Lick It Up

There was three weeks left in the semester for regular classes, to be followed by exams. The campus was a hive of activity, students rushing from class to class, heading to the library to do last minute research or find a quiet corner to study, or taking a break going to the student union or into town to one of the sports bars or coffee shops to hang out with friends.

Peyton sat his desk, Braxton across the room at his own, while they worked on assignments. It surprised them how they settled into this routine, diligently doing assignments, Braxton to keep his grades up to stay on the swim team, and Peyton just to feel the satisfaction of doing well. They still hung out with the guys on the floor, went to concerts or live band venues or just to a movie. And within the privacy of their room, they jacked each other off, with Braxton watching Peyton lick cum from his body until it was cleaned up.

Peyton knew it was one-sided, the way Braxton used him. He liked doing it, more than he would ever admit to Braxton, but he wished their playing with each other was more mutual. That Braxton would take the next step. He was ready to do so, but not until Braxton showed a willingness to do it too. There had been hints when they ended up with the other’s cock in hand. Subtle, insinuating hints by Braxton, that tried to get Peyton to suck him off instead of jacking him off. A hand on his neck, pushing forward slightly. A suggestion that a hand job was not as good as it could be. The comment tossed out about how a mouth would feel better.

But for Peyton, he did not want to be Braxton’s boy. He wanted to feel like Braxton was as willing as he, showing there was more to their private sessions than merely getting off. The temptation was there to give in, to just do it, but something always held him back.

“Hey, do you understand this formula?” Braxton asked.

Peyton turned to see Braxton was serious, holding up a chemistry book, pointing at some formula that was too far away for him to read. He crossed the room and took the book, reading the section that described its aspects.

“Do you understand this part?” Peyton asked, pointing to the first section.

“Yes, that I understand.”

“What about this?”

“No, not really.”

Peyton pushed the book in front of Braxton and went over the formula, going back and explaining every aspect. He flipped to the example questions and went through the three related to it, explaining how to solve them. He did not see Braxton shift in his chair, or the hand that reached out. But he felt its touch on his leg and he stopped talking, looking over to Braxton.

“My brain is mush. Why don’t we take a break?” asked Braxton.

Peyton knew what he wanted, something they had not done in two days. The day before he had been in the library late after a long study session with some classmates, and Braxton had spent the evening with some friends from high school who were passing through. The hand moved up and down his thigh along the back side and he imagined it touching his ass, fingers digging down between his cheeks. He imagined a finger penetrating him while the other hand fondled his cock.

“Okay,” Peyton replied, stepping back to let Braxton stand. They watched each other remove their clothes. After weeks, they never tired of watching the other undress. The reveal of flesh, first the chest and stomach, then the whole upper body. Finally, pleasingly, the lower body revealing the state of their arousal.

“Let’s do it in the shower,” Braxton suggested, taking Peyton by the hand.

Peyton let Braxton lead him to the small bathroom, excited by the change. They normally jacked each other off in their room and showered together to clean up afterward. There was a worry one of the guys in the other dorm room would need to use the bathroom and make them rush out.

They soaped each other up, running hands over places not touched before. The back down to round asses, and more daringly, letting fingers slip between cheeks. Peyton could not stop himself from moaning when he felt those fingers rake along his ass, touching him there. He wanted Braxton to keep it up, to work those slick fingers over his tight opening, imagining the eventual penetration he so desired. But when he ran his own fingers down between Braxton’s ass cheeks, he felt him flinch, then the fingers slip from his ass. He knew he had crossed a line, but Braxton did not let him dwell on it, for a soapy hand took his growing erection and soon had him rock hard.

With the shower head pointed straight down, they leaned against the back wall, stroking the other’s cock. The heat building up made them feel good, loosened up within their own skin. They moaned and pushed outward with their hips, thrusting cocks through tight fists. Braxton moved around and faced Peyton, their eyes locking on each other. Braxton leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together.

“Peyton…please,” Braxton pleaded.

Braxton’s other hand came to Peyton’s shoulder and gently pushed down, just enough for him to feel.

“Please…do it for me,” Braxton pleaded again.

The push down was more insistent, and Peyton wanted to do it. In the worst way, he wanted to do it, but he felt like this would change things between them, make their play no longer mutual, instead he would become submissive to Braxton. Then he wondered if that would be such a bad thing.

Peyton looked into those vivid blue eyes then felt himself slide down the wall until he was stooped down and leaning against it. Cock was in his face, so close he saw the slit gap open letting a bead of clear liquid pool in it before dripping away. Braxton pushed forward, pushing it against his face, rubbing it across his lips, then pushing against them.

“Come on, Peyton, take me…please.”

