“You wanna?”
I stare at his thick fingers, nails bitten down, as they massage my throbbing cock. It feels good. Really fucking good.
But this is Diesel, for crying out loud. I’ve known the guy for years. How does he expect me to be casual about this?
He must read the hesitation on my face because he lets go and holds up his hands.
“Hey, no problem, Tobs. No biggie. I just thought, y’know, we could have a little fun. But maybe you’re right. Maybe this is a little too?—”
“Fuck it,” I mutter, yanking off my towel. I take his wrist and guide his hand back to my cock while reaching for his, wrapping my fingers around the warm flesh.
We both let out a shaky breath, letting our heads fall back as we start pumping our fists.
It feels strange, holding a cock that isn’t mine. Especially one so massive. I can’t even get my fingers all the way around it. But it feels familiar too. The motion, the warmth, the way the skin glides over the rigid core. It’s not different from my own, yet it is.
His cock leaks rivers of precum over my fingers, and I use it as lube, massaging it along his shaft, my thumb swiping over the sensitive tip.
“Fuck, bro,” Diesel groans, eyes half-lidded. “That’s some nice fucking grip you got there.”
“Yeah, I practiced a lot on myself,” I joke.
“I guess that’s something else dudes know better, huh? How to hold a dick. We know exactly what feels good.”
“Damn right we do,” I pant.
“Look at us, man. Couple of horny bastards. What do you think the others would say if they saw us right now?”
“They’d be pretty surprised, that’s for sure.”
I look to the corner of the room where the guys are now lying on top of each other, completely unaware of us, their faces buried in each other’s crotches.
It fuels the fire in my gut. All that pent-up arousal hits a boiling point, and I can’t control myself anymore.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I lean forward and take the swollen head of Diesel’s cock between my lips, licking the fresh beads of precum off his slit. The taste of him explodes on my tongue.
“Jesus Christ, Tobs,” he grunts.
“Too much?”
“Hell nah, just… didn’t expect that.”
I smile and dip my head back down, dragging the flat of my tongue over the underside of his cock, feeling the bulging veins throb against my mouth.
Fucking hell, he tastes good. So warm and sweet and earthy. It makes my dick leak all over his fist.
I lap at his balls, taking them into my mouth, sucking softly while my hand works his shaft. Diesel throws his head back, his hand resting on the back of my neck, and lets out a deep moan.
Then I push myself to take as much of his cock as I can. It stretches the limits of my jaw, and tears sting the corners of my eyes, but it feels so damn good to have a big, pulsing cock between my lips.
My first.
And judging by the noises Diesel makes, I’m doing something right.
“Tobs, that’s—shit, that feels good, man. You sure you never did this before?”
I bob my head up and down his cock, spit dripping from my lips and sliding over his heavy, cum-filled balls. When I pull back and smile up at him, a string of drool connects his dick to my mouth.
“Nope. Just going off what I like myself. Glad to hear it’s working.”
