me the two or three drops on my tongue that he was still squeezing out. I stretched my head a little higher to at least lick the moisture right off his cock. Immediately I had his hand on my forehead. He gently but firmly pushed me back.
"That was enough reward for you. Swallow it down. - What's that good boy say?"
"Thank you!", I sighed, and to my own horror, actually meant it as seriously as it sounded.
On the last part of our climb, he questioned me mercilessly. Like whether I was actually into anything that came out of my dick. Or whether I had previously jerked off in the school bathroom because of the smell there. Again and again he admonishes me to tell him the truth. I didn't care about anything by now, if I could just get him to keep playing the game.
When we reached the top of the mountain and enjoyed the view, Timo, contrary to our habit, did not want to rest there. For the lunch break he chose instead a shelter that was a bit below. Dingy and cozy at the same time, like all these wooden huts along hiking trails. There we took our provisions out of our backpacks. When I wanted to open my lunch box, Timo put his hand on it.
"It's not your turn until I'm done."
I probably looked at him a bit crossly. This wasn't the kind of game I was into. But I didn't want to discuss it now either. Besides, I was really hungry, so I just hoped he would finish his meal quickly. Of course, he took a cruel amount of time instead, enjoying my palpable impatience. As he chewed the last bite of his bread on the bench across from me, he said curtly:
"Hand me your lunch box, will you?"
"No," I said, "I really need the food myself. Otherwise I won't make it back."
"Jesus, you give me a lot of credit. I don't want to have your food at all, but add something for you, you gay weirdo."
Now I no longer understood anything, but still gave him my lunch box, which was already opened. He stuck it between his legs.
And then he celebrated once again what he had already done last night. Only this time I was allowed to watch while sitting. He took out his cock, jerked it completely stiff with barely four pulls, and then began to masturbate, relaxed and with his eyes closed. With his right hand he pushed with pleasure the foreskin over his plum, soon already wet shining glans. In between, he only half-opened his eyes to check me and toss me:
"You be a good boy over there, all right?"
No answer was needed. I had understood that he expected me to remain motionless until he allowed me to do otherwise.
After agonizing minutes during which my horniness grew, he pushed his cock down a little, held the open lunch box under it with his left hand, and with a soft exhale, snorted three thick spurts of cum onto my sandwiches. Then he flipped the lid of the box closed, stowed his cock back in his pants without even wiping it off in any way, handed me my box and said laconically:
"Enjoy your meal!"
As if dazed, I accepted the provisions. What a dumb schoolboy prank. And yet I found it unspeakably horny. Timo watched me with interest as I opened the lid and sniffed. I could immediately detect the tangy aroma of his sperm, even though it mixed with the other smells inside. I took out one of the sandwiches and licked down the still warm liquid. I had always liked the taste of cum, but this was the best I had ever tasted. As if of my own accord, I ran my left hand under my waistband as I did so.
"Eat, don't jerk off, you unruly piglet. Only real guys are allowed to do that up here."
I groaned in exasperation. Not only because the saying was stupid, but because I finally had to go somewhere with my horniness.
"Timo, I can't stand it like this," I grumbled.
"Yes, you can. Eat up and then we march back. And if you stay good, maybe there'll be a reward."
For nothing in the world would I have wanted to risk this. And actually controlled myself as well as I could. Something else was hardly possible, because Timo left me no more unobserved moment on our way back.