The cock pressed to Peyton’s lips, and he parted them allowing it slip into his mouth. He took Braxton, let the cock slide over his tongue and push to the back of his throat. When Braxton pulled back, slowly, he sensed every inch that slipped through his lips. The head lay heavily on his tongue, and it triggered his desires, and he began to move on it.

“Oh FUCK,” exclaimed Braxton.

Peyton heard the tone, this yielding from Braxton. There was something to it, a control of Braxton he had not considered. He worked his mouth on Braxton’s cock, taking as much of it as he could, sliding his lips back and forth around the thick shaft and using his tongue for further stimulation, especially the head. Hands rested on his shoulders, then fingers dug into them as he pumped his mouth back and forth.

Reaching down, Peyton took himself in hand, stroked in rhythm to his sucking. Slow at first, a steady rhythm that pushed Braxton and he to the edge. He felt Braxton begin to work his hips, and he sped up, working his head, and his hand, faster. Suddenly, his mouth flooded with cum as Braxton’s cock flexed with each ejaculation. He choked, then swallowed over and over. Cum still filled his mouth when he shuddered with his own release, spurting cum across the bottom of the shower as Braxton finally stopped filling his mouth.

When Peyton stood, he wanted to kiss Braxton, to increase this intimacy between them. He had taken him in his mouth, and now he wanted to feel their lips pressed together. But he knew it was a foolish to think Braxton would feel the same.

“Thanks,” Braxton whispered, picking up the soap, “turn around and I’ll do your back.”

Peyton knew the gesture was meant to show Braxton cared for him in some way, but it was inadequate when he wanted so much more. But he liked the feel of Braxton’s hands on his shoulders and down his back. The daring of the rub down between his ass cheeks, and when he turned around, the rub of two hands over his chest, each nipple responding to the touch, then one hand over his stomach, down until it soaped up his cock and balls. He felt his cock respond to the touch and wonders if he pushed down on Braxton’s shoulders would it be enough to get him to suck his cock.

“You’re hard again,” whispered Braxton and they giggled like schoolboys.

“Get me off again,” Peyton uttered as he pumped his hips, thrust cock through the soapy hand.

“Nasty bastard,” Braxton replied, as he increased his pace, stroked faster and faster.

Peyton pushed against the wall with the right hand and rested the left on Braxton’s shoulder. He pushed down slightly and felt Braxton push upward. He did not try it again, afraid Braxton would stop, and he could not endure the thought of being left hanging. Braxton turned, buried his face in the crook of Peyton’s neck and shoulder.

“Come on, Peyton, let me see you shoot it.”

Peyton shuddered, as if the command was the final trigger. He came hard, thrusting his cock through the tight fist with every ejaculation until finally spent.

They were at their desks, heads bowed to a textbook or a composition book full of notes and formulas. Dressed only in boxers, for to put on more clothes seemed frivolous. It was late when they finally stopped for dinner, slipping on sweatpants and sweatshirts then walking down to the cafeteria. Back in the dorm, they hung out with Joel and Garcia, watching a sci-fi flick from the 1980’s while making fun of its poor special effects. Around midnight, the guys headed to their own rooms. Braxton led the way, going into their room first. He did not turn on the overhead light, instead left the room dimly lit by a lone desk lamp. He moved to Peyton’s bed and started to strip. Peyton knew it would happen by the way Braxton had been shifting around on the floor while watching the movie, constantly tugging on his cock. He moved next to him and followed suit, not saying anything. They climbed on his bed, side by side and began to toy with their own cocks first, then after partially aroused, they took the other’s cock and stroked.

Peyton wondered if Braxton would expect him to suck, or simply lick it up afterward. He worried he was going too far, and Braxton needed to do something to even the score as it were. He did not like the feeling of being used.

Cocks filled out, grew rock hard and flexed in the hands stroking them. Moans and grunts broke the silence, then hands were moving slickly on wet cocks. Braxton had been so aroused all night; he didn’t last long. Far too soon for Peyton, Braxton came, spraying cum up his stomach and chest, then he fell back, breathing hard, as he kept his left hand moving, up and down Peyton’s cock. Peyton looked at the cum pooling on Braxton’s torso, smelled its unique scent and he wanted to do it, lean over lick it up. But he wanted more than anything for Braxton to do him. He wanted more than the hand on his cock.

“Braxton…suck me…please…” Peyton uttered breathlessly.

Braxton increased his speed, stroked Peyton faster making him push up with his hips.

“Braxton?”

“I can’t,” Braxton whispered.

The reply did it, killed Peyton’s aroused state, and he pushed Braxton’s hand off, climbed over him roughly, his cock dragging through the cum, and walked with defiance to the bathroom.

“Be in your own bed when I come out,” Peyton barked just before he closed the door.

What will it take for Braxton to get back into Peyton’s good graces? Does he need to suck Peyton’s cock? Watch for the next chapter of Lick It Up to find out.