“It’ll probably be like this for the rest of the day, Jay." My manager Tom said, nodding towards the empty dining room of our restaurant.
“You sure you don’t want me to stay and clean or anything?” I asked, knowing full well I didn’t want to do that. I figured I'd ask anyways just to be nice. Thankfully, Tom just shook his head.
“You’re good, just go ahead and clock out. Hopefully we get some more business tomorrow.”
I nodded, taking off my apron and throwing it into the hamper in the backroom, before moving to the register to clock out. I had been at work for about 3 hours and we had only gotten four or five customers in that time, so I was being sent home. I was pretty happy. Despite begging for as many hours as possible, the minute Tom asks if I want to go home early, I always jump at the opportunity.
Today it was just me, Tom, and my coworkers Lillian and Archer. I said my goodbyes to the three of them before walking out the door. I made sure to put my headphones on and queue up some of my favorite songs before starting the walk home. My job was thankfully only a 15-minute walk away from my house, and I liked to get my steps in. I briefly entertained the idea of texting Adrian and letting him know I’d be home early, but ultimately decided against it. He usually doesn't bring company over and tends to just hang out in the living room on his days off, so I didn’t think it’d be a big deal.
Adrian and I had only been living together for about four months. He was a friend of a friend of a friend—I refused to live with a complete stranger, and I of course didn’t know as much about him as I could’ve but I needed a roommate and he needed a place to stay, so it worked out well enough. I didn’t have any problems with the guy; he was pretty friendly, tried to invite me to hang with him and his friends a couple of times, and he ordered pizza for us occasionally. I had the opposite of a problem with him, if anything.
Adrian was gorgeous, one of those people that piss you off with how attractive they are. At 25 he was three years older than me. Also bigger, taller. He was your not-so-typical gym bro; large muscles, thick thighs, very hairy. He was also 6’4” which was something I didn’t think I’d ever get used to. At 5’6” myself, I usually opted to not make eye contact with him at all, as the alternative was having to look up at him when we spoke and that didn't help the fantasies I was having about him. He was a little bit intimidating. I knew he wasn’t a threat, and he had proven many times that he was, in fact, a cool guy, but I couldn’t help but feel that him being kind to me was some sort of facade. I was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to realize how much of a loser I was and stop trying to get closer to me. Maybe even move out, or force me to move out. So far though, it hadn’t happened.
I enjoyed the walk back home, a pep in my step knowing that I had the rest of the day to myself. Of course, it wouldn’t be spent productively. I figured I’d just get high and binge some YouTube until it was time for me to go back to work the next day. But either way I was happy, and as a result more willing to talk to Adrian than usual. Eventually I made it home, smiling to myself as I unlocked the door. Walking in, I noticed the back of Adrian’s head from my view behind the couch. The television wasn’t on, but I figured maybe Adrian was watching something on his phone, or taking a quick nap in the living room. I turned the volume down on my music and took off my headphones, letting them hang around my neck.
“Hey,” I said, walking further into the room. “Boss sent me home early-”
I stopped in my tracks, taken aback as I registered the scene unfolding in front of me. Adrian was sat on the couch, his shorts pulled down to his ankles, hand stroking his fat cock as he watched a video on his phone. He seemed to be…pretty immersed in whatever he was watching, but upon hearing my voice Adrian looked up, caught off guard.
“Oh, shit,” Adrian said, looking up at me. Interestingly, he made no move to pull up his shorts.
I turned away instinctively, taking a step back. “Sorry, sorry, should’ve given a heads up that I’d be home sooner.”
“No man, that’s on me. Probably shouldn’t be doing this in the living room,” Adrian laughed, and I laughed along with him, unsure what else to do.
“You said you got sent home early? Everything okay?” Adrian asked, a tinge of concern in his voice. I was thrown off by his casualness, asking me about work like he wasn’t currently sitting on our living room sofa with his entire dick out.
“Oh, uh, yeah, we were really slow and went over hours so I got to leave.”
“I guess you’re free for the rest of the day then.” Adrian observed. I nodded, trying and failing not to look at Adrian’s cock. He was still very hard.
“You wanna join me then?”
