Holy shit.Okay. That’s… that’s really something. An explosion of taste, salty and bitter and sweet all at once. The skin is impossibly soft, the texture of it against my tongue like silk. I take a little more into my mouth, running my tongue along the underside, tracing that prominent vein. Troy lets out a shaky breath, and I feel a surge of pride. I’m doing that to him. I’m the one making him breathe like that.
I dive in again, this time with more purpose. I get the head in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, before I start to push down. My jaw stretches immediately. And that’s just the head. Jesus. He wasn’t kidding about not being a good starter dick. This is an advanced course.
There’s a chuckle above me. “Told you so.”
I pull back slightly, just enough to talk. “Shut the fuck up.” Then I go back down, determined to take more. I don’t know why it’s so important, but I have this stupid competitive streak that flares up whenever Troy challenges me. Usually, it’s about video games or lifting heavier at the gym. Now it’s about how much of his cock I can fit in my mouth. It’s ridiculous, but here we are.
I grip the base with my hand, sealing it off where my mouth can’t reach. I work him like that, bobbing my head up and down, my tongue doing its best to keep up. Every time I take him a little deeper, my jaw aches a little more. Every time, I hear something from him. A grunt. A gasp. A soft, “oh, fuck.” I’m getting into it. More than I thought I would. Because it’s addicting, too. Plugging my throat with dick. Feeling it get harder, thicker.
“Not bad for a beginner,” Troy pants, his voice strained. “Not bad at all.”
Not bad? Fuck that. I can do better. I look up at him, our eyes meeting with him in my mouth. I don’t break eye contact as I push down, trying to take him deeper than before. The tip nudges the back of my throat, and I start gagging. My eyes water, and I have to pull back, coughing.
Whoa. Okay. That was too much. My throat is spasming, and I take a couple of deep breaths. A string of spit connects my lower lip to the tip of his dick, glistening in the morning light streaming through our cheap blinds.
Troy leans forward. “Easy, man. Don’t choke yourself out.”
I shake my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t have to deepthroat me, bro. You’ve already proved your point.”
“What point?”
“That you’re a fast learner,” he says with a grin. “And that you’re not as straight as I thought you were.”
I don’t say anything to that. Because he’s right. A straight guy doesn’t get on his knees for his friend and then get disappointed when he can’t take it all. A hundred percent straight dude doesn’t look up at his roommate with a mouthful of cock and think,more.
But I’m not about to confess how much I’m enjoying this. That’d be giving Troy way too much ammunition. He’d never let me live it down. This is just a supplement, like he said. A way to bust a nut. Nothing more.
“You know that I’m doing this so that you’ll owe me one later, right?” I say.
“Bullshit. You’re doing this because you wanted to. I said it was a bad idea. You’re the one who insisted.”
“You’re the one who whipped it out and challenged me.”
“Okay, fair enough.” He grins. “We both played a part.”
“Damn straight.”
“And to show I appreciate you taking the plunge… stand up.”
“What?”
“Stand up.” He gestures with his head. “Let’s even the playing field. Get your dick out, bro.”
I get to my feet, my knees cracking. That’s when I notice the tent in my own sweatpants. I’m hard as a fucking rock. I was so focused on Troy that I didn’t even register the erection straining against the fabric.
Troy smirks. “Well, look at that. Seems like someone’s enjoying himself more than he’s letting on.”
“Shut up.” I hook my thumbs under the waistband and push my pants down. My dick springs free like it’s been in prison. Jesus fuck. There’s precum everywhere. The inside of my sweats is soaked, the tip leaking like a broken faucet. I feel my face flush.
“Dude, you’re dripping like a motherfucker,” Troy says, reaching out to swipe a finger over the head. He brings it to his lips and licks it clean. “Sweet.”
Without warning, he leans forward and takes me into his mouth. Andoh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.That’s Troy’s tongue. That’s Troy’s mouth. Troy’s stubble against my thighs. Troy is blowing me. Right here in our living room. He’s swallowing the sword. Gobbling the knob. Polishing the family jewels. A billion stupid euphemisms flash through my head, but none of them do it justice. It’s just so fucking good. Too good.
No. Wait. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I feel the familiar tightening in my balls, the surge of heat in my spine, way too fast.
“Troy—” I try to pull back, my hand going to his shoulder. “Wait, I’m gonna?—”
