Lick It Up

There was a tension between Peyton and Braxton everyone on the floor could see. It was so obvious how Peyton ignored anything Braxton said, walked by without a word of greeting or any kind of acknowledgment. Then there was the way Braxton responded. Some of the guys began to wonder what kind of relationship the two dormmates had if Braxton looked so sad-eyed. He was pensive, always distracted. He even began to suck at video games so bad none of the guys wanted to team with him.

A week passed, then another, only one left in the term, and the situation in room 436 did not change. Peyton stayed gone all the time, studying with classmates or in the library until closing. He ate alone or with someone on the floor, never inviting Braxton, and it was obvious it hurt Braxton’s feelings to be left out.

On Tuesday night, three days left in the term, Peyton came in after midnight, having studied at the library until closing, then walking into town to the diner on Caldwell for a late-night breakfast. The dorm was quiet, even with multiple doors open, spilling the light within into the corridor. Peyton glanced in each open door he passed seeing someone leaned over a textbook, eyes glued to a monitor or a group of two or three talking quietly about some class.  He saw the door to his room closed and was pretty sure it meant Braxton was in bed already.

The room was not dark, but it was dimly lit with only one lamp on. Sitting in the middle of the room was Braxton, who was facing the door. He was naked, cock half hard and he looked up when Peyton entered.

“You finally came back.”

“What are you doing?” Peyton asked in a gruff voice.

“Peyton, can we just…”

“What?”

“Okay Peyton, I’ll do it. Just do me first, okay?”

Peyton saw the apprehension, this desire to get off, and he wondered why Braxton did not just jack off like he had been doing. He stepped closer, only two or three feet away. The light illuminated his front and he saw Braxton look down his body. He undid his jeans and pushed everything down, roughly, as if it were a chore. He unbuttoned his shirt from the bottom up enough to have it spread, revealing his flaccid cock.

“You want something to happen? You want to get off?” asked Peyton and he saw Braxton nod his head. “Then suck my dick.”

It was spoken as calmly as Peyton could manage, for he struggled to control his tone of voice. He watched Braxton, how he looked up questioningly, then sighed loud enough for him to hear. He did not think Braxton would do it, not after what had happened, but he watched him slide forward then off the chair going to his knees. Knee walking closer, Braxton did not stop until his forehead was pressed against Peyton’s stomach.

Peyton kept his hands down, refusing to respond to this initial gesture. He waited for Braxton to do as asked. Hot exhales hit his abdomen, and he felt how Braxton pushed his face against him. Braxton was right next to his cock. He felt a tongue touch his skin, drag over its smooth surface. Hands came up and held each thigh as Braxton moved slowly toward his cock. He watched, aroused by the submission. His cock stirred and thickened before his eyes. Then he watched Braxton rub his cheek on it, then drag his face across it. He grew thicker and longer at the touch. The smooth cheeks and the roughness of the jaw that needed a shave.

“Suck it,” Peyton whispered, an uttered command meant to make it sound okay to obey. Lips touched his cock, moved up the expanding shaft until at the base with nose pressed in pubic hair. A deep inhale, then a hot exhale that made Peyton flex with increased arousal. The lips moved down, touching each inch. Peyton did not know if Braxton was dragging it out or was really trying to touch him all the way from base to head. Finally, after an agonizing long wait, lips touched the head. It was a simple kiss at first, then one more insistent. There was the feel of tongue moving around it, swiping at the slit then trying to bore into it. Peyton shivered with the manipulation, pushing against the lips. At first Braxton resisted, but the next time Peyton pushed forward he watched his cock slip between those lips and sink into Braxton’s mouth.

It was like a drug. A powerful intoxicate. His mind became a fog, the surroundings blurred from existence. His only perception were the sensations on his cock and how Braxton’s mouth felt on it. Hot. Slick. Lips and tongue dragging along the smooth skin. He was rock hard and with fist clinched tight, he struggled to control himself. He felt some primitive desire to work his hips, to drive his cock as deeply into that mouth as he could.

Peyton watched Braxton work his head back and forth. Cock would be visible, wet, glistening in the dim light, then it would be engulfed in that heat. That slickness. He shivered and began to push forward despite himself. The hands on his thighs slowed him but did not stop him altogether. Braxton took it, his push inward and he set up a steady pace. Inward, as far as Braxton could take him, then the tug out, inch after inch slipping back through those lips.

Peyton felt his body respond too quickly. The way his muscles tightened, and his heart raced in his chest. He almost laughed at the absurdity of it; how he was so aroused he was already about to blow. He struggled to control his rhythm, wanting to increase the physical nature of it, but he let Braxton do most of the work. Head thrown back, eyes closed, Peyton came, pumping wad after wad into Braxton’s mouth. He heard Braxton chock and felt cum drip on his leg. He pushed inward and Braxton took it, swallowing hard around his cock.

Then he was spent, pushing Braxton from his sensitive cock.  Braxton looked up, teary eyed and dripping cum from his chin. Peyton wanted him in that moment more than ever before, but he stayed stoic, refused to give in too quickly. But he did want his turn at sucking.