Convinced I had misheard, I asked Adrian to repeat himself. Without missing a beat, he asked again if I wanted to join him. In jerking off. I briefly panicked, wondering if this was some sort of trap. Maybe he had seen me looking at his dick and figured out I had a bit of a thing for him, but in my defense, pretty difficult not to look at someone when they’re naked from the waist down in your living room. I was still struggling to keep my eyes off of him; I had fantasized about what Adrian would look like naked many times, and he somehow managed to exceed my expectations.
“Isn’t that…a little weird?” I asked, trying to play it cool. It would probably be strange if I immediately agreed, despite Adrian being the one to initiate whatever the fuck was going on here.
“I don’t think so. We’re both guys, right? Just some friends letting off steam.”
A part of me wanted to laugh at his choice of words; Adrian and I weren’t necessarily friends. We were definitely friendly and hung out with each other here and there, but we weren’t the closest. I didn’t know that much about the guy and he knew even less about me, which was intentional on my part. That being said, Adrian had been trying to get even closer to me lately. Maybe this was just another attempt at doing so? Strange way to get close to your roommate, but I digress.
I hesitated, searching his face for any signs of deceit or amusement in case he was fucking with me. He met my gaze head on with a neutral expression. As I allowed my eyes to go a little lower, I noticed his erection hadn't flagged during our entire conversation—he was still very hard. I didn’t know what his game plan was here, but ultimately I felt he was being genuine. I weighed my options. Between getting sent home early from work and being propositioned by my straight(?) roommate, this is not how I expected my day to go, but I wasn’t necessarily complaining. There were several factors I should’ve considered before making my decision, like making things awkward around the house after jerking off with the man I live with. But selfishly, all I could think about was that today could be my only opportunity to see Adrian like this. I wanted to see what turned him on, what made him tick, what it looked like when he came. I thought of that and nothing else when I finally agreed to get off with him.
Adrian grinned, scooting over so I could join him on the couch. I sat down next to him and nervously wiping my hands on my pants. I didn’t know if there was some sort of etiquette for this—admittedly, none of my male friends had ever suggested we jerk off together. I decided not to look too much for now and opted not to make direct eye contact, instead giving him sideways glances from my peripheral as he spoke.
“What type of porn do you usually watch, Jay?” Adrian asked, turning to look at me. I panicked again, not wanting to tell him that I exclusively watched gay porn. Clearly, Adrian was comfortable enough with his sexuality to not care about being naked or jerking off in front of other guys. But he probably felt comfortable doing so under the assumption that I was also straight, so disclosing my sexuality right now seemed pretty dangerous.
“Uh, I’ll watch whatever,” I lied. “Don’t really have a preference.”
Adrian nodded. “Cool, let me pull up one of my favorites.”
I watched as Adrian scrolled for a bit, presumably looking through his bookmarked tabs, before he seemed to find what he was looking for. It took every ounce of willpower for me not to look down at his crotch again in the meantime. I could hear an ad playing from the site moments after Adrian clicked on the video. I held my breath as he shuffled closer towards me, trying to give both of us a good view of the screen.
Finally, the video started. Immediately I could see there was…some sort of plot, if the man holding a pizza box and wearing a Domino’s uniform was any indication. Whoever uploaded the video had cut the intro out, so the clip opened with the delivery guy asking how the customer would like to pay. The customer in question was a blonde woman with huge tits. Her breasts spilled out of a skimpy top that clearly didn’t fit her as she sat on a couch, staring up at the pizza guy with a cheeky smile.
“Well, I don’t have any money,” the woman began, “but I think we could work something out.”
The pizza guy raised an eyebrow, before setting the pizza box down on the coffee table in front of them. The blonde dropped to her knees, pointedly staring at his crotch before unzipping his fly. Next, she pulled down his jeans. The woman began rubbing at the large bulge in his boxers, and the camera zoomed in to catch her expression as she finally pulled his cock out. She made an exaggeratedly shocked face as she held him in her hand. It was a pretty big dick, but I was more preoccupied on the one right next to me.
