Str8Cocksucker
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My best friend and I had been out to the bars with other friends, but they were being drunken idiots and that's not our style. We were getting some coffee and midnight breakfast at 24hr diner. We were just about the only people there and seated in non-smoking, so no one was around. Eventually the conversation came around to sex. At some point it got kind of awkward, but in a good way, as it seemed we both wanted to confide in each other some deeper stuff. After a minute or so I said, "Fuck it, dude! Anything we say now stays between you and me." I looked at him and asked if he ever thought of having sex with a guy. He just nodded and turned red. "Cool. Dude, I've been with a guy,” I confessed.
"Really?” His jaw dropped. “You're not just saying it to get me to say something I'll regret or something, are you?" He said it with some joking behind it, but I could tell he was also concerned.
"Really. My first was when I was in junior high and haven't looked back since. I just keep it in the downlow."
Then he started asking me a million questions about my first time, how many guys, etc. The usual million questions.
Then it was my turn. "What is it your curious about? Anything that made you curious, or what?"
He searched for words for a few moments then said, "I dunno. Just seems that a guy would know how to suck cock better. It's not that guys turn me on, or anything, but the idea of a guy that's just there to suck my cock... I think about that now and then."
"Cool. Whatever floats your boat, right?", I said. He nodded again.
Then he went a bit further and said that when he was much younger he had a friend that used to suck his cock now and then when they'd go play army in the woods or something. "That guy really liked sucking cock. He sucked me a lot, actually. My girlfriend doesn't even suck me that much." That got a laugh out of both of us.
The clock said it was getting late and I had an early morning tomorrow, and since I was the one driving it was time to go. On the drive way home we talked about various sexual experiences we'd had, the funny ones and weird ones, but mostly about what we really liked doing. He was shifting around in his seat, so I busted his balls a bit, saying, "Hardon giving you problems, dude?" We laughed a bit, but he said it was. I made a couple comments on how the conversation had my cock hard, too, but pointed at the head of my hard cock that had slid out from the leg of my cargo shorts.
His eyes got a bit big for a second as he looked, then looked away, then back a couple more times. He was fidgeting with his hardon again, trying to get comfortable. I was laughing at his predicament.
"It’s not funny, dude!" He said loudly. "It fucking hurts!" I laughed harder. That’s what he gets for wearing tight jeans.
Giving his arm a nudge, I gave him a wink and motioned my view towards my crotch, where, once I saw him look over and down I pulled my shorts up more than they had already ridden up, exposing a good deal of my hard cock. It had been pressed between my leg and the leg opening of my shorts, but when I pulled my shorts over, my cock had room to rise and was standing almost fully exposed, though at an angle.
"Shit, dude!", he exclaimed. His eyes locked on my cock.
He was trying to not look at my cock, and get his obvious hardon adjusted in his jeans, and having no success at either.
"Hey," I said. "You're obviously having problems, you're not fooling anyone, and I'm the only one sitting here with his cock out, hard and horny, because of what we've been talking about. So why don't you just get your cock out so I can see it. I showed you mine, you show me yours." I gave him another nudge on his arm with my elbow.
He sat there and face forward, but I could see him looking out the corner of his eye at my cock.
“You want a better look, dude?” I said “Fuck it” in my head and pushed my shorts up as far as I could, and grabbed my cock, letting him look at it all he wanted. “Your turn, dude. Need help?”, I joked.
He shrugged.
“Get your cock out. I’m a bit too busy driving to unbutton your pants.” He slowly started undoing his pants and in short order a bit of his cock was out.
“Come on. Let me see it!” I reached over and grabbed his cock. He inhaled sharply and pressed himself back into the seat. I grasped his shaft and stroked it some.
“That feels good. You don’t mind? I don’t know, man…” He was obviously turned on, as his cock was rock hard in my hand, and I could feel precum leaking from his slit.
Unfortunately I had to drive in town now, so I couldn't keep stroking his cock, but he didn’t put it away, either. As I pulled in front of his place we talked a bit more.
He told me, “That was different. Pretty cool, really. I never would have guess in a million years you went that way. Cool. Cool.”
The atmosphere in the car was different. It wasn’t the feeling of being on a date, but it was charged and a bit awkward, though differently so for each of us. He had made an attempt of covering his exposed, hard cock with his shirt. I made no attempt to cover my own hardon.
