“You’ve gotta take care of your cocksuckers, dude.”
Mike frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
Andrew leaned forward. “Listen: You’ve got a gay friend who genuinely likes your cock. Now I
know he doesn’t turn you on, and I know you feel weird about it, but the fact of the matter is he’ll
be there for you when the girls let you down. If you want him to be good to you, you’ve got to be
good to him, and that means letting him have it some of the time.”
Mike’s frown turned into an awkward grimace. “I dunno. He’s my friend, and I don’t want to just
use him like some kind of jack-off toy. Besides, wouldn’t that just make things awkward when
we’re hanging out normally?”
“It’s only as awkward as you or he makes it.” Andrew looked right and left and lowered his
voice. “Your brother and I had this buddy Chad a few years ago. We were friendly with him, let
him see us change clothes in front of him, and every once in a while we let him blow us. Then
that bitch Kristina played your brother to make her ex jealous and tried to pass it off as nothing.
He used Chad’s mouth for a solid week so he wouldn’t be tempted to hook up with her again.”
Mike’s eyes widened – he hadn’t heard that part of the story. “Chad never made a big deal out
of it, and he never told anyone. He was just grateful for a chance at some straight dick. The
three of us still go out for beer when your bro’s back in town, and it’s just buddies hanging out,
there’s nothing weird at all.”
“Hmmm.” Mike thought for a moment. “Maybe you’ve got a point. I wouldn’t mind having
something better than my hand on a regular basis. I guess I won’t know what could happen
unless I ask.”
Andrew agreed, and they finished lunch chatting about other things. Afterwards, as Mike
walked from the food court to his dorm, he thought about ways of broaching the subject with
Noah.
Noah sat at his desk with a textbook open in front of him and his fingers on his keyboard. To
the rest of the world it looked as if he were deep in thought about some homework problem,
but he was much more distracted than that. Scenes from the previous Saturday night kept
flashing through his brain, and try as he might he couldn’t keep from obsessing over them.
The water cascading over Mike’s bulging pecs and chiseled abs . . . the throbbing erection,
longer than any he’d seen, pointing straight at his face . . . Mike’s drunken voice calling
him “cocksucker” . . . . Noah’s dick started to grow in his pants. Shit, he thought, It’s been
about 40 hours, and I think I’ve jacked off 40 times. He had lost count already by Sunday
morning. None of his work was getting done, and the pages in his notebook from the day’s
lectures were virtually blank.
He turned his head a bit and glanced at his roommate. Pete was doing something on his
computer and showed no sign of leaving. That meant if he wanted to take care of himself he
would have to go looking for a deserted bathroom somewhere, which was always gross and
awkward and best kept for last resorts. Turning back to his work, he sighed and tried very hard
to focus.
Work actually started flowing for a few minutes, and then, out of the corner of his eye, Noah
saw Mike walk into his room next door. All thoughts of productivity left Noah’s brain and his
cock throbbed almost painfully. Mike and he being neighbors in the dorm didn’t help his state
of mind any. At least Mike hadn’t brought up Saturday night in a negative way. The fact that he
hadn’t brought it up at all, though, just left Noah’s head spinning with the possibilities. Would
something like that ever happen again? Or would his friendship with Mike disintegrate into
awkwardness and avoidance?
Well, one thing was certain: Noah’s mind wasn’t getting any clearer by just sitting there. He
took a deep breath, tried to ignore his palpitating heart, and walked over to talk with Mike.
Mike arrived in his room a bit worked up as well. He had never had sexual desires for a guy,
but he was a horny 18 year old, and the mere thought of having someone else work on his dick
aroused him. His roommate was out playing frisbee that night, so he shucked off his pants and
sweater, started up his computer, and pulled up one of his favorite websites.
He had forgotten to check that his door was shut, though. Noah, being used to hanging out
in his neighbor’s room, thought nothing of walking right in. “Hey M-”, he began, freezing in his
tracks and letting his mouth hang open as he looked up. There in front of him was a computer
screen full of oversized tits, and in front of that was Mike in his undershirt and boxers and with a
hand on his crotch. He began to stammer out an apology, but Mike beat him to it.
“Oops, guess you caught me in one of those moods,” Mike laughed. “Sorry, I should’ve closed
the door.”
“No worries. I get distracted like that too when I have those moods,” Noah managed to reply.
Mike tried to joke around a bit to ease the awkwardness. “Oh? I thought you weren’t into tits
like this,” he said, gesturing at his computer screen.
Noah chuckled. “Even if I don’t get off to the same things, I still think getting off is awesome in
general.” As he spoke, his eyes kept dropping to the now uncovered plaid tent in Mike’s lap.
He began to feel a bit warmer, and the tube in his pants thickened.
Mike watched Noah eyeing his crotch and grinned. Deciding to play it up a bit, he leaned back
in his chair and put his hands behind his head, putting his raging boner on full display. As
nonchalantly as he could, he said, “I think I know what you mean. I’ve never wanted another
guy, but what you did for me Saturday night was pretty awesome, better than I ever do with my
hand for sure. I guess I should say thank you.” He smiled and looked up at his visibly sweating
and blushing friend.
