I froze.
"Come on. Better angle that way. Could even taste it if you want."
Taste it?
My stomach flipped, panic surging everywhere. I'd never even thought about sucking a dick, let alone my roommate's monster.
But the idea lodged in my brain, dirty and insistent.
"I've... I've never done that," I stammered, voice barely above a whisper, eyes locked on the glistening head, a bead of precum already oozing from the slit.
He smirked, that cocky jock grin splitting his face, one hand ruffling my hair like I was his pet project.
"You seem to really want it, bro." His fingers got to my left cheek. "Come on, have a taste. It won't hurt."
I was still hesitating, a bit intimidated with the sheer size of his tool.
"Just wrap those lips around my cock and suck. Feels fucking amazing, promise."
His words dripped encouragement, his free hand cupping those low-dangling balls, lifting them slightly as if offering the full package.
My knees wobbled. I wanted to bolt, but my body betrayed me, leaning in closer, inhaling his musky scent: sweat, chlorine, and raw.
"Go on your knees, bro," Julien ordered, voice dropping to a commanding growl.
"That's more practical. Better angle to take my dick down there."
I glanced up at him, face flushed:
"You... you won't tell the others, right? About this?" He winked, playful but reassuring, his thick cock twitching in my loosening grip.
"Nah, this stays between us. Our little secret. Now get down there and suck my cock like you mean it."
There we go I guess.
Nerves twisted my gut, but I sank to my knees anyway, the hard tile biting into my skin.
The locker room felt smaller with his dick leaking right above my head. Julien towered over me, legs spread wide, his (maybe eight-inch?) erection bobbing, foreskin pulled back fully now.
I had no clue what to do, really...
Girls had blown me before, Yeah. I remember my ex's lips soft and teasing around my cut dick, but this?
Being on the giving end, staring down a throbbing cock?
Totally different.
Intimidating as hell.
I stretched my jaw, lips parting as wide as they could, and engulfed the helmet. It filled my mouth instantly.
The taste hit me first: musky, a bit bitter from the pool, but then a strong drop landed on my tongue—thick precum, oozing steadily from his slit as I held there, frozen, not sucking yet, just feeling the pulse against my palate.
Julien groaned above me, hand tangling in my hair, guiding me gently but insistently.
"Fuck, yeah, take it in your mouth. Suck on that head." He saw my eyes widen, the surprise twisting my face at the bitter tang coating my tongue.
I didn't let it go past my mouth though. I got his cock out and put my right hand on it, trying to weep his precum out of it.
"Yeah, that's my precum, bro," he teased, visibly amused by my look of surprise. "Sorry about that. But I produce quite a lot."
He took the hips rocking forward, touching my lips:
"It's not bad I swear dude. Try it another time."
I looked at him, mouth shut by his dick. I almost nodded.
"Bet you're gonna crave it soon." He mumbled.
My hands gripped his thighs, bracing myself for the next drop.
Julien's grip tightened in my hair, pulling me forward just enough to make my lips slide deeper over his throbbing cockhead. The salty bitterness of his precum coated my tongue again, thick and unrelenting, as I tried to adjust to the fullness stretching my mouth.
"Come on, swallow it down Steph," he urged, hips twitching to push another bead right onto my palate.
I had to withdraw a bit, coughing.
"Go ahead. Taste it properly."
"Don't know man." I said, a bit afraid. "Must taste awful right?"
"Nah bro. It's bitter at first, but you'll get hooked on that flavor. Swear."
"Oh... OK."
"My load's even better, promise."
Shit. I was not ready for that.
I gagged slightly, the strong tang hitting the back of my throat, but I forced a swallow, feeling the sticky warmth slide down. It almost burned, but it wasn't bad as I thought... not like anything I'd imagined.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but I had this weird thrill of having his dick leaking into me and tasting it.
Fuck, I was actually doing it... sucking cock in a locker room, swallowing my new roommate's precum like some eager slut.
And I could feel my own dick getting stiffer!
He held still for a moment, letting me breathe around his girth, but then another drop welled up from his slit, fat and clear, dripping slowly onto my tongue as I held him there.
I tasted it too. It was still strong and bitter, coating my mouth with a musky edge that made my stomach twist. It wasn't gross, exactly, but overwhelming, like the forbidden edge of something I shouldn't want. I froze again, my lips sealed tight around his cockhead, not sure how to move next, my mind reeling from the heat pulsing against my lips.
"You like that bro?"Julien chuckled softly, his free hand stroking my cheek like I was a nervous pup.
