After David came on my face, I wiped it off with a tissue he handed me from the side drawer. My body was still buzzing. I thought that was it; we’d just lie down, cuddle, drift off. But David had other plans.
“I remember how you said you’d want to be blown,” he said, eyes flicking to me as he opened the same drawer again. “Back when we used to sext.”
David was laid back against the pillow on the bed, arms behind his head, his soft belly rising with every breath.
I looked at him, confused at first. And then I saw it. A red blindfold, soft velvet, dangling from his fingers. “You like this, right?” he said, already dropping to his knees on the floor. “I remember you mentioning how you wanted the other guy to wait patiently. You wanted him blindfolded.."
"I wanna suck you off.”, he said.
The way he said it, calm, clear, no hesitation got me fully hard again. I stood up, kicked off the underwear that had been clinging to my legs, and watched him from above. My cock around six inches, thick with the kind of ache you only get when someone really sees you pointed straight at the guy who just an hour ago had seemed almost shy. Now? He was on his knees, blindfold in hand, waiting for my permission.
I didn’t even say anything. Just stepped forward.
David slipped the blindfold over his eyes and adjusted himself so his mouth was right in front of my cock. One hand found my thigh, steadying himself. The other gripped the base of my shaft.
David opened his mouth wide, waiting patiently for my cock.
This wasn’t some “sub turned alpha” moment. I’ve never been into that. But what did turn me on - what really got to me was when a guy who knew he had the power, who usually took charge, chose to kneel for me. Willingly. Eagerly. Not out of submission, but out of want. A top who craved to please. That hit something different.
And David… David was right there.
I didn’t just ram it into his throat like some porny frat guy. I bent down first, kissed his lips, soft and slow, and whispered, “You ready?”
He nodded without saying a word, blindfold still sitting loose on his face, mouth wide open, his hands on his thighs like he was grounding himself.
I crouched back up, placed my fingers gently at the sides of his lips, and stretched them apart, just a little. His mouth felt hot, soft and little wet. I guided my cock forward and tilted my hips so the tip nudged perfectly between them.
I felt his teeth graze me..barely and he instantly pulled them back, adjusting his lips like he already knew exactly what I needed. My cock slid in slowly. So fucking slowly.
Deeper.
David moaned, blindfold still on, the sound muffled but desperate. His tongue moved under the shaft, wet and deliberate, tracing me like he was learning me.
I kept one hand behind his head, the other resting gently on my own thigh for balance, as I slowly fucked into his mouth...no harsh thrusts, no gagging, just slow gliding strokes, letting him feel every inch.
His lips hugged the base, his breathing synced with mine, his entire body still as if offering himself up for me. Not as some powerless sub. But as a man who wanted this. Wanted me.
I tightened my grip on his hair just a bit. “Yeah,” I said softly. “Just like that.”
And he nodded, as best he could with a mouth full of cock, and sucked harder.
His lips tightened around my cock, creating this perfect suction as he slid along the shaft with practiced ease like he wanted to impress me. And he was. When he came up for air, I gently slid my cock along his cheek, watching a string of his saliva stretch across his face, glistening. He opened his mouth again, blindly trying to find my cock, lips parted, face tilted upward.
I laughed under my breath.
I leaned in, pressed my fingers to either side of his mouth again, and gently stretched it open. “There you go,” I said. “Don’t worry, my cock's not going anywhere.”
He dove back in, this time in one smooth, confident motion...all the way. His nose brushed my lower stomach, his throat swallowed around me like he didn’t even flinch. And I fucking lost it.
I had never been blown like that before. This was only the third time I’d ever hooked up with a guy and only the second time someone had actually sucked me off. The first time was... well, a story for another day. Let’s just say I left feeling embarrassed and slightly traumatized.
But this? This wasn’t that. This was something else entirely. David’s mouth knew what the fuck it was doing. His tongue, the way he used suction, the way he let me use him ...it was intense.
Too intense.
My hands flew to his shoulders. I gently pulled back. My cock popped out of his mouth, wet and pulsing.
David looked up, confused under the blindfold. “What’s up?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse.
I blinked. “Uhm… fuck. Sorry. I think I’m gonna cum.”
He tilted his head. “Yeah?”
“Your mouth just feels way too intense, I wasn’t expecting that.”
He smirked..just a hint of it on his lips, and I could feel him puff with pride. Like he knew he was the reason I was struggling to hold back. And he loved it.
“It’s okay,” David said. “Don’t hold back.”
Before I could react, he leaned in again and sucked just the tip of my cock just for a second. And holy fuck.
I yanked my cock back immediately, gripping the base with my hand. “Fuck, fuck, stop—”
“Hey,” he said, chuckling, “it’s okay. It’s fucking hot that you are close.”
“You sure?” I asked, my voice shaky. “I don’t wanna accidentally cum in your mouth. Not unless you want me to.”
“Maybe for another time,” he said with a grin, reaching out. “Here, cum on this.”
He pulled off the blindfold, held out his hand. Just his open palm, waiting. I blinked for a second. Honestly, it caught me off guard. I thought; is this some kind of revenge? Like because I didn’t swallow his load earlier?
But then again, I was too horny to care. Whatever it was, it was hot.
I stroked once, twice more and that was it.
I came hard. Like, insanely hard. I swear to god I had never ejaculated that much in my life (until then). It wasn’t just a few spurts and done. No, this was full-on spray mode. I kept going for what felt like 15... maybe 20 seconds. Maybe more. My cock was rock solid, twitching with each shot; sprut, sprut, sprut..ropes of cum spilling into his waiting hand. It pooled up, warm and messy, coating his palm.
David stared at it, wide-eyed. “What the fuck, man. That’s like...double the amount of cum. Fuck, that’s hot.”
I laughed breathlessly, chest heaving. “Fuck… I didn’t know I was that horny…”
David just smiled, still holding my cum-soaked hand like it was a fucking trophy. I sat back on the bed for a second, light-headed and slightly dazed, while he grabbed a tissue and wiped off. There wasn’t a lot to say after that. No cuddles. No sweet talk. Just that quiet post-nut stillness where both of us knew it was time to wrap it up.
Just like any other Grindr hookup, we cleaned up. I pulled my clothes back on, still a little sticky somewhere on my thigh. David walked me to the door casually, and I swear I heard his roommate moving in the other room but no one said anything. It was what it was.
And yet… remember how I said some hookups linger long after?
Well, on the way back to my place; barely ten minutes after I had just shot what felt like a river of cum...I was hard again in the cab.
I don’t even know why. Maybe it was the thought of how good it felt to blow him. Or maybe it was the memory of David’s mouth wrapped around my cock, the blindfold, his lips stretched out like that. Whatever it was, it stayed with me. Burned in.
I went straight to my room, closed the door, and jerked off again...fast and needy. Still thinking about him.
Author's Note: And that’s the end of the story. I know; it’s not as dramatic as my fictional ones. No surprise roommate walking in or joining the action. But this one? I’ve written it exactly the way I remember it. Real, messy, hot.
Hope you enjoyed this short 2-part miniseries.
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