He sat there a bit more, looking at his front door, looking like he might say something. I took the pressure off him.
“Hey. It’s cool. It stays between us. Nice cock, by the way.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Trust me.” It was nice, too! It was about eight inches and thick. From what I could feel he had a patch above his cock and smooth shaven balls, and it stayed rock hard the whole time I stroked it. “Do you always precum that much?”
“Only when I’m really horny,” he blurted out. Then he realized what he said and looked down at the floor.
“Horny, huh?” I asked. He nodded. “So I got you all worked up?” He nodded again, shifting in the seat, making his cock show itself again.
“It’s not too much? Precum, I mean?” He asked.
“No,” I said, reaching over to grab his cock again. “I like it. Like it a lot. It’s kind of flattering knowing that I got you worked up.”
He turned to face me and said, “Oh! Fuck, dude! That was so hot! Getting jacked by a guy, who happens to be my best friend, by the way, and in a moving car. That’s hot! I was hard sitting back in the restaurant!” I could feel his cock firm up some more, now that I had worked it further out of his pants. Precum was oozing in almost a steady stream from his slit. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He sat back as far as he could in the seat I stroked him some more, but a passing car brought him back to the present. He finally said, “I suppose I better get in and let you get home and get some sleep.”
I nodded, but didn’t stop stroking his cock, squeezing it now and then. I looked and felt so good in my hand. Neither of us made a move to stop. He had his eyes shut and was moving his hips, trying to fuck my hand.
“If you want something,” I said, “all you have to do is say so.”
His eyes opened, looking into mine. “Like what?”
“You tell me.” I was enjoying making him squirm a bit, but not in a mean way. “But like I said back at the restaurant, this is between you and me. I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with, and I don’t want to risk our friendship.” I was stroking his cock while saying this. Rubbing his cockhead with my thumb, getting it wet with his streaming precum. “I want you to be able to look at me in the face again. So you tell me what you want, if you want it. I’m cool with whatever you decide.”
He was silent probably an entire minute. It seemed like much longer, with the risk I was taking, but I never stopped stroking his cock. He finally spoke after another minute of silence, and of my jacking his cock. “I want you to suck my cock,” he said quietly.
“Say it again, but say it like you mean it. If I do this, I want to know you want it,” I told him.
“Suck my cock. This has me so fucking horny! I know you’re my friend, but, fuck, dude! I can’t remember being this fucking horny!”
I leaned down and gave his cockhead a lick, hearing him moan. Then I stopped.
“What’s the matter, dude?”, he asked, afraid I was done I guessed.
“If I suck you, and I want to suck you, I’m not going to blow you here on the street in the front seat of my car. I want to do this right and you have a place right there where we can enjoy this a lot better.” Before he could say anything I hopped out of the car and quickly went to open his door. He was trying to put his cock back in his pants, but I was having none of that. I reached in and grabbed him by his cock, leading him to his door about thirty feet away. Good thing it was late at night, and he didn’t protest.
I’d been to his place many times, so we both made a mad dash for the bedroom, shedding clothes as we went. I was naked first as all I had on was a T shirt, sandals, and my cargo shorts, and I was going commando that night, which is why my cock had escaped my shorts that night.
He was on his bed, pulling his clothes off as fast as he could, so I helped him. In no time he was nude, lit by the street light shining through curtains. He was rock hard and I could see precum shining on his cockhead as I took it in my hand, finally able to see his whole cock and giving it a good look.
He was looking at me, so I smiled and said, “Say it.”
I hadn’t finish saying, “it” when he said, “Suck my cock, dude! Suck my cock! Please, suck my cock!”
“That’s better,” I said and took his cock into my mouth. MMMM! So nice, the hard cock and soft skin. Hearing him breathing heavily as I worked my mouth and tongue up and down and around his shaft.
He moaned, then said, “Fuck, dude. If I’d only known about this…About you..Before…”
I stopped sucking a moment. “Yeah. What if you had?”, I asked.
“We'd have been doing this a long time ago. I think, anyway. Doesn’t matter now, I guess? Oh! Fuck, dude! That feels so good! God!” I went to work on his cock for the next several minutes, backing off when I thought he might be getting close to cumming. I wanted his cum in my mouth, just not yet.
“Like this?”, I asked, my mouth still in his cock. His precum was almost a steady flow into my mouth. “No regrets so far?”
“Fuck, yeah I like this! Dude. In all seriousness. You suck better then my girlfriend does. Honestly. Oh! Fuck! That feels good!” I knew his girlfriend and she was known for her blowjobs. This was pretty high praise, indeed.
I have no idea how long I sucked his cock, and didn’t care. It felt and tasted wonderful. Big, thick, and juicy! But now I wanted his cum, and I knew from how he’d reacted when I had felt his reactions to different things I did what got him close, and applied all my focus on doing that. Within a minute I felt his hip rocking and heard his breathing get deeper and deeper. His hands grasped my head.
“I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”
Without stopping I said, around his cock, “I know. I want it.”
“Really?” I just nodded my head as I kept sucking and licking. “I cum a lot. Really?” I looked up at him, into his eyes, and nodded, increasing the pressure of my mouth on his cock. He laid back on the bed and started moaning and pumping his hips at my face. “Oh!..Fuck! … Dude! I’m gonna!... I’m… Oh! Fucking A! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, fuck! Your mouth feels so good, dude! Oh, fuck! Yeah! Oh, my god!”
His load was huge and hot and delicious! It filled my mouth as I put my tongue into his slit so I could feel every drop shoot into my mouth before swallowing it down. Mmmmm!"
He finally stopped cumming and I sucked every last drop from his cock. I sat up and we looked at each other for a second or two. “We cool?”, I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, resting on his bed. “I think so. That was…Wow!”
“Thanks,” I said. The clock said I’d been sucking him for about half an hour. It seemed like I’d been sucking him longer. “I have to get home. I’m going to be paying for this when I wake up later this morning,” I said as I pulled on my clothes. I left quickly, letting him alone to think over what happened.
When I saw him the next day I wasn’t sure how it was going to be. He came right over to where I was an said, “Hi.” Then he motioned to follow him over to a more private area where we wouldn’t be overheard. “About last night,” he started. But, he didn’t have that look that tells me, ”Uh, oh. Here comes the bad news.” He continued, “Last night was fucking hot! I’ve been thinking about it all morning. Hell, I jacked off thinking about it two times since you left last night.” He laughed.
“You liked it that much, huh?” I asked.
“Oh, dude! You have no fucking idea!” Then he got really quiet, like it was all catching up to him. But he didn’t have the bad new vibe to him, so that was good. At least I hoped it was. I motioned for him to start walking with me, so we didn’t attract attention from nosy people, and get away from any ears that might overhear us.
“Now tell me,” I said.
“I was wondering if you…If we… can do that again, soon?’
“Do what again?” I teased.
“I want you to suck my cock again! See! I learned from last night: Just say it! Right?”
“Yup!” I laughed. “I like a guy that’s direct about him wanting me to suck his cock.”
“Dude! Shut up!” Then he looked at me, afraid he offended me. “I just mean if you say that I’m gonna get a hardon again, and there’s people around.” Then he let out a little laugh.
“So…?”
“I want you to suck my cock again. Oh, shit! Fuck! Getting a hard on again… Oh, well. Fuck it! Anyway, can you come over tonight” I nodded, and we continued walking. Then he started talking again. “I don’t really want to do anything to you, OK? But that blowjob was awesome!” I nodded again, smiling. “So, if you’re cool with that…”
I cut him off gently, “All you have to do is let me know, and be cool, and we’re still friends. Okay?” He nodded. “Now,” I continued “What time would you like me over?”
He thought a minute then said, “Oh, maybe about the time we usually head out, around ten or eleven?”
“Pick a time.”
He thought. “Ten. The more time we have the better.”
“Good,” I said. “Then leave your door open and be naked on your bed and waiting for me.”
He looked incredulous as he said, “Are you serious? Yes. I can do that. Ten, right?” I nodded.
By this time we had walked a good way from anyone. Far enough away that I reached over and lightly rubbed his cock through his pants.
“What the? Oh, fuck, dude!” He glanced around nervously for anyone that might see, but I’m not that indiscreet, or as stupid, as to let that happen. I didn’t keep rubbing, either. Just enough to let him know I wanted it, and make him want my mouth more. “You’re going to get me so worked up I’ll have to jack off again!”
“Don’t you dare!”, I said. “I want as much cum as I can get when I come over tonight.”
He looked at me for a couple moments, “You’re serious, aren’t you?” I nodded and made a motion for him to look down. Once I saw that he was looking at my crotch I pulled my shorts up enough that he could see my hard cock once again sliding out the leg hole. “I guess so! Jesus, dude! Ten’s not going to get here soon enough!”