"Not sure honestly." I managed to answer, leaving his cock free for a few seconds.
"You're looking lost down there, bro. Relax. Just move your tongue now. Lick around the head, kiss it like you do with girls."
My eyes grew wider wit his description. It just didn't seem real.
"It's not that different. Kiss it and let your tongue dance all around."
His words eased the knot in my chest a bit. He had this playful confidence that seemed to keep pulling me back in. Yes, I hesitated, not sure if I could really picture a girl's mouth in place of his inflated cockhead... But I dove in eventually.
I flicked my tongue experimentally, tracing the smooth ridge under his foreskin, feeling the veins throb in response. The skin was so soft there, hot and slick with spit and precum, and I pressed my lips forward, kissing the swollen tip like he said: gentle pecks turning into open-mouthed sucks.
The taboo heat rushed to my head constantly, but I just could not stop.
Holy shit, I had another guy's cock in my mouth.
Julien's massive, uncut dick, leaking and twitching like he owned me.
It didn't feel wrong, though, I guess the weirdness faded with the hot moans that escaped from his mouth from time to time.
I lapped at the slit, drawing out more of that bitter fluid. His voice rumbled above me, encouraging, his balls were like twitching just before me. I was getting into it, tongue swirling faster, lips sucking harder, the slurping sounds filling the steamy air.
My hands dug into his thighs, feeling the muscle flex under my fingers, and I realized I wanted more, I wanted to make him groan louder, to please him. Even if someone could hear us outside.
"Good boy," Julien growled, thrusting shallowly to fuck my mouth a little. "Now use your hands too."
I glanced at him. He seemed so dominant all of a sudden. He knew what he was doing.
"Grab my balls, play with them. Feel them."
I pulled off his cock a bit, then stared at his low-hanging balls, shaved smooth and dangling, like asking to be touched with bare hands. They looked so full.
My hand cupped them gently at first, fingers rolling the heavy orbs, feeling their weight and warmth.
Fuck.
Shifting in my palm as I squeezed lightly, tugging them down to make his cock jerk upward. Julien hissed in pleasure, his hand guiding mine to knead harder.
"Yeah, just like that. Squeeze those nuts, bro. Now keep doing that while you suck me off."
Shit, that was some next gen multitasking. Not sure I would be able to do that.
I dove back in, mouth engulfing his cock again, tongue working the underside as my fingers massaged his balls, rolling and pulling them in rhythm with my bobs.
At first I was a bit clumsy with my moves, not sure how to sinc my right and left hands to make him feel good.
I didn't have any idea of what I was doing. Most of the time, he was controlling my face anyway.
Good news is, he didn't let me adjust or think too much: his hips bucked against my face, fucking my mouth with shallow thrusts.
In a sense, it felt almost good to let him use me for his own pleasure, I didn't have anything to do or think besides keeping my mouth wide open to let his cock plunge inside and focusing on his balls.
His precum was flooding my mouth in steady drops now. I swallowed around him, the bitterness turning addictive, my own arousal spiking as I imagined how his cum would feel on my tongue and even taste.
I'm so fucked...
The locker room echoed with his grunts and the wet smacks of my lips on his shaft, but then, a faint clatter nearby, like metal on tile.
Shit!
Someone was tidying up, footsteps shuffling just outside our row of lockers, a broom scraping the floor closer.
Panic surged through me, my heart slamming as I froze with Julien's cock buried halfway in my mouth.
"Fuck," Julien muttered, yanking his dick free with a slick pop, strings of spit dangling from my lips and connecting his cockhead.
I don't know why but this sight made me hungry.
What was happening to me?
Reluctantly, he spun away, grabbing his towel to wipe the saliva off his throbbing length, then snatched his shorts from the bench. His balls still hung heavy as he tugged the fabric up, stuffing his eight-inch erection down one leg, the outline clearly bulging in plain sight.
I quickly got on my feet, wiping my mouth, a strange feeling growing inside of me.
Like... a mix between shame and lust.
I wanted to keep going somehow, but there was this deep sting that kept me wanting to go back in time and never try it again.
I could still tasting him my tongue: bitter, musky, like he had just marked my mouth for moment. A part of me wanted to rinse it immediately, another one wanted to keep that taste longer.
The footsteps just outside of the cubicle grew nearer, Julien shot me a wicked grin, zipping up just in time:
"I'll see you outside."
He opened the door and quickly closed it behind him so I could change myself alone without anyone noticing we were two guys in there. Right after, I almost heard something from the other side of the door:
"Slut."
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