“N-N-No problem, I mean you’re really- I mean, it was awesome for me too.” Was Mike actually
coming on to him? Everything from the bulging pecs and crotch to the toned runner’s legs was
on full display, and his brain was threatening to short out. Not able to come up with anything
better, he turned said, “Well I guess I’ll get going . . . “
“Wait!” Noah turned back to see Mike leaning forward and blushing a bit as well. “Look, you’re
my friend, so it’s not like I want to use you, but since it’s something we both liked . . . would you
want it to happen again?”
Finally Noah managed the courage to grin and ask, “Are you talking about right now?”
“Now is good!” Mike smiled wide and pushed back his chair, making room in front of it. As
Noah turned and shut the door, he thought about how that smile was almost the hottest thing
on the boy, the thing that had started his crush, and his dick throbbed and leaked some into
his pants. “Almost” was compared to the thing he was about to get to work on, and he couldn’t
wait.
When he turned around he saw Mike had angled his seat so one hand could reach his
computer, and he was browsing through a picture gallery. Noah got on his knees between his
friend’s splayed legs, rubbed both hands along the runner’s thighs, and grasped Mike’s erection
through his boxers. Mike moaned and thrusted his hips a bit. Noah’s mouth hung open as the
sight and feel of those powerful muscles and the man’s sweaty aroma washed over him.
Noah looked up at Mike’s face. It aroused him so much to see the lust in his expression,
even though it was directed at the screen instead of him. He then cleared his throat and
asked, “Since I’m going to do something for you, can I make a request?”
“Um, sure, what is it?”
Noah grinned and continued, “Can I see you naked while I suck your cock?”
“I don’t see why not.” Mike stood up and pulled off his shirt. This put all of his lean musculature
on display, from his 6 pack abs to his thick pecs and stretching laterals, and Noah drank it all
in with greedy eyes. When the shirt fell to the ground, Noah grabbed Mike’s shorts and pulled
them down. The sparse straight-haired bush came into view, then the thick tube and dangling
balls. Finally, as the elastic band slipped over the red head, Mike’s cock sprang up and slapped
Noah in the face! This set them both laughing as Mike stepped out of his underwear.
“You’ve got some impressive junk,” Noah said. Mike just smirked as he sat down and angled
his dick at Noah’s face. Noah grabbed the turgid pole with both hands and squeezed. The
head of Mike’s cock and about half an inch of the shaft extended past Noah’s hands even with
both of them around it, and he watched as his grip turned the head a slightly darker shade
of red and caused a trickle of clear fluid to run out of the slit and onto his hands. He leaned
forward and licked up the salty nectar as hands milked as much out of that tube as possible.
Mike leaned back in his seat and groaned. Why do none of my girlfriends get as excited to work
my cock as my gay neighbor? Oh, the things he’s doing with his tongue . . . . Mike reached for
the mouse and brought up a vid of a busty blonde deepthroating a thick black cock. With the
sensations he was getting from his groin he could almost believe it was his cock she was taking.
Yeah, take my meat, bitch! Swallow it deep! He put his hands on Noah’s head and started
pushing him onto his cock a bit harder.
Up to this point Noah had been enjoying bobbing on Mike’s long pole, swirling his tongue
around the huge spongy head, and tasting the generous stream of salty-sweet precum that
flowed faster and faster out of the slit. He loved trying different spots and motions to find what
Mike liked, and he relished every pulse of extra swelling and gush of juice that told him he was
doing something right. Now Mike was taking control, though, and it was all Noah could do to
keep from drowning. He felt Mike’s member grow literally rock hard, its surface glassy against
his tongue, so he took a deep breath, adjusted the angle of his neck, and plunged down onto
his buddy’s tube. He slid all the way until his nose prodded Mike’s body and his nostrils were
tickled by Mike’s pubes. Noah groaned a deep, satisfied groan as Mike’s heady scent filled his
sinuses, and he held his place while he felt the first spasms in the tube filling his gullet and the
warmth of the liquid they ejected down his throat.
Mike’s mind was completely blown. Being an above average guy in the dick department, he
had gotten used to the idea that a girl would only suck on the first half or so of his member
during oral. He had never dreamed of the sensations he experienced then: Noah’s warmth and
wetness along the whole length of his shaft, his head in the firm grip of Noah’s throat muscles,
and a pair of lips circling the very base of his shaft and pressing against his body. The vibration
from Noah’s moan put him over the edge, and with a shout his whole body shook and he started
unloading down Noah’s throat. His hands instinctively pulled Noah’s head even harder onto his
spurting cock as shot after shot coated his buddy’s throat and tonsils. He couldn’t remember
ever having an orgasm this hard or this long, and as it subsided he sighed and savored the
intense feelings.
That is, until he felt Noah’s neck jerking against his hand. He let go, and Noah fell, gasping and
coughing on the floor. “Shit man, are you all right?”, he shouted.
Noah looked up at Mike through his teared up eyes. He managed to cough out, “Better than all
right!” and smile a bit. After he caught his breath again, he said “That was some of the best I
ever had!”
“Yeah, for me too. You took more than anyone’s ever taken before.” Mike noticed a large dark
spot on Noah’s shorts. “Dude, did you come?”
Noah looked, then felt himself. “Yeah, I guess so. Shit that was intense!” He got up and then
smiled down at Mike, who sat there naked with a wilting penis still glistening with his spit. “So, I
guess I’ll get to help you out from time to time.”
Mike grinned back. “Yeah, for sure. I’ll call you when I need you.”

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