Everyone is over the age of 18
Continued directly from the last story…
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I stood there by the door, keys in my hand, but my feet wouldn’t move. George’s cock was just… there, looking like it was hyper-powered with the way it stood like a mast. His pale thighs were spread wide, making his cock the center of both of our attentions. The thing looked like it could hammer nails.
“I know you have to go,” George says. “Just…spit on it before you go.” He hopelessly squeezes the lube bottle in his fist, and ends up smearing whatever is left on the dispenser onto his cock. It doesn’t last him more than a couple seconds though.
Cocks of all kinds are hot to me. I’m usually more of a fan of the uncut cock, but as a bottom, girth is king. And George has girth. In fact, it looks like the main selling point of his cut tool.
He blinked up at me through those heavy bangs, hazel eyes still shot through with red. His face was flushed, lips parted. “Help me out, dude.”
I dropped my keys on my desk and stepped closer, drawn into the meat between his legs. Then, I leaned down and got a full look at his monstrously hard cock. It made my mouth salivate naturally, and I gathered up enough in my mouth before drooling it onto his head directly.
The second it hit, George’s whole body reacted. His thick thighs tensed, feet pressing harder onto the floor, and he let out this shaky “Ahhh…” as he smeared my spit down his shaft with one long stroke. His eyelids fluttered and I swear I saw his pupils dilate. That goony, blissful look slammed back onto his face and his eyebrows knitted together like the pleasure actually hurts a little.
“Oh…” he breathes, strokes gliding smoothly now. His hips rolled up off the mattress, chasing after his own fist. “That’s so much better. Holy shit.”
I had a hard time looking away. The way his pale stomach flexed with the little trail of dark hair disappearing under his shirt was so hot. My roommate ignored my presence as he melted into pleasuring himself, so I stayed right there so that I could see every vein of his shaft.
Without opening his eyes, George feels around the bed for his fleshlight. Up close, I can see that the toy is well-used, because the entrance is already a little stretched. He lines it up, reluctant to stop stroking with his other hand, and then pushes the fat head inside.
“Mm!” The sound he makes is so vulnerable. What I would’ve expected to be a guttural groan comes out as a whimper as he sinks the whole thing down to the base. At the same time, his back arches hard and his head tilts back so far that his bangs fall away from his face completely. For the first time, I see his full expression. He looks…scared of the pleasure, like he’s afraid of how much more intense it’s going to get.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasps with a perfectly oval mouth shape, starting to fuck up into the toy with short thrusts. “I’ve never…fuck, dude! It’s so fucking intense.”
“Is it?” I ask rhetorically, watching his beefy chest vibrate under the graphic t-shirt. Is he hairy? Judging from the way he can grow a full beard at 19, I imagine…yes.
Every detail was erotic heaven. Normally, when I’m sucking guys off, I can’t see their faces too well. The small changes in his lips and eyebrows were super hot to see as George got into pleasuring himself.
I was rock hard in my own shorts from just watching.
“Oh shit…no…fuck! It’s drying again.” He pulls the fleshlight off and the silicone sticks to his mushroom head at the entrance. He tries stroking dry anyway, but is unable to go past the head.
I lean down again, sensing the calling inside me to help him. “Here, let me do it.”
As soon as the string of drool touched his tip, Geroge rubs it in fast and I love the surge of excitement of watching the brain-melted expression come back to his face when he inserts himself back into the toy. However, after maybe six or seven pumps, his hand slows down again. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to get any last pleasure out of my saliva before it’s too late.
“I’m gonna go crazy, man.” He looks up at me, eyes glassy and lips twitching. I lean down again, ready to spit again. “You wanna just suck it, bro? I mean… you’ve had practice, right?”
I have to force my spit out, and it comes out in a thick globe. His body shudders as he spreads it on his swollen gland with the toy’s lips.
“I’ve seen the guys coming and going at night. I always made sure I stayed out late enough to give you space.” George frowns as my spit dries out again.
I stare at him. “Wait…are you gay?”
My roommate laughs. “Not at all, dude. But this boner…fuck” He tapped the rock-hard length against his open palm.
Thwack… Thwack
“I gotta finish. That, or you take me to the hospital.”
“Serves you right for putting random things in your mouth,” I say, noting how heavy his girthy shaft looks.
“Takes one to know one.” A cute smile spreads on his face. He is a rare case where having a beard doesn’t make him look older. It’s the eyes, I think.