“Shit never gets old man, it’s so hot,” Adrian commented. He ignored his cock, starting to rub his thigh back and forth instead.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I tried to keep my eyes on the porn, I really did, but my eyes kept wandering to Adrian’s cock. I already knew he was big with the glimpses I had caught before, but now that his hand wasn’t gripping his dick it somehow looked even larger. His cock was huge, thick and uncut. Rather than standing straight up, his pole hung heavy over a pair of big, hairy balls. My mouth started to salivate, and I forced myself to avert my eyes once more.
Despite being extremely hard, I still hadn’t taken off my pants. I think I’m an okay looking guy, but I was nowhere near as fit as Adrian. My body was a little softer than his; I had been trying to lose some weight lately, but work took up most of my time and I was never able to make it to the gym, despite Adrian’s many attempts to take me with him when he went. Truthfully, I was feeling even more intimidated by Adrian in this moment. The guy was huge, in every sense of the word. The sight of his dick filled me with both arousal and envy—I had an average-sized cock, about 5 inches hard, but his made mine look like a micropenis by comparison. It had to be at least 8 inches long, if not more, and it was super thick.
I was content to just continue sneaking a peek at Adrian every now and then with my pants staying on, but Adrian wasn’t having it. He turned, nodding his head towards where I was visibly tenting my jeans.
“It’s chill, man.” Adrian reassured me, before abruptly placing his hand on top of my bulge.
I flinched, caught off guard, but Adrian was unfazed, slowly fondling me through my pants. “You seem real pent up,” he commented.
I nodded in confirmation. I’d been too busy to jerk off lately. It had been at least a week or two since the last time I could get some relief, and the difference in my mood was palpable.
“It’s okay, go ahead,” Adrian encouraged me, removing his hand from my crotch.
For some reason, I really didn’t want to let Adrian down. He was a chill guy as well as a gorgeous one. The thought of being naked in front of him made me nervous. Well, he made me nervous in general. Somehow though, I was confident that he wouldn't make fun of me for what I was packing. I took a deep breath before my hands moved to my crotch, unzipping my jeans and pulling them down. I pulled my hard cock out of the front hole of my boxers. I got pretty wet when I was horny, so the front of my boxers were soaked.
“Shit bro, you’re leaking.” Adrian said. His tone was less mean and more fascinated, but it still made me blush.
I held myself in my hand, giving myself slow, tentative strokes. In my peripheral, I could see Adrian doing the same, although a lot faster. As the video progressed he got more and more into it, grunting and bucking his hips into the air almost absentmindedly. He was much louder than me. The sounds he made were addicting—he alternated between letting out little sighs and groans and cursing as he got closer to his climax.
“Fuuuck,” Adrian moaned as the two actors started fucking on the couch.
The camera zoomed in on the blonde's fat ass, the angle steady as she bounced up and down on the pizza guy's cock. Exaggerated moans filled the room, making me blush. The sound of skin slapping together was wildly erotic, and I struggled not to come right then and there.
For a few minutes, Adrian and I jerked off in silence. The video he put on wasn’t terrible despite my lack of interest in straight porn, but I wasn’t as into it as Adrian was, so I alternated between keeping my eyes closed as I stroked myself and looking over to see Adrian pumping his cock. It was mesmerizing to watch him jerk off, and even better to watch his facial expressions as he worked himself over. He seemed to get really into touching himself, switching between stroking his thick cock, to fondling and tugging on his balls, to pulling up his tank top and rubbing his fat, puffy nipples. Although he was the one to suggest we get off together, it almost felt wrong to be watching him like this. I briefly wondered how long he had been touching himself before I walked through the door.
The glances I had been giving to Adrian’s cock up until now were quick, rushed. I didn’t want him to see me staring at his piece for too long, but soon I struggled to restrain myself, and I only realized I had been longingly staring at his dick for several moments when Adrian’s hand fell from his crotch. I tried looking away, but I could feel Adrian staring at me. I turned my head towards him a bit but refused to meet his eyes, worried about what I’d find there. A few moments passed in silence before he finally spoke.
“Hey man, you wanna help me out?” Adrian asked, and I could see him gesturing towards his cock.
What?
“You seem to be doing just fine,” I chuckled nervously as my brain short-circuited. What the fuck was going on? Adrian huffed a laugh in response, but when I finally looked at him I could tell he was being serious and wanted an answer.