Then I told him, “Ten. Door unlocked. You on the bed naked.”
He nodded, then added "I'm going to tell my girlfriend I can't make it out to her place tonight."
"Really?” His jaw dropped. “You're not just saying it to get me to say something I'll regret or something, are you?" He said it with some joking behind it, but I could tell he was also concerned.
"Really. My first was when I was in junior high and haven't looked back since. I just keep it in the downlow."
Then he started asking me a million questions about my first time, how many guys, etc. The usual million questions.
Then it was my turn. "What is it your curious about? Anything that made you curious, or what?"
He searched for words for a few moments then said, "I dunno. Just seems that a guy would know how to suck cock better. It's not that guys turn me on, or anything, but the idea of a guy that's just there to suck my cock... I think about that now and then."
"Cool. Whatever floats your boat, right?", I said. He nodded again.
Then he went a bit further and said that when he was much younger he had a friend that used to suck his cock now and then when they'd go play army in the woods or something. "That guy really liked sucking cock. He sucked me a lot, actually. My girlfriend doesn't even suck me that much." That got a laugh out of both of us.
The clock said it was getting late and I had an early morning tomorrow, and since I was the one driving it was time to go. On the drive way home we talked about various sexual experiences we'd had, the funny ones and weird ones, but mostly about what we really liked doing. He was shifting around in his seat, so I busted his balls a bit, saying, "Hardon giving you problems, dude?" We laughed a bit, but he said it was. I made a couple comments on how the conversation had my cock hard, too, but pointed at the head of my hard cock that had slid out from the leg of my cargo shorts.
His eyes got a bit big for a second as he looked, then looked away, then back a couple more times. He was fidgeting with his hardon again, trying to get comfortable. I was laughing at his predicament.
"It’s not funny, dude!" He said loudly. "It fucking hurts!" I laughed harder. That’s what he gets for wearing tight jeans.
Giving his arm a nudge, I gave him a wink and motioned my view towards my crotch, where, once I saw him look over and down I pulled my shorts up more than they had already ridden up, exposing a good deal of my hard cock. It had been pressed between my leg and the leg opening of my shorts, but when I pulled my shorts over, my cock had room to rise and was standing almost fully exposed, though at an angle.
"Shit, dude!", he exclaimed. His eyes locked on my cock.
He was trying to not look at my cock, and get his obvious hardon adjusted in his jeans, and having no success at either.
"Hey," I said. "You're obviously having problems, you're not fooling anyone, and I'm the only one sitting here with his cock out, hard and horny, because of what we've been talking about. So why don't you just get your cock out so I can see it. I showed you mine, you show me yours." I gave him another nudge on his arm with my elbow.
He sat there and face forward, but I could see him looking out the corner of his eye at my cock.
“You want a better look, dude?” I said “Fuck it” in my head and pushed my shorts up as far as I could, and grabbed my cock, letting him look at it all he wanted. “Your turn, dude. Need help?”, I joked.
He shrugged.
“Get your cock out. I’m a bit too busy driving to unbutton your pants.” He slowly started undoing his pants and in short order a bit of his cock was out.
“Come on. Let me see it!” I reached over and grabbed his cock. He inhaled sharply and pressed himself back into the seat. I grasped his shaft and stroked it some.
“That feels good. You don’t mind? I don’t know, man…” He was obviously turned on, as his cock was rock hard in my hand, and I could feel precum leaking from his slit.
Unfortunately I had to drive in town now, so I couldn't keep stroking his cock, but he didn’t put it away, either. As I pulled in front of his place we talked a bit more.
He told me, “That was different. Pretty cool, really. I never would have guess in a million years you went that way. Cool. Cool.”
The atmosphere in the car was different. It wasn’t the feeling of being on a date, but it was charged and a bit awkward, though differently so for each of us. He had made an attempt of covering his exposed, hard cock with his shirt. I made no attempt to cover my own hardon.
He sat there a bit more, looking at his front door, looking like he might say something. I took the pressure off him.
“Hey. It’s cool. It stays between us. Nice cock, by the way.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “Trust me.” It was nice, too! It was about eight inches and thick. From what I could feel he had a patch above his cock and smooth shaven balls, and it stayed rock hard the whole time I stroked it. “Do you always precum that much?”