He released his cock, and pointed the barrel of a shaft towards me. I hesitated maybe half a second before I put my palm under his cock.
Wow…fuck…
The weight of it tapping on my palm shocked me. It didn’t even feel like flesh with how rigid it was.
The smile vanishes from his face as he rubs the tip on my palm. He does precum a little, albeit not enough to use as true lube. It’s enough, however, to draw circles on my skin. Without thinking too hard, I wrap my fingers around the base.
Damn, this is thick…
It looks that way, but measuring it with my fingers is a whole different impression. I give one experimental squeeze and George’s breath hitches.
“You wanna taste it?”
Should I? It’s going to make us living together weird, isn’t it? I stroke and feel his rigid cock flex in my grip.
“Please?” he whispers.
I lean down, taking in his scent.
“Please…oh…fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” The bed shakes as he falls back with his full weight. His salty shaft strains on my tongue. “Oh fuck,” he whimpers. “Dude…”
I took my time at first, practicing everything I’d learned in the last couple months. I swirled my tongue around the ridge and flicked the sensitive underside where the curve was sharpest. Then, I sucked just the head while my hand twisted slowly at the base. I hollowed my cheeks, bobbed shallow, then deeper, trying to keep him guessing with the rhythm.
Every new thing I try makes him twitch or whisper “fuck” under his breath. His thick thighs keep tensing up, and I have to push them down from hitting my face.
A fucking dream to tease.
“Jaden… dude… can you…can you go faster?”
I’m a pleaser, so I give it a try right away.
“And deeper each time…oh god, yeah that’s it… yes…yes…yes…”
I adjust, locking my lips tight and sliding all the way down until my nose brushes his dark pubes, using my heartbeat as a metronome. He dick is hard like warm steel wrapped in velvet, way stiffer than any other cock I’ve had in my mouth. The left leaning curve makes him press against the side of my throat in a way that makes my eyes water, but I love it.
“Fuck, dude…oh god…”
Schluck…schluck…schluck…
“No…keep going…please…yes…” His whines make my tiring jaw hurt a little less.
Schluck…schluck…schluck…
“Just like that…mmm…just like that…” My roommate’s beefy thigh vibrates so hard that I feel it on the bed. The whimpering seems so contrary to his strong body, but it’s like he’s disintegrating under my service.
“Keep going…don’t stop. I’m almost there...”
Schluck…schluck…schluck…
The vibrating becomes shaking, and the shaking becomes shuddering. The earthquake he generates with his core coincides with short thrusts into my mouth.
“I’m close…fuck, I’m close!...don’t stop, please…please…I’m going to cum, dude. Oh man, I’m going to bust!!!”
“MM!” I moan as I push past the ache in my jaw and power through the pain.
“AH!”
His nut flows into my mouth, feeling incredibly liquidy as it fills my cheeks and I have to swallow it down to make room for more.
“OhhhHHhHhhhh…” Surprisingly, his shuddering stops all together, and I can no longer tell the intensity of the pleasure except from the grip he has on my shirt pulling me towards him. “Ah…AH!” The pulling of my shoulder becomes pushing. “Dude!”
I don't let him get off so easily. I chase every inch, stroking the base fast with my fist while I suck him back into my control.
“Dude! Dude! DUDE!” His softened cock rehardens in a flash. “DUDE!” George whimpers. “AH! AH! AH!”
This time, there was writhing. A lot of writhing.
“FUCK! FUCK!” His leg hits my chest so hard so I cough, but sheer will makes me suck the life out of him. “AH! MM! FUCK, DUDE! AH!” His hand alternates between pushing and pulling on my back, and then he surrenders himself to me, collapsing flat on his back and letting me suck him. Instead of fighting against the sensitivity, George laughs in ridiculous relief as I push the liquid up manually in his shaft with my lips .
When I was finally done with sucking, I gently let it go, and sat up straight. George was laid back with both hands up, showing his pit stains on the black t-shirt. The stupidest goofiest smile was glued to his face.
“I owe you… big time.” His half-hard cock twitches on its way down.
My phone buzzed on my desk. It was the DL guy from earlier wondering where he should come over now or if I wanted to go over.
“Something came up. Sorry.” I text back, and watch George move his heavy legs to the bed, laying flat on his back while his beefy chest heaves.
“I owe you one…I won’t forget,” he says sleepily.