Continue stroking him and see what happens.
From Create Your Own Story
In the ensuing silence, Jughead stares at you and, when you compose yourself and look back at him you perceive that beneath the coolness in his eyes you sense something else. Lyrics from an old song come back to your mind : "Silence is a weapon to you." So you stay quiet and start moving your hand again.
A slight upward stoke that push the foreskin in a lush caress over his glans.
You ignore the lump in your throat as your fingers move. Your thumb brushes against his slit and the tendons on his neck stand out as a blush creeps across his cheeks.
Do you:
