It had been almost three months since that fateful night in the basement. The night Tommo had finally given in to his burning desire and pushed his round, muscular ass back against his best friend’s thick cock. The night he had lost his virginity. Since then, everything had changed. They weren’t best friends anymore. Rhett had made that very clear. What they were now was far less certain. Fuck buddies? Master and slave? From Rhett’s perspective, the answer was simple: Tommo was just a hole.
Still, both boys had settled into their new routine, and truth be told, it kind of worked for them, at least to an extent. As horny teenagers, they were both constantly aching for release. Rhett loved having a warm, willing mouth and tight hole available whenever he wanted it. And for all Tommo might deny it to himself, getting fucked by the biggest, most dominant stud in school gave him a secret, shameful rush unlike anything else.
That Saturday, however, things were going to change dramatically.
The day had started with a wrestling competition rather than regular practice. Teams from across the surrounding counties had packed the school gym. Tommo had performed reasonably well, placing in the top four of his weight class. But Rhett had dominated his category, winning gold with an impressive string of pins and technical falls. He was on cloud nine.
Because he was in such a good mood, Rhett was surprisingly nice all afternoon. For a few hours it almost felt like they were friends again. On the drive home, he had pulled into Baskin Robbins and bought them both ice creams. They sat outside in the warm sun, chatting and laughing like old times. On the final fifteen-minute drive to Rhett’s house, Rhett even rested his big hand on Tommo’s thigh, gently pushing the hem of his shorts up so he could grip the bare skin. Tommo looked down at that hand and felt his heart flutter. In that moment, after the good competition and the ice cream, it almost felt like Rhett was his boyfriend.
Rhett told him his parents were away for the whole weekend again. Being rich, they were almost always on holiday. “Means we can take our time this afternoon,” he said with a toothy grin. “You can really worship me properly, like the winner I am.”
Back at the house, Rhett headed straight inside, grabbed one of his dad’s beers from the fridge, and flopped down on the big living room sofa. Tommo had expected them to go straight down to the basement like usual, but Rhett had other ideas. He patted the cushion next to him. Tommo sat down carefully. Rhett immediately reached out with his thick arm and pulled Tommo against his side. He turned on a baseball game, sipped his beer, and began running his hand affectionately up and down Tommo’s side, tracing slow circles with his fingers that left goosebumps across Tommo’s skin.
After a few minutes, Rhett turned to him. “Why don’t you go and get a shower, babe?” He immediately pulled a face, realising what he had just said, and coughed awkwardly. “You still smell a bit funky from the competition. Want that pussy all clean when I smash it later.”
Tommo’s heart skipped at the casual “babe,” but he simply nodded and headed upstairs to shower. He had spent so many years at Rhett’s house that he didn’t need any guidance.
In the shower, Tommo couldn’t help but smile. Maybe things really were changing. The ice cream, the hand on his thigh, the arm around him, the “babe”… perhaps Rhett was finally starting to develop real feelings for him. Maybe something more could actually come of this.
Freshly showered and clean, Tommo slipped on the jockstrap he had packed that morning. He had started wearing them regularly because Rhett liked the easy access while keeping his pathetic little dick covered and out of sight. He smiled to himself, happy he had thought to bring it. He pulled his gym shorts back on and headed downstairs shirtless.
Rhett was still on the sofa, now with two empty beer bottles in front of him and a fresh one in his hand. He patted the cushion beside him again. When Tommo sat down, Rhett draped his arm around him and began toying with his nipples, tracing his fingers over Tommo’s chest and abs.
“Fuck, you’ve been putting in work at the gym,” Rhett muttered, sounding genuinely impressed. “You’re starting to look like you could almost pass for a stud.”
Tommo felt a warm flush of pride. “You want to shower?” he asked softly.
Rhett’s face twisted with a flash of his usual contempt. “No, fag. Real men can smell like sweat. Pussy boys like you get off on it. But I don’t want to fuck you while you stink like a sweaty pig.”
Tommo nodded quickly. “Sorry. You’re right. I like how you smell anyway… you smell like a champion.”
Rhett smiled, satisfied. “Good boy.”
He took another swig of beer, then looked down at Tommo with lazy confidence. “Why don’t you get on your knees and worship me like the champion I am.”
Tommo slid off the couch without hesitation. He pulled Rhett’s shorts and boxers down his thick thighs, freeing the heavy cock that hung soft between his legs. Kneeling between those powerful thighs, Tommo leaned in and took the warm, musky head into his mouth.
At first Rhett was completely soft. Tommo loved this part. He started slowly, gently sucking on the plump head, swirling his tongue around the sensitive ridge while his lips sealed tightly around it. He took his time, savoring the thick, masculine taste of Rhett’s skin. As he worked, the cock gradually began to swell and thicken in his mouth. Tommo moaned softly around the growing shaft, the vibration making Rhett’s cock twitch.
