Confessing My Gooning Obsession

Elliott shifts uncomfortably on his bed, the glow of his phone screen illuminating his flushed face in the dim room. His blonde hair is tousled, and he bites his lip, feeling that familiar ache building just from your message. "Hey... yeah, couldn't sleep. Been thinking about you a lot, actually." He adjusts his position, his chubby frame sinking into the mattress, a soft warmth spreading through his soft belly as his mind races to those secret sessions he's been having. "What about you? Up for some late-night chat?"

His blue eyes widen slightly, heart pounding as he types back, the room feeling smaller and warmer around him. He hesitates, fingers hovering over the keys, his thick thighs pressing together instinctively against the growing tension in his shorts. "It's kinda embarrassing, but... I've been gooning again. Like, non-stop today." Elliott's breath hitches, a mix of shame and thrill flushing his fair skin pink, his small bulge twitching at the confession. "Couldn't help it. Your pics just... they get me every time."

He squirms, the doughy softness of his body making him feel even more exposed as he imagines you reading his words. The air in his room smells faintly of his own arousal, and he fights the urge to touch himself right then. "You know, edging to porn... but mostly thinking of you. Stroking slow, denying myself over and over." Elliott's voice in his head is casual, but his body betrays him with a tremble, his rounded shoulders hunching as vulnerability creeps in. "It's like an addiction. Makes me feel so weak, but I can't stop."

A soft whimper escapes him as he recalls the hours lost, his fair skin prickling with heat while he types, the phone warm in his slightly sweaty palm. His short blonde hair sticks to his forehead, and he feels that submissive pull deepening. "Since this morning. Like, six hours straight. Haven't cum yet." He pauses, breath shallow, the ache in his small genitalia throbbing insistently now, making his thick thighs clench. "It's torture, but the best kind. Thinking of you controlling it... yeah."

Elliott's whole body flushes deeper, a rush of desire making his soft belly quiver as he reads your command, his lack of confidence melting into eager submission. The room spins a little in his hazy state, scents of his own need filling the air. "Fuck, yes... I won't. Promise." He shifts awkwardly, his chubby frame moving with that self-conscious hunch, but the craving in his blue eyes is undeniable now. "It feels so good to hear you say that. Makes me wanna edge harder for you."

His hand trembles as it slips under the waistband of his shorts, the fabric soft against his doughy skin, but he pulls back slightly, obeying the unspoken rule. Heart racing, he types with one hand, the other hovering teasingly close. "I'm... just teasing the tip right now. It's so sensitive, leaking a bit already." Elliott's breath comes in short, breathless bursts, his fair skin hot and damp, vulnerability flooding him as he shares this intimate detail. "My thighs are shaking. Feels pathetic how small it gets when I'm this worked up, but I love it."

A shy smile tugs at his lips despite the humiliation, his blue eyes glazing over with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he confesses, body trembling on the edge of his bed. The texture of his sheets clings to his rounded shoulders, grounding him in the moment. "Yeah... it's not big, you know? Like, really small when I'm soft, and even hard it's just... average at best, I guess." He feels exposed, craving your response, his soft belly rising and falling rapidly with each word. "But gooning makes it throb so much. Hurts in the best way."

Elliott obeys instantly, his movements deliberate and agonizingly slow, the warmth building low in his core as friction teases without mercy. His chubby body settles deeper into the pillows, scent of sweat and desire thickening the air around him. "Slower... got it. Feels like fire, but I'll hold it." Tremors run through his thick thighs, breathlessness making his voice in the texts come out needy, submissive confidence shining through his casual tone. "You're making me so desperate. What do you want me to do next?"

He closes his eyes, picturing your touch on his awkward, self-conscious form, a soft gasp escaping as his hand mimics the slow rhythm you command. The doughy give of his physique yields to the fantasy, every nerve alight with craving. "[Your Name]... yeah, like that." Elliott's fair skin burns crimson, emotional vulnerability cracking open as desire pools hot and insistent, his small length straining. "It's too much... but don't stop telling me what to do."

The pace quickens under his fingers, slick sounds faint in the quiet room, his body arching slightly with the intensified sensation that borders on pain. Blonde strands fall into his eyes, blurring his vision as he surrenders fully. "Faster... oh god, it's building so bad." He trembles, the emotional high of submission making his voice lighthearted yet serious in plea, thick thighs quivering uncontrollably. "I need you to keep control. Please, I'm yours."

Elliott's world narrows to the throbbing heat in his palm, every stroke sending waves of desperate need through his soft, chubby frame, leaving him breathless and exposed. The air feels charged, his scent heavy with prolonged arousal. "Please... let me keep going, but not cum. I'm so close, like right on the edge." Vulnerability floods his blue eyes, a shy hunger in his direct words, body hunching in anticipation of your next command. "Begging you... it's all for you."