Mr. Joystick

BASED ON REAL EVENTS

In the relatively early phase of our dating, when I still lived with my parents, Eve and I came up with a way of playing PC games (if I recall well, "Alone in the Dark" was our most popular choice) in which Eve would use my cock as a joystick, and I would translate her inputs to the keyboard in real time. This was our way of "having sex" or rather an erotic interaction in a place (my unfortunately non-lockable room at my parent's house) that did not provide us with adequate privacy for anything more daring.

We'd sit next to each other at my computer desk, completely dressed, except that I wore no underpants, my fly was open and my cock was pulled out for easy access by Eve. From the back it was impossible to tell that anything inappropriate was going on. I'd get fully erect almost immediately after pulling out of my jeans and Eve could grasp it firmly. From then on the state of my arousal was under her constant monitoring and control. It was incredibly arousing to have every reaction of my most private part exposed to Eve's touch, and to know that she could feel its smallest twitch, change in hardness and even my heartbeat. I could not hide the level of my arousal, and being so completely open to Eve made my heart pound and my balls tighten. My salivary glands would go into overdrive, forcing me to nervously gulp.


Mr. Joystick Ready for Game

Eve's thumb would be on top of the cockhead, covering my peehole. She'd give it a firm push to switch from walk to "action" mode in the game, which was pretty frequent. We also agreed to use the joystick to select actions and items from the inventory. As a result, my cock was manipulated and moved nearly all the time. Eve held it in a firm grip, giving it a stronger squeeze from time to time, particularly on the rare occasions she'd feel the hardness decreasing. After 10-15 minutes of the game, I'd usually start leaking drops of precum, and Eve would rub it around my cockhead with her thumb, smiling.
"Ooh, Mr. Joystick is getting excited!" she would exclaim.


Mr. Joystick Leaking Precum

It was difficult to concentrate on quickly controlling the game character while at the same time being fairly close to orgasm. I'd be torn between paying attention to the keyboard and monitor, registering and reacting to motions of Eve's warm, soft hand and feeling my PC muscles contract, my cockhead expand and my balls pucker as my arousal increased. Most of the time Eve would genuinely get into the game, trying to accomplish some time-sensitive task (usually running away from a monster) and get frustrated with my too slow responses: "You are lagging too much! Focus, focus!". I'd do my best to keep up and react quickly, but then my erection might decrease. Eve would point it out by saying, "Hey, Mr. Joystick is getting soft! Pause the game!" and use her index finger to rub my frenulum, quickly bringing me back to full hardness. Then the game would resume. More often though I would feel my balls tightening and my cock getting close to cumming, and I'd pause the game to cool off and regain control.

A variation of this would be Eve letting me control the game and simply playing with my cock. She'd keep it hard with gentle massage while cheering me on. I noticed that she tended to comment on my weakening erection during difficult parts of the game (fights, escapes), then increase stimulation, telling me to keep it hard when I was in the middle of the action. Obviously, this would not help my gameplay in the least, but made for an exciting time for both of us. Often she would stroke it harder until I could no longer focus on the game and had to pause it. I'd look down on my raging erection and bit my lips, my prostate and seminal vesicles getting ready to unload a torrent of semen. Eve would instantly stop her stroking and smile.
"Why did you pause? Let's continue!".
She'd let go of my cock and I'd resume the game, painfully aware of its lingering hardness.

We did not want to make a mess, so she'd never deliberately bring me to orgasm. But I did leak cum a few times; I believe the strongest leak happened when Eve was fighting a monster, and punching moves required her to push her thumb into my cockhead (to distinguish fight from just walking). She also squeezed my cock more and her index finger just happened to ride my frenulum. After 30 seconds of quick combat motions with her thumb firmly pressed into my glans, I felt a surge of semen and had to urgently call for time out. A few seconds later two hesitant flows of thick cum oozed from my cock. It was not a full orgasm and we wiped the mess with some tissues.

Believe it or not, but since Eve wanted to continue the game, after waiting 10 minutes we cautiously resumed it from another (non-combat) save, with Eve avoiding unnecessary extra stimulation and me desperately trying to keep my engorged cock from shooting its load. We were actually able to make some progress in the game despite my precarious state and some sticky remnants of the unfinished orgasm oozing out a couple of times from my shiny cocktip.

Eve liked the increased hardness and springiness of the engorged "joystick" and commented how "solid and big" it felt and even that the urethra tube underneath was more prominent and harder than usual. She also noted that my peehole was swollen and gaping under her thumb.
"It's like a little funnel," she said, "I've never seen it open so wide... And your cockhead is so dark and shiny!".
She praised my self-control.