“Only when I’m really horny,” he blurted out. Then he realized what he said and looked down at the floor.
“Horny, huh?” I asked. He nodded. “So I got you all worked up?” He nodded again, shifting in the seat, making his cock show itself again.
“It’s not too much? Precum, I mean?” He asked.
“No,” I said, reaching over to grab his cock again. “I like it. Like it a lot. It’s kind of flattering knowing that I got you worked up.”
He turned to face me and said, “Oh! Fuck, dude! That was so hot! Getting jacked by a guy, who happens to be my best friend, by the way, and in a moving car. That’s hot! I was hard sitting back in the restaurant!” I could feel his cock firm up some more, now that I had worked it further out of his pants. Precum was oozing in almost a steady stream from his slit. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He sat back as far as he could in the seat I stroked him some more, but a passing car brought him back to the present. He finally said, “I suppose I better get in and let you get home and get some sleep.”
I nodded, but didn’t stop stroking his cock, squeezing it now and then. I looked and felt so good in my hand. Neither of us made a move to stop. He had his eyes shut and was moving his hips, trying to fuck my hand.
“If you want something,” I said, “all you have to do is say so.”
His eyes opened, looking into mine. “Like what?”
“You tell me.” I was enjoying making him squirm a bit, but not in a mean way. “But like I said back at the restaurant, this is between you and me. I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with, and I don’t want to risk our friendship.” I was stroking his cock while saying this. Rubbing his cockhead with my thumb, getting it wet with his streaming precum. “I want you to be able to look at me in the face again. So you tell me what you want, if you want it. I’m cool with whatever you decide.”
He was silent probably an entire minute. It seemed like much longer, with the risk I was taking, but I never stopped stroking his cock. He finally spoke after another minute of silence, and of my jacking his cock. “I want you to suck my cock,” he said quietly.
“Say it again, but say it like you mean it. If I do this, I want to know you want it,” I told him.
“Suck my cock. This has me so fucking horny! I know you’re my friend, but, fuck, dude! I can’t remember being this fucking horny!”
I leaned down and gave his cockhead a lick, hearing him moan. Then I stopped.
“What’s the matter, dude?”, he asked, afraid I was done I guessed.
“If I suck you, and I want to suck you, I’m not going to blow you here on the street in the front seat of my car. I want to do this right and you have a place right there where we can enjoy this a lot better.” Before he could say anything I hopped out of the car and quickly went to open his door. He was trying to put his cock back in his pants, but I was having none of that. I reached in and grabbed him by his cock, leading him to his door about thirty feet away. Good thing it was late at night, and he didn’t protest.
I’d been to his place many times, so we both made a mad dash for the bedroom, shedding clothes as we went. I was naked first as all I had on was a T shirt, sandals, and my cargo shorts, and I was going commando that night, which is why my cock had escaped my shorts that night.
He was on his bed, pulling his clothes off as fast as he could, so I helped him. In no time he was nude, lit by the street light shining through curtains. He was rock hard and I could see precum shining on his cockhead as I took it in my hand, finally able to see his whole cock and giving it a good look.
He was looking at me, so I smiled and said, “Say it.”
I hadn’t finish saying, “it” when he said, “Suck my cock, dude! Suck my cock! Please, suck my cock!”
“That’s better,” I said and took his cock into my mouth. MMMM! So nice, the hard cock and soft skin. Hearing him breathing heavily as I worked my mouth and tongue up and down and around his shaft.
He moaned, then said, “Fuck, dude. If I’d only known about this…About you..Before…”
I stopped sucking a moment. “Yeah. What if you had?”, I asked.
“We'd have been doing this a long time ago. I think, anyway. Doesn’t matter now, I guess? Oh! Fuck, dude! That feels so good! God!” I went to work on his cock for the next several minutes, backing off when I thought he might be getting close to cumming. I wanted his cum in my mouth, just not yet.
“Like this?”, I asked, my mouth still in his cock. His precum was almost a steady flow into my mouth. “No regrets so far?”
“Fuck, yeah I like this! Dude. In all seriousness. You suck better then my girlfriend does. Honestly. Oh! Fuck! That feels good!” I knew his girlfriend and she was known for her blowjobs. This was pretty high praise, indeed.