“Get in the chair,” said Peyton, as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Braxton sat back, legs spread, and Peyton moved down on his knees between them. He took the leaking cock and tasted its drool. Holding it by the base, he licked the head trying to get more. Braxton shivered with the manipulation. Then Peyton pushed forward, taking it as deeply as he could, letting it fill his mouth.

Peyton worked his mouth along the thick shaft and felt his own stir with his arousal. It rose up between his thighs and he took it in hand, stroking it as he sucked. He saw Braxton’s white knuckled grip on the arms of the chair, felt the trembling legs, then the push upward with hips. He moved faster, stroked faster, until the sound of it filled the room. Only Braxton’s moans and grunts were louder.

“I’m going…OH, take it,” Braxton cried out.

Peyton held the cock on his tongue as it flexed with each ejaculation, filling his mouth. He swallowed, then swallowed again, taking the thick cum as it was delivered. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Braxton in his mouth, the taste of his cum, and his own imminent release. He moaned around the spent cock then came, spraying cum across the floor underneath the chair.

Sitting on the floor, looking up at Braxton, Peyton saw a change in expression. A smile, ever so slight, but a smile, nonetheless.

“I’m sorry about before,” Braxton whispered. “I didn’t consider how it seemed to you, me wanting something from you, but not…”

“Willing to do it in return?”

“Yeah.”

“It just seemed like you were starting to use me.”

“I didn’t mean it; not like that.”

“Braxton?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gay?”

As soon as the question was asked, Peyton regretted it. He saw the reaction, one by someone not comfortable in his own skin, despite what that skin looked like.

“I…no…maybe bisexual to some degree?”

Braxton was hedging his bets, not committing to anything.

“And you?” Braxton asked.

“The same,” Peyton lied, getting to his feet. “I’m going to clean up and get in bed.”

“Okay. I’ll shower when you come out.”

Peyton knew Braxton wanted to shower with him, but he was not in the mood for anything else, not after their little conversation.

The next two days played out similarly. Braxton wanting a blow job and Peyton making him go first. They did it in the shower the next afternoon, then in Braxton’s bed that night. The last day of class, the whole floor in a festive mood despite finals ready to begin. They went for pizza with some of the guys, came back to the dorm to study, only to end up in Peyton’s bed, Braxton sucking him off, much improved from that first time, then Peyton down between his legs doing him.

It would not be until after finals, the two of them packed up ready to leave for the break, that they would do it again. The anxiety of exams took away the horniness they constantly felt. They studied late into the night and in between exams until Peyton came back to the dorm on the last day just before lunch. He was finally finished. Braxton was already packed when he returned, staring out the window at the cold, gray day.

“You ready to head home?” asked Peyton as he dropped his backpack next to his desk.

“Yep. How long will it take you to finish packing?”

“Not long.”

Braxton turned and moved toward Peyton. He went to his knees, burying his face in the crotch. Peyton felt the hot exhales, the mouth working his expanding cock, and the hands holding tight to each thigh. He watched as Braxton mouthed his crotch, and with head angled up, Braxton pushed his mouth between his thighs and worked his balls. He became to aroused, hating the clothing preventing him from feeling flesh on flesh contact. He undid his jeans as Braxton mouthed his crotch and watched. He spread them open and Braxton moved up, mouthing his cock through the thin briefs. He moaned with the feel of tongue and lips on his cock. Braxton grabbed his jeans by the waist and tugged everything down, capturing his cock when it bounced out free.

 With jeans and briefs hobbling him, Peyton braced himself on Braxton’s shoulders as his cock was being manipulated. He removed his shirt and Braxton ran a hand up his chest. He shivered as the hand rubbed his skin, especially when moving over his nipples. He began to pump his hips, and Braxton let him. His cock slid slickly through wet lips. Braxton tugged on his sac and he moaned with the pain/pleasure of it.

Braxton moved faster on Peyton, and it was too much. Peyton could not hold back, instead he pushed inward and shuddered with release. Braxton swallowed as he filled his mouth. With each ejaculation he jammed his cock into Braxton’s mouth until spent. Stepping back, Peyton watched Braxton stand, jeans and briefs remaining around his ankles. He was hard as rock, cock flexing up and down, and Peyton went to his knees and took it in his mouth. Braxton pumped his hips roughly and Peyton tugged on the sac to slow him, to take some control. He tugged harder and felt Braxton shiver while moaning. Working his mouth back and forth, it did not take long, not with the tugging on the tightening sac, and Braxton grunted then filled his mouth.

Braxton followed Peyton from the building and to the parking lot. Braxton had a duffel back and a rolling suitcase, and Peyton had his backpack and a rolling suitcase. They would have four weeks at home, celebrating the holidays with their families. Spring semester would begin on January the sixth, but they would return a few days before.

“Be careful driving home and have fun,” said Peyton.

“You do the same. See you after the break,” Braxton replied.

Peyton climbed into his Civic and watched Braxton climb into his Tahoe and he wondered if things would be the same when they got back. He had noticed a quietness about Braxton, as if contemplating something, and he wondered if the doubts he knew existed would grow worse.

So, will Braxton return ready to pick up where they left off? Or will he pull back?

Watch for the next chapter of Lick It Up.