“Uh, I don’t know man, I’ve never done that before.” I admitted.
“It’s okay,” Adrian reassured. “Just touch me like you’ve been touching yourself.”
“Oh…alright.” I agreed quietly, surprised at how quickly my resistance crumbled.
I quickly tucked myself back into my boxers, before looking up to see that Adrian had spread his legs for me. For a few seconds I was frozen. Was he being serious? Would he beat my ass the minute I tried laying a finger on him? I had many questions, all unanswered, but Adrian was playing it cool, so I followed suit.
I leaned forward, grabbing the base of his cock. I had never touched someone like this before, and was shocked that Adrian gave me permission to do so. I was positive that I wouldn’t get a chance to see Adrian like this again. I didn’t know if he’d even talk to me again after this, despite him being the one to initiate everything. I was still baffled we had even been jerking off together in the first place, and now he was giving me the go ahead to get him off? I was confused, suspicious even, but above all else I was in heaven.
His cock was warm and heavy in my hand, with thick drops of precum steadily leaking out of his tip and down his shaft. It was a little too thick; my full hand struggled to wrap around it. At first my movements were awkward, as I was still getting used to touching someone in this capacity. But eventually, I took Adrian’s advice and tried stroking him the way I liked. In the short time I had watched Adrian jack off, he seemed impatient—his strokes were quick and vigorous, almost violent, like he couldn’t wait for his orgasm. I liked to go a little slower. Since I didn’t get a ton of free time to jerk off, I always enjoyed taking my time and savoring my pleasure. I was unhurried in how I touched him, which I sensed wasn’t what he was used to.
After a few moments of stroking, Adrian sighed as my fingers moved towards his balls. I rolled his swollen sac around in my hand for a few seconds, wishing I could get my mouth on him. I held back a whimper at the thought of servicing him, sucking his huge balls into my mouth and worshiping him the way I wanted to. That wasn't what we had discussed, though, so I moved on, starting to pump his cock once more.
Adrian paused the video, quickly placing his phone on the table near our couch before leaning back and allowing me to continue. He wasn't being quiet at the moment, satisfied sighs and groans occasionally escaping his mouth, but I noticed he was a lot more vocal when he was jacking off to the porn, and I wanted to hear more of that. I briefly wondered if I was under-performing. Admittedly, I was a bit anxious now that all of his attention was on me.
I opted not to look at Adrian’s face while I jerked him off, instead keeping my eyes focused on the thick cock that I held in my hand. I continued stroking, silently cataloging all the small noises he made and when he'd make them. At some point I started to zone out, transfixed by the visual of my hands moving up and down his girthy shaft, so I was caught off guard when I heard Adrian’s voice once more.
“Why don’t you put your mouth on it?”
I paused, loosening my grip on his cock as I turned towards him. Still too scared to make eye contact, my eyes landed on his upper torso instead. “Sorry?”
“Can you suck me off, bro? Handjobs rock but blowjobs are even better, you know?”
I was stunned, convinced that I still hadn’t heard him right. “Uh, I-I don’t…” I started, staring back at his hard cock as it twitched in my hand. Honestly, I didn’t even know where I was going with that sentence. I was extremely flustered by his request. Images of him standing over me, watching me suck his cock flashed in my mind, and I noticed how uncomfortably hard I was. I regretted putting my dick away; if I tried touching myself now, it would be obvious why.
“It’s chill, man. If you don’t want to, that’s cool too. But I’m really craving a mouth on my cock right now.”
“I’ve just, um…I’ve never done it before, I don’t think…” I tried to reason, echoing my words from earlier. Adrian looked undeterred, cutting me off.
“You’ve never jerked another guy off either and turns out you’re real fuckin’ good at that, so,” Adrian countered. “Why don’t you give it a try? Again, no pressure, but—” his cock lurched, more drops of precum oozing out of his piss slit, “—I’d really appreciate it.”
I blushed at his statement, both the bluntness of it and his acknowledgment that he enjoyed me jerking him off.
“Um…okay.” I agreed. I noted, again, how quickly I was willing to oblige. I felt almost sick with the need to please him, but I couldn't help it. He was so pretty, so nice, and he just needed me to help him out, so that's what I'd do.
