We stood facing each other, hard, hot. Breathing heavily. There was more than just dicks hanging in the air.
Austin broke the silence first.
“Since we're standing here with our dicks in our hands...” he began with a slight smile, “maybe it's time to see which one of us can take the other deeper into his throat.”
I looked at him. There was no shame in him. Only a challenge. And something else. Something he didn't want to name.
“You really want to do this?” I asked.
“Sure. Clean. No hands. Just throats. One dick in the other's mouth. And we'll see who can take the choking better.”
“Sounds like you've been planning this for a long time.”
“Maybe I just like to win.”
I smiled. Deep down, I knew it wasn't just about winning. Not at that moment.
“All right,” I said. “Terms?”
“We take turns kneeling. You first, then me. Or vice versa. No touching. No hands. Just your throat and your willpower.”
“What if one of us starts puking?”
“That means he lost.”
I snorted.
“You know you can't win.”
“I know one thing,” he replied, approaching me and glancing at my dick, “that yours looks like a challenge. And that's why I want to swallow it first.”
Okay. At that point, he wasn't pretending anymore. Neither was I.
I walked over to the desk and sat down. I spread my legs, my dick hard and throbbing.
“Start. Show me what your throat can do.”
Austin knelt down.
He wasn't touching me yet. But he looked up at me from below. As if he could already taste me.
He knelt between my thighs. Slowly. As if he were doing it for the first time. Or maybe he just wanted me to think that.
He looked up at me from below. His hands were at his sides, as we had agreed. No help. Just his mouth, tongue, throat.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Since birth,” I replied. “You have a nice throat, Austin. Let's see if it deserves my cock.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You talk like you're an expert.”
“Just focus on breathing through your nose, the rest will relax on its own.”
He leaned in. First, he touched the very tip with the tip of his tongue. He licked it. He trembled.
“It tastes... masculine.” His voice was lower, as if he was already getting hard.
He slid in slowly. Millimeter by millimeter. My cock disappeared between his lips until I felt the warmth of his tongue underneath. His throat wasn't involved yet. But I could feel the tension.
"Don’t stop now, Austin. That wasn’t even deep yet."
He looked up at me from below, with my cock in his mouth. And he moved deeper.
I heard the first gag. But he didn't pull back. He breathed through his nose, like I told him to. His hands were clenched into fists, as if he was fighting himself.
"Good... just like that." I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I didn’t push. But he could feel me there. He knew I was ready to take control at any moment.
I went deeper. A little more. I could feel his throat twitching, his eyes starting to water.
“Open up,” I muttered. “You're not straight when you have a dick in your throat.”
He stopped, almost all the way in. He was choking, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't stop.
“You're doing well,” I whispered. “But I'll do it better.”
When he finished, his face was wet. His throat was red, his eyes teary. But proud. As if he really believed he could win.
“How was it?” he asked, wiping his mouth on his wrist.
“You were brave,” I said with a smile. “But now watch how someone who knows where the tongue ends and control begins does it.”
He stood up and positioned himself so that his cock was sticking out in front of my face, still hard. He smelled of warmth, skin, and tension.
I looked up at him.
“Do you want me to show you what deep means?”
“Do whatever you want, just no hands.”
“Hands are for beginners. I have a throat.”
I took him into my mouth right away. Deep. No questions asked.
I moved my tongue from the base to the tip, then opened my throat and slid further in. I felt his body twitch.
“Fuck...” he muttered, his hands involuntarily clenching my hair. “You do this like you were born with a dick in your mouth.”
I didn't stop. Saliva dripped down my chin. My eyes started to water, but I didn't stop. I wanted him to know that his length was breakfast for me.
His breathing quickened. His hips moved slightly.
“Stop,” he said. “Don't move. I want to see how long you can last.”
I stopped with his cock in my throat. I breathed through my nose. My throat was tight, I could feel my pulse in my skull. He looked down, as if trying to understand why the sight of my throat around his cock turned him on so much.
A few seconds passed. Then a few more.
Finally, I pulled back on my own, leaving a trail of saliva between his tip and my lips.
“Well, Austin? Still think it's just a bet?”
I pulled back from his cock slowly. Loud, wet, with a string of saliva stretching like a rubber cord between my lips and his tip.
Austin looked down at me. His eyes were red, his hair slightly damp with sweat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he had just run a sprint rather than stood there letting me caress him with my throat.
“Fuck...” he muttered softly. “That was sick.”
I sat back on my heels. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand.
“That was just the beginning,” I said. “You think you've won?”
Austin laughed softly, a tired, excited laugh.
“I don't know who won. But...” He looked at his cock, still hard, red from sucking. “I didn't think I'd like it this much.”
I didn't answer. The look I gave him was enough. And the way he fell silent, as if he realized what he had just said.
We were both soaking wet. Our faces glistened with saliva. Our lips were swollen. Our throats hurt. But the tension didn't subside. On the contrary, it only intensified.
He sat down next to me. Shoulder to shoulder. His cock was still hard against his stomach, wet.
He stayed quiet for a moment. Then said:
"Matt...?"
I looked at him.
"What exactly is rimming?"
I held my gaze on his face. He wasn’t joking.
"You want me to tell you?"
"I want you to show me."
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