Recap:
Noah’s premature ejaculation struggles had been slowly improving through weeks of intense “training” sessions with his roommate and best friend Tyler; hands-on edging, lube, mutual jerking off, and growing intimacy that blurred every line. After a disastrous hookup with Sarah where he came in her mouth after just twenty seconds (despite lasting longer during her hand-job), Noah confessed everything to Tyler in a raw, teary moment. Instead of judgment, Tyler offered to help him conquer the overwhelming intensity of oral sex… by using his own mouth. The next night, Tyler made good on that promise: slow, sensual, and patient, taking Noah’s cock in his mouth for the first time. Noah fought hard to last but couldn’t hold back, pulling Tyler off just in time to cum across his own stomach. Tyler reassured him it was normal, that the key was learning to relax into the pleasure rather than fight it, and promised they’d keep going until Noah could truly own the sensation.
Yeah, Tyler's sucking me off again tonight. Not weird at all. Your straight best friend helping you last longer by giving you a blowjob. No homo right?
The sarcasm echoed in my head as I stared at the coffee mug in front of me the morning after our first oral session. I had barely slept. My body still hummed from the memory of his mouth on my dick, the way I had pushed him off off just in time, the wet shine on his lips when he looked up and told me to breathe. I came all over myself like always, but it felt different. Closer. Like we were building toward something I couldn't name yet.
Tyler walked in shirtless, sweatpants slung low, looking like he had just rolled out of bed after a perfect night's sleep. He poured himself a cup, leaned against the counter, and glanced at me with that easy grin.
He took a sip, then set the mug down and stepped closer, his hand brushing my shoulder lightly. "You ready for round two tonight?"
My stomach flipped. "Already?"
He shrugged, muscles shifting under his skin. "We gotta build on it while it's fresh. You lasted longer than with Sarah. That's momentum."
I swallowed hard. The whole day dragged after that. At the gym, I spotted him with a client, his back flexing as he demonstrated a lift, and all I could think about was how that same body had been between my legs last night. By afternoon, I was half hard….anticipation twisting in my gut like a live wire.
Dinner was takeout again, some Thai place we liked. We ate on the couch, a game on in the background, but I barely tasted the food. Tyler sat close, knee brushing mine, talking about nothing important…some client who benched his PR, a funny story from the locker room. His laugh filled the room, low and warm, and I caught myself watching his mouth, the way his lips moved. Wondering how they would feel tonight.
Around ten, he stood up, stretched, and nodded toward my room. "Let's do this."
I followed him in, heart pounding. He shut the door, turned to me with that steady gaze.
"Tonight we push a little further," he said, voice low. "Same rules, but we aim for longer. If you get close, tell me…I'll stop. We edge. Then… we try letting go inside."
The words hung heavy, making my cock twitch in my shorts. "Inside?"
He nodded once. "Yeah. You gotta get used to the feeling. Trust me."
I stripped down without him asking, lying back on the bed, legs open. My cock was already rock hard, curving up toward my stomach, the head flushed and leaking. Tyler peeled off his tank top, revealing the lean cut of his chest and abs. He settled between my thighs, hands resting on my hips, thumbs stroking slow circles.
"Relax," he murmured. "Don’t think about it too much. Just enjoy it."
He leaned in, breath warm against my skin. Instead of diving right in, he spat once…deliberate, a thick string of saliva landing right on the head of my cock. It dripped down the shaft, cool at first, then warm as he wrapped his hand around me and spread it slowly, coating every inch. "Gotta make it wet," he said, voice rough. "So your dick remembers the feeling. Gets used to the slickness, the heat. Like training it to handle more."
I shivered, hips shifting up into his grip. He drooled again, letting it pool at the base before stroking up, the slide obscene and perfect, making my cock shine under the low light.
Then his mouth followed. He started with the tip, lips parting slow, tongue flicking out to taste the mix of spit and precum. I moaned softly, body tensing. He took every inch of my cock in his mouth, lips stretching around me, tongue pressing flat along the underside. The heat was immediate, overwhelming, wetter than last night.
He bobbed slow at first, up and down, taking my cock deeper each time. His hand worked the base in rhythm, twisting gently. The suction built gradually, pulling pleasure from deep inside me. I gripped the sheets, breathing hard, trying to focus on anything but how good it felt.
