Kek

There's nothing more I want in the world than to worship Balloon Boy's body. I'd start off tying him down, limbs outstretched and with his stomach facing up so that he can't voluntarily gain pleasure from rubbing himself against his bed. Lightly brushing my fingertips and my lips all over him, paying special attention to his nipples and his dick, I would turn him into a shivering mess, pre-cum pulsing out of him in jets, a pool of the musky liquid gathering beneath his balls and soaking the mattress. Once he was unbearably aroused, I would grind my naked body against his, flesh rubbing against flesh, before capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Our tongues battling for dominance, Balloon Boy's hips thrusting against my own as he becomes overcome with lust, I would blindfold him and remove myself from him.
The blindfold would, of course, serve the purpose of intensifying all of the sensations Balloon Boy would be feeling. With his sight removed, his other senses would strain themselves to compensate, leaving himself supercharged as the sensuality overtakes him. The smell of our sweat mixing together in the air would fill his nostrils, my taste lingering in his mouth, I would then truly begin my worship.
Once again lightly brushing my fingertips on his body, I would start on his inner thighs, tracing nonsensical shapes and patterns on either side, just barely avoiding his weeping arousal, before trailing up to his stomach, circling his bellybutton a few times, and continuing on to his chest. Lightly grasping a nipple between my thumb and index fingers, I would pinch lightly, twisting slightly and rolling the hardened nub beneath my thumb. Pulling away slightly, I would let go and replace my fingers with my tongue. Alternating between circling his hairy areola and lightly grazing his nipple with my teeth, I'd give him a firm suck before pulling away and repeating on his other nipple.
Moving away from his chest I would once again kiss him passionately, silencing his whimpers as I feel his hips thrust into the air, trying and failing to find relief. Our spit mixing in his mouth, I would then disengage to begin the next part of my worship, a trail of saliva connecting our lips.
Once more standing back and watching him, I would let him calm down some. By now quite some time will have passed, and he will have been kept on the brink for much of it. As relief at a break from my tortuous ministrations mixes with a need for release, I would silently approach him yet again, seemingly repeating myself as I trail my fingers across his inner thighs before firmly grabbing his erection. As his hips involuntarily shoot upwards at my unexpected grasping, I would stroke him up and down, lightly at first and becoming more firm over time, stopping every so often to massage the underside of his head with my thumb or squeeze his shaft tightly. Balloon Boy's panting and moaning from my actions would sound wondrous to my ears, euphoria filling me from bringing him so much pleasure.
Suddenly letting go right as he reaches the edge and listening to Balloon Boy's moans of pleasure turn to groans of frustration, I'd then begin to worship him with my tongue. Lovingly planting light kisses all over his manhood, licking his tip before trailing my tongue lower and lower, reaching his sack before capturing it in my mouth, I would try to bring him as much pleasure from my oral services as I could. Maybe I would even lick his asshole, saliva coating his ring before I encircle my mouth around it and firmly penetrating his asshole with my tongue.
Yet again bringing him to the edge, I'd nearly bring my actions to a halt, keeping him just before the point of no return indefinitely. Once I felt that it was becoming too much for him, I would reach inside of him, first one finger, then more. Upon fitting three fingers within him I would take them out before placing my own erection, ignored until now and as rock solid as his endoskeleton, at the entrance to his backdoor. It would be at that moment that I would finally speak. Taunting him, shaming him for finding so much pleasure in my actions, forcing him to beg for release. Once the words had left his mouth, a strained whisper escaping from his parted lips, swollen from the attention they had received earlier, I would penetrate him.
Going slowly at first to get him fully acclimated, I would increase the speed of my thrusts until I would pounding wildly into him, removing all but my head and sheathing myself fully inside of him strongly. As I battered at his prostate and ran my palm past his balls and enclosed my hand around his jumping erection, I would begin to speak once more. Over the sound of Balloon Boy's whimpers, I'd compliment him, calling him a good boy. Still pummeling his prostate with my member as I firmly jacked him off, I'd lean down and give him a kiss far too chaste for the circumstances before trailing my lips to his ear and whispering hotly for him to cum for me. This would set him off immediately, jets of his jizz shooting out wildly onto our stomachs, the clenching of his ass pushing me over the edge.
Once we were finished I would untie him and remove the blindfold. We'd sit on the edge of the bed, our smelly scent filling the room as we hug each other and stare into each others eyes, finding nothing but love there. The smell in the room getting a bit much for us and the fluids beginning to dry, we would both head to the shower to clean ourselves, and maybe go for a round two.