The Little Funnel with Precum

I don't believe she truly understood how close to the edge I was during that game. I remember that my balls started hurting after 10 minutes of this, but since Eve was clearly enjoying herself (and this was a mixture of agony and ecstasy for me), I played along. I had to call for time out a few times, but I soldiered on. Eve remarked how long my cock stayed hard even when she let go of it during the breaks and how quickly it pulsated with my heartbeat. My responses became slower and erratic and Eve complained about lagging. Once copious fresh precum appeared under Eve's thumb and the base of my cock started to tighten uncontrollably, I called for end of gaming for the evening.

Once we ended gaming,. I'd just shove my erect cock back in my jeans, usually with Eve's help. As I wrote, we were afraid of making a mess, so this made sense to us. I don't think Eve ever fully realized how badly I wanted to cum after an hour or so of nearly constant stimulation and edging. Since only my cock was usually exposed, she never got a glimpse of my painfully puckered balls. She was amused by how stubbornly my erection would persist after my cock was stuffed back in my jeans. Sometimes she'd massage it through the fabric and marvel at its hardness and chuckle when more precum soaked through the denim.

On one occasion my mother knocked on the door and entered exactly when we were in the middle of the game, with Eve manipulating my "joystick". I had no time to put it back in my pants, so I just shoved my cock between my legs (nearly cumming in the process) and innocently crossed my legs. My mother asked us about something and I remember my voice shaking when I spoke in response. My face was red and I was silently praying that I don't have to get up. Finally my mother left and we both breathed a sigh of relief. Then Eve's soft hand carefully brought the somewhat deflated joystick back to its full shiny glory, my butt and abs tightened, my throat commenced its excited gulping, and the game continued....

What we both took for granted, being young and eager for sex, was my ability to maintain strong erection for a LONG time (approaching hours in some cases) with pretty intermittent stimulation. It was expected that my cock would get erect immediately after I pulled it out of my pants, and basically stay hard until we finished playing. Any fluctuations in hardness were expected to be short and and easily fixable. Eve liked my cockhead to be swollen and hard and she would instantly notice any changes and correct them by rubbing my frenulum or with a few quick strokes of my shaft. My cock usually responded quickly, getting more rigid and flaring the glans, which Eve really enjoyed.

"It's blooming!", she'd say with a smile.

The usual and expected state of the "joystick" was essentially as shown in the image below:


Mr. Joystick Ready for Game

And - miraculously and incredibly (looking back from the perspective of my current age, which makes me marvel at my own stamina) - it stayed that way most of the time!
Any deviation from this expectation was so unusual that it became a memorable surprise. It happened on a day when I brought myself to orgasm a couple of hours before Eve's visit (thinking about our upcoming erotic gaming, of course!). I felt too ashamed to tell her, so we proceeded with the game, although I was definitely somewhat less enthusiastic for it than I would be otherwise. While my cock sprang to action and hardened rapidly, it needed more stimulation to stay at peak hardness. This did not go unnoticed by Eve, who commented, "Mr. Joystick is still asleep!" when I was setting up the game and my erection flagged. Eve promptly restored the joystick to the expected state of tumescence and we started the game.

I quickly became acutely aware of the fact that my penis was not as eager to stay rock hard and the gentle squeeze of Eve's hand wasn't quite enough to keep it fully erect. Still not wanting to tell her about my little unplanned cum, I started flexing my thighs to better maintain my erection. This worked to some degree, but after a few minutes, when I was already congratulating myself for job well done, I unexpectedly felt Eve's index finger insistently rubbing my frenulum. She did not say anything, and the rubbing definitely gave my cock a boost, so the game continued. A minute later Eve started rubbing again, which was unusual. Again, my cock responded and she expertly manipulated it to move us around in the game. I was not out of the woods yet though, because during the next few minutes of play Eve's finger repeatedly returned to the rubbing, and finally she firmly pressed my cockhead with her thumb and said with mock annoyance, "Mr Joystick, we need full hardness for the fight. Don't be lazy!"

She stroked my shaft a few times, which worked wonders, and we approaches one of the combat stages of the game. Normally, as I wrote earlier, the intense manipulation of my cock during combat would cause it to approach an enviable level of hardness (and often get close to cumming); this time it did not work that way. We entered combat, and Eve's thumb started repeatedly pressing on my cockhead. I did my best to transfer her control inputs to the keyboard, and I though we were doing well, but in the middle of the fight Eve asked me to pause the game.

