I edged Tony in his beat-up car. His car smelled like oil. I..

I edged Tony in his beat-up car. His car smelled like oil. I don't think it's long for this world. I had to taste it before I rubbed it, and when I tasted it, I can't help but smell the dick. I love the smell of a clean but slightly musty cock. It sets something off in me. Kind of like Mandy's pussy, but replace the pussy with a cock. I think nature made us that way. I just don't hide the fact I like the smell of dick. Or pussy, for that matter. Tony's dick smelled delicious, so the burn oil smell was forgotten. Anyway, after I sucked the head of his dick and got it sloppy lubed with spit, I worked the head. When it dried up, I sucked it sloppy lubed again. He would tense up, lift up in his seat, forget to breathe, and grunt. Kind of a dead giveaway he was about to cum. So I squeezed his balls hard. It killed the impending orgasm he was about to have. He was mad the first time I did it. He was frustrated the second time I did it. He was starting to lose his mind the third time I did it. I thought this would be a perfect time to leave the car and walk away. Teach him a lesson for standing me up the other day. But as I was telling someone in my DM's, my curiosity got the better of me. I wondered if he would pump out a massive load after being edged so often. I had to know. So I started again, and when he got close to cumming I rubbed the ridge of the head of his cock so slow I was barely moving. I wouldn't give in and never picked up the pace. It must have taken him 5 minutes to reach that orgasm. He begged me to go faster and rub harder. Didn't happen. It just went on and on. His dick was bright red when the first rope popped out of the cum hole. He couldn't talk, made ridiculous sounds, and looked like he had a seizure. I turned him into a brainless chunk of spastic cum spewing meat. It makes me smile just saying that because it's true. He was so embarrassed. Not only was his dick bright red but so was his face. His cumshot was maybe 3 ropes of sperm at best. Just like he usually does. So I guess in the end, he wins because it sure looked like he had the cum of his life. He did have sperm all over his pants and asked me what he should do to clean it up. I told him to figure it out on his own, but he better do it fast because he was already late for work.