I was sitting in Jason's home on the couch praying that he would hurry home. Before I wouldn't have minded sitting at home by myself, but know the silence seemed to be eating my very will power alive, When he was home I could keep my mind distracted by imaging him.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, And I tried to imagine what Jason looked like. His soft curly black hair, Tightly muscled body, his delicious eight pack, I felt myself grow slightly hard and tried to will it away but his words rung out in my head.

Use me until you need me more than your drugs.

I grew so much harder. I knew Jason wouldn't be home until around 5 and that was like hours away. I drew in a deep breath and laid out on the couch, I spread my legs so that I had the space to touch myself. My sweatpants were tight and so uncomfortable but I left them on and dipped my hand into my boxers and palmed my length.

I moaned from just touching my tip. I massaged my tip making my back arch off the couch slightly. I wrapped my hand around my length and started to move my hand at a moderate speed. The moans slipped out of my mouth every few seconds and my back arched. I was getting frustrated and could seem to jerk myself off because I was too sensitive.

I laid back on the couch and groaned. I opened my eyes and saw Jason standing there. I felt my skin heat up and I felt slightly embarrassed.

"W...What are you doing home so early."

"Mmm, I took the rest of the day off, good thing too you look like you could use some help.'

Jason started to approach the couch and felt my heart rate speed up. I could aways get off the couch and run but for some reason, my legs all but refused to work. Jason got close to me and sat on the couch, he started to massage my legs and calfs. I was about the ask him what he was doing when he suddenly started to massage my inner thighs, I left out a moan and he growled gripping the waistband on my sweatpants and he all but tore them off of me.

My breath came out shaky when he grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer to him. He dipped his hand into my boxer and I left out a strangled cry when he palmed my hard on.

"Ohh you poor thing look at how hard you are."

I was set on responding and asking if he was teasing me, but that soon left my mind when his mouth captured my member through my boxers.

"F..Fuck, Jason stop... Don't tease me."

I felt Jason's hand and mouth leave my skin and I groaned in frustration.

"Don't tell me what to do, I don't like it."

I tried to get off the couch but Jason pushed me back the couch and began to massage me through my boxers. My hips jerked and I was arching off the couch like crazy. I couldn't seem to hold still the pleasure was too much. Jason's arm went across my hips and he held me down as he began to massage me even more.

"Please... Please..."

"Please what love?"

"Off. Take them off." I cried trying to jerk my hips and arch my back to no avail.

"Oh, I think you should ask nicely love, maybe you should even beg for me."

I tried to glare at him but he squeezed on my hard on making whimpers leave my throat. That seemed to drive him over the edge. he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap, His manhood was against my ass and it felt so good, i ground my hips against his hard on and he squeezed my hips hard.

"Stop That. Before I Bend You Over And Fuck You Until Walking Is A Distant Memory."

I shuttered.

I tried my hardest to stop rolling my hips but god I wanted that from him. He moved me off of him and stood up. I whined thinking he was going to leave me here in this state. He picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist.

He made quick work of the stairs to his room. He closed the door and pressed me against it. I was facing him as he ground his core against my core.

"Last chance to back out Love."

"I wasn't taught How to Back out, And I don't plan on learning now."