"Hey, Mr. Joystick, what's wrong? Your head got mushy!"

I looked down from the screen and saw that indeed my glans lost its typical shiny hardness and even looked partially shriveled. To emphasize its softness, Eve pressed her thumb into it with more force, squeezing it to half its normal size.


Shriveled Cockhead

"My thumb is sinking, Mr. Joystick! Are you sure you want to play?"

I said yes and contracted my PC muscles to show that I'm OK, which pumped up the cockhead back to a more presentable state. Eve appreciated it.

"Wow, that's what I'm talking about! Bloom baby, bloom!"


Pumped Back Up - PC Muscles Clenched

She stroked my shaft a few times to bring my penis to even better hardness, then we went back to the game.

Sadly, my cock was not up to the task this time and I kept losing rigidity, particularly the cockhead. Eve also eventually noticed my clenched thigh muscles and the fact that I was squeezing my PC muscles trying to inflate my shrinking cockhead. I could not hold them contracted indefinitely, so I had to take breaks. As a result, my cockhead was very noticeably softening every 10-20 seconds, then inflating back. All this extra work made me lose focus and mess up the game controls.

Eve asked me to pause the game. I firmly contracted my PC muscles as I did so.

"Why is Mr. Joystick pulsing like that? Are you doing it on purpose? Did you feel it? What's going on?"


Mr. Joystick Pulsing, PC Muscles Working Hard


Still in denial, I pretended not to know what she was talking about.

"It's hard now, but it got really soft just a moment ago." She squeezed my cockhead. "What happened?".

She pressed on my cockhead a few more times and wrapped her fingers tighter around my shaft. I fought hard to keep my PC muscles clenched

"I mean it's OK now, not super hard, but pretty good. So what was that before? You seem tense..."

I had to release my PC muscles just for a moment to give them some rest, and Eve's pressing thumb immediately collapsed deep into my cockhead. I clenched my pelvic floor again as fast as I could, rising her thumb back up. My cockhead flared and regained some but not all of its shine. Eve's thumb did not rise as far as I wanted it to, but that was the best I could do.
"Yes, what was that?" asked Eve. "It went soft, now it's harder again, but still sort of mushy. Let me help."

She firmly rubbed my frenulum for about half a minute. This was a much needed stimulation and my cockhead expanded and hardened, rising her pushing thumb completely. I was back in business. I was even able to relax the PC muscles. The erection held!

"That's more like it, Mr. Joystick! Shall we continue?"

I nodded and we resumed the game.

Unfortunately, the revival was short-lived. After a couple of minutes I knew my cock was again slowly losing tumescence. I squeezed my thighs together and clenched my PC muscles to compensate before Eve noticed. She didn't. I held everything flexed as long as I could, perhaps for another 30 seconds, then had to relax, causing another sudden loss of firmness. Although brief, it was obviously noticed by Eve.

"You're doing it again."

Since my renewed squeezing and clenching brought back most of the hardness, we continued. After another 30 seconds I felt my PC muscles giving out. I had to unclench them. This time the glans shrinkage was much more pronounced and longer. I quickly glanced at my cock and I saw Eve's thumb plunge deep into my shriveling cockhead. After a couple of seconds I desperately contracted my muscles as much as I possibly could and managed to push her thumb up, but only halfway. The cockhead lost its shine. The pressure was dropping. Eve asked me to pause the game.

"Wow, wow! It was VERY soft for a moment, even the shaft. Now it's still not back to normal!"

She squeezed my shaft harder. Even with my PC muscles at maximum contraction, I could feel the blood slowly being pushed out of my cock.

"Wait, is it ALL getting softer now?" asked Eve as her fingers slowly sunk deeper into the sides of my shaft.

That's when my PC muscles refused to cooperate. They just stopped working and all the resistance to the outflow of blood was suddenly nearly gone. I could not keep it up after all. Resigned, I relaxed my thighs.
The partially filled glans collapsed and shriveled in a matter of seconds. Eve looked at this with genuine surprise, still firmly grasping my cock. The two cylinders of corpora cavernosa in my shaft kept their rigidity longer, but after about 20 seconds even they started to yield to Eve's gripping fingers, shrinking and making my penis look more and more like a deflating sausage-shaped balloon.


PC Muscles Failing


Deflated and Defeated, Reality vs. Expectation

Mr. Joystick went flaccid. I was defeated. Eve raised her eyebrows in mock astonishment.

Then I told her everything... 😁