He bobbed his head deeper, taking more of the heavy length into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue pressed flat against the underside, tracing the thick vein that ran along the bottom of the shaft. Rhett’s cock continued to harden until it was fully erect, stretching Tommo’s lips wide and pushing toward the back of his throat. Tommo relaxed his jaw and took him even deeper, his nose eventually pressing into the dark blond pubes at the base. He held himself there for long moments, throat fluttering around the thick head, eyes watering slightly as he breathed through his nose.
God, he feels so good, Tommo thought, a warm flutter spreading through his chest. He’s actually letting me do this. Not grabbing my head, not forcing it down my throat. He called me babe earlier… maybe he really is starting to feel something.
Rhett let out a low groan of pleasure and rested one hand gently on the back of Tommo’s head, fingers threading through his blond hair. For once he didn’t grab or force. He simply stroked Tommo’s hair almost affectionately while the smaller boy worshipped his cock.
Tommo pulled back slowly until just the swollen head remained between his lips. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive ridge, tasting the salty pre-cum that was now steadily leaking from the slit. He kissed the tip softly, then licked broad stripes up and down the entire length, coating every thick inch with his spit.
“You like that big dick, don’t you?” Rhett murmured, voice low and relaxed, his thumb gently stroking behind Tommo’s ear. “Take your time today, princess. I’m not in a rush.”
Tommo moaned softly around the head, the vibration making Rhett’s cock twitch hard in his mouth. He’s never said that before. He’s actually letting me enjoy it. The thought made Tommo’s heart race with dangerous hope. He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks as he slid back down, taking Rhett deep again in one smooth motion. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the living room as he worked.
He pulled off with a wet pop and looked up at Rhett with glassy eyes. “You taste so good today,” Tommo whispered shyly, his voice a little hoarse. “I love how thick you get in my mouth.”
Rhett gave a lazy smile and took another sip of his beer. “Yeah? Then show me. Worship it properly. Use that pretty mouth like you mean it.”
Encouraged, Tommo dove back in with renewed enthusiasm. He licked and kissed every inch of the heavy shaft, dragging his tongue slowly from the base all the way to the leaking tip before swallowing him down again. He bobbed his head in long, steady strokes, sucking noisily while his tongue never stopped moving. Saliva dripped freely down Rhett’s thick cock and over his heavy balls. Tommo pulled off once more to give them proper attention, sucking one plump ball into his mouth, then the other, rolling them gently with his tongue before licking back up the throbbing shaft and taking him to the root again.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” Rhett groaned, his fingers still gently playing with Tommo’s hair. “You’re actually good at this when I let you set the pace. Keep going, baby. Make your champion feel good.”
Tommo’s stomach flipped at the word “baby.” He doubled his efforts, sucking with wet, hungry sounds, his head moving faster now. Every time he took Rhett deep, his throat would flutter and squeeze around the head. He loved the feeling of that thick cock filling his mouth, the weight of it on his tongue, the musky masculine scent filling his nose. For the first time, it didn’t feel like he was just being used. It felt almost intimate.
He pulled off just enough to speak, lips shiny and swollen. “I love your cock, Rhett,” he breathed, looking up at him. “I love how it feels when it gets so hard for me. Can I keep going slow like this for a bit longer?”
Rhett chuckled softly, the sound surprisingly warm. “Yeah, you can. You’re doing a real good job today. Keep sucking just like that. Nice and deep.”
Tommo smiled around the head before sliding back down, taking every inch until his nose was pressed flush against Rhett’s pubes again. He stayed there longer this time, throat working rhythmically around the thick intrusion, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. This feels different,he thought happily. He’s actually enjoying me. Not just my hole. Maybe all those little things today mean something. Maybe he’s finally seeing me as more than just a hole.
For nearly half an hour Tommo continued worshipping that big cock. He alternated between long, slow bobs, gentle sucking on the head, and lavish tongue baths along the entire shaft and balls. Rhett stayed surprisingly relaxed the whole time, drinking his beer, occasionally glancing at the baseball game, and letting Tommo have full control. His hand never stopped stroking through Tommo’s hair in slow, affectionate motions.
“You’re getting so fucking good at this,” Rhett murmured at one point, voice thick with pleasure. “Look at you… taking care of your champion’s dick so nicely. That’s my good boy.”
Tommo moaned loudly at the praise, the words sending a rush of heat through his body. He sucked harder, wetter, more eagerly, desperate to hear more of that rare softness from Rhett.
When the game finally ended, Rhett sat forward. He slid his hand down Tommo’s bare back and pushed it into the back of his gym shorts.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Wearing that slutty little jockstrap to give me easy access to that hungry pussy, boy? Doing exactly what your champion likes.”
Tommo moaned around the thick cock still filling his mouth. Rhett’s fingers found his hole, already slightly dilated and beginning to leak with nervous anticipation. He teased the twitching rim in slow circles.
“God, I love this pussy,” Rhett muttered. “So glad I carved it out. This tight little cunt belongs to me now.”
He finally guided Tommo off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected Tommo’s swollen lips to the glistening head.
“Fuck, that was good,” Rhett said, breathing heavily. “But I need to eat that cunt right now.”
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