Adrian smiled, licking his lips as he spread his legs more and gestured towards the floor. I stood from the couch and crouched onto the floor, in the space between his legs. Up close, his monster of a cock looked even bigger, and I struggled to stop myself from drooling. I felt so inferior to him in that moment, and it made me leak even more in my boxers.
I didn’t subscribe to all that alpha male bullshit, but if I did, Adrian was the epitome of one. So buff and strong, yet he always surprised me with his gentle, easygoing demeanor. He almost seemed oblivious to how huge he was, which turned me on even more. I wanted to make Adrian feel good. I needed to make him feel good, to show him I was competent and capable, especially when it came to giving pleasure. I had never been with another guy before, and was a total novice when it came to anything sex-related, but I didn’t want him to know that.
I didn't try to deceive myself; I knew Adrian didn't want me. This wasn't some epic friends to lovers story. We would get off, maybe crack a joke or two about it, and then never mention this again. I wasn't naive enough to think this could lead to anything real. Still, I thought about it. Maybe he'd come back for more, requesting that I "help him out" when he wants to let off steam. If I did a good enough job.
I bit my lip, wondering where to start. I started to spiral a bit in my head, already imagining scenarios where I’d fail miserably at sucking dick and Adrian would kick me out, or never talk to me again, or—
I felt a big, warm hand on my shoulder that shook me out of my thoughts, and I looked up at Adrian’s face. He looked amused, but also a bit concerned. “It’s not life or death, man,” he chuckled slightly. “Don’t worry. I know you’ll do great.”
I could feel my face heat up again, embarrassed at how eager I was to receive his validation. “I, uh, don’t know about that.”
“Why don’t you try copying what you saw in the video?”
For a moment, I was confused. What video? I thought, before remembering the porn we had been watching before. If anything, that made me even more anxious. The woman in the video seemed to be an expert at deepthroating cock, taking what looked to be at least 10 inches of dick in her mouth with ease. I already knew my gag reflex wasn’t the same at all. But what I could replicate from the video was the enthusiasm. That actress sucked dick like she would die if she didn’t, and despite my inexperience, cocksucking was something I had fantasized about many, many times. Especially sucking Adrian’s cock. Even if I was terrible at giving blowjobs, I hoped my eagerness would make up for it.
“Okay,” I said quietly, nodding. I scooted a bit closer to Adrian, my head leaning towards his groin.
I barely held back a moan as I tried sniffing him as discreetly as possible.
I’ve caught a whiff of Adrian before after he’s gotten back from the gym, but the smell was so much more intense without any barriers. He wasn’t dirty by any means, but he smelled musky, and I loved it. I got even closer, my nose bumping up against his ballsac as I inhaled a little deeper than before. Fuck, I was in heaven. It felt like I was about to come just from sniffing his cock, and I would’ve loved to do that for however many more minutes but Adrian wanted a blowjob. I raised my head a bit, before gripping the base of Adrian’s cock and bringing the tip closer to my mouth. I opened wide, anticipating the taste of his fat rod with great excitement.
As his dick finally filled my mouth and hit the back of my throat, I was met with bliss I had never known before. I felt an odd combination of discomfort and relief. My mouth was completely full of cock, no room for anything else. Nothing else but Adrian, just like it should be.
Adrian let out a sigh and seemed to unconsciously thrust forward a bit, bringing his horse cock even further down my throat and making me gag a bit. I panicked, moving away and letting his dick fall out of my mouth. His hard shaft was drenched in my spit, and I watched as it bobbed in the air, ready to be serviced some more.
Adrian grabbed my shoulder once more, this time rubbing his hand back and forth to soothe me.
“S’okay,” he reassured me. “You’re doing great. Just be careful, okay?”
This time, I couldn’t hold back my moan. I nodded, quickly moving towards his cock again in an effort to hide the sound that had just spilled out of my mouth. I grabbed the base of his dick once more, relaxing my throat before swallowing half of his cock in one go. Adrian groaned in surprise, relaxing into the couch. “Fuuck, fuck yeah.”
I tried, a bit too enthusiastically, to get him further into my mouth. Gagging again, I took a deep breath before diving back in, starting to bob up and down on his cock.