"Fuck… Tyler…"
He hummed, vibration buzzing through me, then slid deeper. His throat relaxed, taking me all the way in…a full deepthroat, nose brushing my skin. The tightness made my vision blur. I couldn't hold it. The pressure spiked, balls drawing up tight.
"Close… fuck, close…"
I started to close my eyes, words tumbling out. But before I could finish, he pulled back up slow, lips dragging along every inch until just the head rested on his tongue. He held there, waiting, eyes locked on mine as my cock throbbed in the air, calming down inch by inch.
Then he laughed softly, the sound muffled around my tip. He licked once…slow, teasing, flat of his tongue dragging up the underside while I was still trying not to cum.
"Tyler… stop… I'll cum…"
I pulled back a little, hips shifting away. He let me, popping off with a grin, saliva connecting his lips to my cock for a second before breaking.
"C'mon," he said, laughing low. "You think Ava or Sarah would want to stop sucking you? They'd keep going, make you fight for it."
He pulled back fully, giving me space to breathe. My chest heaved, cock twitching in the cool air, the edge fading slowly. He waited patiently, hand stroking my thigh lightly.
After a couple of seconds, he leaned in again. Started over. Licking the shaft slow, coating it fresh with spit, drooling down the sides until it dripped onto my balls. Then mouth around the head, sucking gentle, building back up.
We must have done it four or five times. Each round longer than the last. He edged me with his mouth relentlessly…deep sucks, slow bobs, deepthroating that made my toes curl. Spit everywhere, making everything wet and messy. His hand joined sometimes, stroking the base while his mouth worked the top, twisting in perfect sync. I moaned his name over and over, body shaking, fighting the wave each time he pulled me back from the brink.
“Fuck fuckk”
On the fifth edge, he went deep again, throat tight around me, humming low. The pleasure crashed hard, unstoppable.
"Tyler… close… gonna…"
He didn't pull back. His eyes flicked up, steady, telling me to let go. His lips sealed tighter, sucking harder, tongue pressing firm.
I broke.
Cum pulsed out of me in thick, hot waves, straight into his mouth. First time ever. Rope after rope, filling him, my hips bucking as he swallowed around me, throat working to take every drop. He didn't flinch, didn't spill a bit…just milked me with gentle suction, tongue swirling to coax out the last shudders. My body shook, overwhelmed, pleasure ripping through me in endless pulses until I collapsed back against the pillows, spent and trembling.
I stared down at him, shocked. "Ah shit… sorry, I…"
Tyler pulled off slow, lips sliding along my softening cock. He swallowed once more, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and grinned up at me.
"You deserved swallowing today," he said, voice rough. "Look at the fucking clock. I edged you for five, six minutes straight, man. That's progress."
I glanced at the nightstand clock, blurry through the haze. He was right. Longer than ever.
"Wtf… are you serious?"
"Yeah," he said, sitting up. "So, yeah. You let go this time. In no time you'll be able to last without me stopping at all. Full blowjob, no edges, no pulling back. You'll own it."
I pulled up my pants slowly, sitting up, head spinning. "I can't fucking believe it."
He laughed, clapping my shoulder. "Believe it, bro. You're getting there."
He grabbed the towel, wiped me down one last time, then stood, tugging on his shorts. At the door, he paused, looked back with that soft smile.
"Tomorrow?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
The door clicked shut.
I lay back, breathing still uneven, body loose but mind racing. Tyler wanted to keep going. He swallowed my cum like it was nothing, like it was part of the plan. Part of helping me. But it felt like more. The way he looked up at me, eyes dark and lost in it. The spit, the deepthroats, the laughs between edges. This had turned into something totally different. Something I couldn't pretend was just training anymore.
I wasn't sure if I even needed a girl to test my new control on. Sarah, Ava….who cared? Tyler might just be enough. This hunk of a supposed straight man, with his broad shoulders and easy grin, sucking my dick behind closed doors. The guy who had been my best friend since freshman year, who knew every insecurity I had and still showed up every night. Who swallowed my cum for me. Who made me feel unbreakable.
I closed my eyes, the afterglow settling deep in my chest. We'd do it again. And I was already hard once again thinking about Tyler’s mouth on my cock.
Yeah, I’m fucked.
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