Why He Won’t Suck Your Cock

Mark was so unfair. I sucked his dick and took it up the ass when ever he wanted but he wouldn’t suck me. All I got was a handjob.
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Before the scoopful of cereal reached my mouth, milk dropped. Shit, I thought, a direct hit. My ball sack constricted and rolled my nuts. I shouldn’t be able to see my package at the breakfast table, but my parents are away for three days, so I seized the opportunity to walk around naked. For reasons I don’t understand, it excites me in a twisted way.
A second carelessness act splashed my partially erect dick. It jerked and pumped blood toward the head. A thought went through my mind that should have been immediately rejected. My balls danced again and a rush of lust chemicals surged through my body. I scooped the milk and cornflakes up with the cold steel and cleaned the spoon in my mouth. My cock jerked upward when I got the white spritzes of milk off my nut sack.
The spoon touching my balls wasn’t pleasurable, but putting it back in my mouth aroused me. It was an odd psychological excitement. My brain seemed to connect the spoon and my sack, which meant I had licked my balls. More blood pumped into my expanding shaft. I wondered if I’d lick my balls if it were possible. I’d like to think that was a rhetorical question for every boy.
If it wasn’t, did that mean there was something wrong with me? Not only would I lick them, I’d suck them. My tongue had already touched my cockhead. I couldn’t suck it, but I got the tip between my lips. It had been taxing on my spine and unsatisfying because I wanted to suck the whole thing. I wanted to feel it slide over...