He was sitting on my couch, wearing an old T-shirt and knee-length shorts, with a beer in his hand and a look of disappointment on his face. Cody, my straight friend since forever. Over the years, I had known all his girlfriends and all his frustrations. But today he was different. More pissed off. More disappointed.
“Dude, seriously... she loves me, right? But she won't give me a blowjob. She says it's not for her. That it feels weird. Fuck, I'm a man, I have needs.”
I looked at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow. He took a drink, looked down, and continued.
“You know how it is. Kissing, a little hand action, and that's it.”
And I... I need that feeling when someone just takes you in their mouth and melts you.
It was more honest than I expected. And honestly? It turned me on a little. I watched his fingers twirl around the neck of the bottle. My imagination was running wild.
“You know what?” I said suddenly. “I’ll do you so good, you’ll forget her name.”
He looked at me in shock, trying to laugh, but no sound came out.
“Fuck, man, are you serious?”
“Yes,” I replied calmly. “Sit down on the sofa. Naked, preferably. It'll be more enjoyable for me.”
He hesitated only for a moment. Then he put his beer on the table, pulled his T-shirt over his head, his shorts fell to the floor, followed by his boxers. He was completely naked, slightly blushing, with a semi-erect cock and a shy look.
I just smiled and knelt in front of him.
I didn't touch him right away. At first, I just watched him sitting there with his legs slightly apart, his hands resting on the couch, as if he didn't know what was about to happen. And I wanted him to feel the tension. I wanted every second without contact to hurt him inside.
I leaned forward slowly and blew warm air on his semi-hard cock.
I slid my tongue under his glans and slowly ran it around the head until he twitched. He exhaled through his nose, his thigh tensing slightly. I licked deeper and deeper, long, slow strokes from the base to the tip, until I finally took him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck...” he moaned, his voice breaking. “What are you doing...”
I only responded with a sigh, keeping his cock in my mouth, moving rhythmically, sucking him deeper. With one hand, I cupped his balls, heavy and warm, and squeezed them gently, while with the other I stroked his thigh.
“No one's ever treated you like this, have they?” I muttered, looking up at him from below. “She doesn't even know what she's missing.”
His head fell back, his abdominal muscles tensing every few seconds. When I gently sucked one of his balls into my mouth, his hand reflexively landed on my head.
He didn't stop me. He just put it there. As if he was giving up.
“You... you're fucked up, Matt...” he moaned.
“And you're going to beg me not to stop,” I whispered before engulfing him again.
I felt him start to grow even more. He pulsed in my mouth, and I played with him as if he were my favorite dessert. Every movement of my tongue, every suck, every contact with my lips was planned, precise, and deliciously slow.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him even deeper, feeling him tense up. His body was already starting to shake slightly, his abdominal muscles twitching with my every movement. I didn't stop, quite the opposite. Now I wanted to destroy him.
“Hold on, Cody,” I muttered low and throaty. “You're not done yet. I'm not letting you.”
He responded with a moan that turned into a whispered “fuck...” as if he no longer had the strength to speak in full sentences. His hands clenched my hair, but not to push me away. He was pulling me closer. He wanted this. He wanted me. And he felt it damn well.
I worked my tongue, my saliva mixing with his precum, running down my chin, and I didn't care. He was supposed to be wet. He was supposed to be fucked up. He was supposed to know that there were no rules in my mouth.
“Can you feel that?” I whispered, pausing for a moment to look him straight in the eyes.
“It's me. Not her. I'm treating you like this. I'm giving you what you really need.”
I slid two fingers between his thighs and went back to his balls. I massaged them, played with them, sucked one, then the other, hearing him moan softly, “Matt... I can't take it...”
“Not yet,” I said firmly. “You have to hold back. Only when I tell you. Do you understand?”
He just nodded. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes unfocused, his whole body tense to the limit. He was so damn close, and I was playing with him.
I slowed down, only to devour him again a moment later, all the way to the end. I held him tightly by his thighs, dug my mouth into his throat, and he just arched his back and panted quietly.
It was addictive. I could feel his controlled panic, his pleasure, and his total surrender. He was under my control. And he knew it.
Cody tried to say something, but only a muffled “dude... thanks... that was...” came out of his mouth. As if he wanted to thank me and end it, but he didn't have permission yet. And that was fine.
I lifted my head just for a moment, looked him straight in the eyes and said calmly but firmly:
“I haven't tasted your cum yet. Come on.”
Before he could protest, I took him all in my mouth again, deeper than before, holding his thighs tightly so he couldn't move. I sucked him hard, moving my head quickly, rhythmically, pushing him all the way down my throat. I was in complete control. He was all mine.
“Do you want to cum?” I murmured, swirling my tongue around his glans. “Then show me how much. Show me how much you need it.”
Cody couldn't take it anymore. His whole body tensed, his legs spread wider, his head fell back. He groaned deeply, sonorously, as if he were crossing a line he had never touched before.
“Matt... fuck... I'm coming...”
I felt it pulsing in my mouth, and a second later it exploded, hard, hot, intense. I didn't move an inch. I swallowed everything, holding him by his hips until he stopped shaking. I felt every spasm, every drop.
Only then did I slowly pull away, running my tongue over his penis until it twitched with hypersensitivity. He was completely spent. Sweaty, trembling, his pupils dilated.
I smiled slightly, wiped my lips with the back of my hand, and looked at him.
“Well, Cody?” I asked quietly. “Do you still remember her name?”
He didn't answer. He sat there in silence, naked and shaken. I just reached for his beer, took a sip, and leaned back against the couch.
I knew one thing: he wouldn’t go back to her the same.
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