Sucking dick with no hands was unsurprisingly kind of difficult. There was a lot of starting and stopping at first, but eventually I found a rhythm that I thought was working. To my delight, Adrian became more and more vocal. Sighs turned into grunts, then quiet curses, before he started speaking.
“Fuck yeah, suck that cock!” He yelled, scooting closer to the edge of the couch. He placed a gentle hand on the back of my head, guiding me further down his shaft. I swallowed around his cock as he held me in place for a bit, before letting me up for air. I took a few deep breaths before feeling his hand on my head again, pushing me down for more. Tears started forming in my eyes the longer he held me down on his cock, but I was far from upset. I was getting to service my gorgeous roommate in our living room; there was nothing to complain about. My only issue lied in the fact that I was unable to jerk myself off at the moment, and my dick was straining painfully in my pants.
Eventually, he let me off his cock. The tears had started streaming down my face, and the lower part of my face was messy with spit. My throat hurt a bit, so I opted to suck and lick at his balls some more instead. I grabbed ahold of his ballsac, sucking one nut into my mouth before the other, giving them a tongue bath. I alternated between sucking and licking, enjoying the feel and taste of his sweaty sac in my mouth.
“That’s right, lap at my fuckin’ balls.” Adrian demanded, starting to jack his cock.
Adrian shifted a bit on the couch, spreading his legs some more as he jerked off. Feeling emboldened, I started to give small, tentative kisses to the insides of his thighs. He made a noise of satisfaction, which I took as the green light to keep going. My kisses became more sure as I moved further down his thighs. The more noise he made, the more excited I got, which eventually culminated in me giving loud, sloppy kisses to his heavy ballsac. I felt ravenous, wanting to kiss and suck at every inch of his skin. As I kept lapping at his sac, I whimpered knowing that if I moved just a little lower I’d be greeted with the sight of his asshole.
At the last second, Adrian moved back a bit. I looked up at him, confused, but he just smiled. He stood up from the couch, his fat cock teasing me as it dangled inches away from my face.
“Open your mouth.” he instructed gently.
I obeyed immediately, and watched as he grabbed ahold of his dick before slowly feeding it to me. I felt the heavy weight of his cockhead on my tongue, and started to moan as he made room for himself in my mouth. This time, I tried to relax my throat as much as possible, not wanting to disappoint him. I smiled proudly around his cock as I heard him groan above me. “Fuuuck,” he drawled, slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth.
Eventually, he picked up the pace, getting more forceful with his thrusts. Soon, his wet balls were slapping against my chin as he worked his way in and out of my mouth. Despite the uncomfortable erection I was sporting, I was content to let Adrian use me as he pleased. I spaced out a bit, getting used to the rhythm of him slamming his balls against my face.
“Shit, I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” Adrian groaned. “I’m gonna come!”
His thrusts got sloppier, until his cock slipped fully out of my mouth. I instinctively moved to put him in my mouth again, but Adrian stopped me, grabbing his dick and rubbing it all over my face instead. My cheeks and eyelids were covered in cockslime, and I sighed happily as he started jacking his cock directly over me.
“Look at me.” He demanded, and I locked eyes with him once more. His brows were furrowed, mouth parted as he hurriedly chased his pleasure. Finally, I felt warm, sticky spurts of his come as Adrian shot his load all over me. I squeezed my eyes shut at the last minute, but felt pearls of jizz hitting my lips, my forehead, my cheeks. Some of it even got on my lashes, and I was careful to wipe it off before attempting to open my eyes.
I felt debauched in the best possible way. My cock twitched, reminding me that I had an imminent problem to take care of. I stood up, trying to regain my balance after being on the floor for so long. I gave him a shy smile. Deeply satisfied with myself, I figured Adrian would go to his room, I’d go to mine and jerk off, and we’d pretend this never happened the next day. So I was surprised when I felt a hand around my wrist as I moved to walk to my bedroom.
I turned, confused, as Adrian guided me back to the couch. He sat back down on it, maneuvering me to do the same. I couldn’t help but catch a glance of his soft cock. Even flaccid, it sat nice and thick over his fat, low-hanging balls. I was ecstatic at his decision not to put his shorts back on.