I have no idea how long I sucked his cock, and didn’t care. It felt and tasted wonderful. Big, thick, and juicy! But now I wanted his cum, and I knew from how he’d reacted when I had felt his reactions to different things I did what got him close, and applied all my focus on doing that. Within a minute I felt his hip rocking and heard his breathing get deeper and deeper. His hands grasped my head.
“I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”
Without stopping I said, around his cock, “I know. I want it.”
“Really?” I just nodded my head as I kept sucking and licking. “I cum a lot. Really?” I looked up at him, into his eyes, and nodded, increasing the pressure of my mouth on his cock. He laid back on the bed and started moaning and pumping his hips at my face. “Oh!..Fuck! … Dude! I’m gonna!... I’m… Oh! Fucking A! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, fuck! Your mouth feels so good, dude! Oh, fuck! Yeah! Oh, my god!”
His load was huge and hot and delicious! It filled my mouth as I put my tongue into his slit so I could feel every drop shoot into my mouth before swallowing it down. Mmmmm!"
He finally stopped cumming and I sucked every last drop from his cock. I sat up and we looked at each other for a second or two. “We cool?”, I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, resting on his bed. “I think so. That was…Wow!”
“Thanks,” I said. The clock said I’d been sucking him for about half an hour. It seemed like I’d been sucking him longer. “I have to get home. I’m going to be paying for this when I wake up later this morning,” I said as I pulled on my clothes. I left quickly, letting him alone to think over what happened.
When I saw him the next day I wasn’t sure how it was going to be. He came right over to where I was an said, “Hi.” Then he motioned to follow him over to a more private area where we wouldn’t be overheard. “About last night,” he started. But, he didn’t have that look that tells me, ”Uh, oh. Here comes the bad news.” He continued, “Last night was fucking hot! I’ve been thinking about it all morning. Hell, I jacked off thinking about it two times since you left last night.” He laughed.
“You liked it that much, huh?” I asked.
“Oh, dude! You have no fucking idea!” Then he got really quiet, like it was all catching up to him. But he didn’t have the bad new vibe to him, so that was good. At least I hoped it was. I motioned for him to start walking with me, so we didn’t attract attention from nosy people, and get away from any ears that might overhear us.
“Now tell me,” I said.
“I was wondering if you…If we… can do that again, soon?’
“Do what again?” I teased.
“I want you to suck my cock again! See! I learned from last night: Just say it! Right?”
“Yup!” I laughed. “I like a guy that’s direct about him wanting me to suck his cock.”
“Dude! Shut up!” Then he looked at me, afraid he offended me. “I just mean if you say that I’m gonna get a hardon again, and there’s people around.” Then he let out a little laugh.
“So…?”
“I want you to suck my cock again. Oh, shit! Fuck! Getting a hard on again… Oh, well. Fuck it! Anyway, can you come over tonight” I nodded, and we continued walking. Then he started talking again. “I don’t really want to do anything to you, OK? But that blowjob was awesome!” I nodded again, smiling. “So, if you’re cool with that…”
I cut him off gently, “All you have to do is let me know, and be cool, and we’re still friends. Okay?” He nodded. “Now,” I continued “What time would you like me over?”
He thought a minute then said, “Oh, maybe about the time we usually head out, around ten or eleven?”
“Pick a time.”
He thought. “Ten. The more time we have the better.”
“Good,” I said. “Then leave your door open and be naked on your bed and waiting for me.”
He looked incredulous as he said, “Are you serious? Yes. I can do that. Ten, right?” I nodded.
By this time we had walked a good way from anyone. Far enough away that I reached over and lightly rubbed his cock through his pants.
“What the? Oh, fuck, dude!” He glanced around nervously for anyone that might see, but I’m not that indiscreet, or as stupid, as to let that happen. I didn’t keep rubbing, either. Just enough to let him know I wanted it, and make him want my mouth more. “You’re going to get me so worked up I’ll have to jack off again!”
“Don’t you dare!”, I said. “I want as much cum as I can get when I come over tonight.”
He looked at me for a couple moments, “You’re serious, aren’t you?” I nodded and made a motion for him to look down. Once I saw that he was looking at my crotch I pulled my shorts up enough that he could see my hard cock once again sliding out the leg hole. “I guess so! Jesus, dude! Ten’s not going to get here soon enough!”
Then I told him, “Ten. Door unlocked. You on the bed naked.”
He nodded, then added "I'm going to tell my girlfriend I can't make it out to her place tonight."