Adrian’s hand moved towards the tent in my pants, and I instinctively covered my bulge with my hands. Adrian stopped in his tracks, his hand hovering over mine as I attempted, unsuccessfully, to hide my erection.
“Hey man, no judgment here. I’ve already seen it,” Adrian reminded me. I felt my cheeks heat up as I blushed, but despite his reassurance I refused to move my hands. Sensing this, Adrian chuckled.
“Alright,” he said, raising both of his hands. “Why don’t we try something else?”
I turned in his direction, puzzled.
“Stand up.” He instructed. I blinked, taking a second to react, before rising from the couch. As soon as I did, Adrian also got up and stood directly in front of me. Before I could ask what to do next, Adrian grabbed hold of my waist, abruptly turning me around. He gave a quick but firm push to my lower back, sending me onto our couch.
I could feel my face grow hot again, caught in a delicious and perpetual state of embarrassment as he manhandled me. A small bit of a shame washed over me then; I was entirely too malleable at the moment, too flustered and turned on to think or move for myself. But ultimately, the pleasure outweighed any shame. I was riding a high of satisfying Adrian, and until the reality that we were just fucking around set in, I couldn’t suppress my lust, nor my excitement. I was confident that I’d do nearly anything he asked if for no other reason than to please him.
I attempted to turn back towards Adrian to see what he was doing, but as I began to crane my neck I felt his large hand on my jaw as he moved my head in the opposite direction. I relaxed a bit and let my gaze linger on the deep velvet red of our couch, curiously awaiting further instructions.
I felt Adrian’s hands circle around my waist. His fingers quickly found my belt, unlooping it and pulling it off before feeling around for my zipper. I felt a heavy warmth pool in my gut as I realized he was undressing me. My confirmation came seconds later as I both felt and heard my zipper being pulled down. Then, I felt Adrian’s fingers slide into the sides of my boxers, before he yanked them down, hard.
Both my underwear and pants were pulled down, leaving me fully exposed as I kept in position on the couch. The sudden cool air made me wince a bit and I instinctively moved further into the couch, but I soon felt Adrian's right hand grab one of my ass cheeks. He loosened his hand and moved down slowly, carefully caressing my skin as if trying to commit it to memory. Soon, his left hand joined the other as he gripped both of my cheeks, spreading me open. I waited in anticipation for his finger, but it never came. Suddenly, I felt Adrian's wet tongue licking a wide stripe over my hole.
"Fuuuck," I whined, eyelids drooping as I reveled in the new sensation.
Adrian gave small, soft kisses around my pucker, before sticking his tongue inside me. I pushed my ass back further on Adrian's face, needing to feel his tongue as deep as possible. I know I had gotten him off, but I was pretty surprised Adrian even bothered trying to return the favor for me. There was a voice in the back of my head that told me not to expect any reciprocation once I made him come, but I was happy to be wrong.
The room was mostly silent, aside from my moans and the lewd slurping sounds Adrian made as he explored my ass. The sensation was incredible; as Adrian moved to kiss and suck at my inner thighs, I felt his stubble rub harshly against my skin in a lovely blend of pleasure and pain. Afterwards, he would kiss either one of my ass cheeks before sucking on my rim. I cried out as I felt him moan directly into my hole, bucking my hips wildly as I let him work me over with his tongue.
"So fuckin' good," I heard Adrian murmur before licking my ass some more.
Time became irrelevant and immeasurable for the next few minutes, and I wondered if I was capable of coming just from a tongue up my ass. Probably not, but it was plausible enough in that moment. Everything just felt so good, and my pleasure was amplified by the fact that we weren't in a bedroom. I knew every time I walked through the living room now, every time I sat on this couch, I'd think about Adrian's face buried between my cheeks. Every time we had company over, I'd imagine Adrian sitting in the same spot as I sucked him off. My face burned just thinking about it.
I wanted to get a hand around my cock to finish myself off, but I sensed that wasn't allowed. It definitely seemed like Adrian was in control here. I was so close though, teetering right on the edge of orgasm. It probably wouldn't be too big of a deal, I thought. Both of my hands were gripping the couch cushions in front of me, but I tried moving a hand as quickly as possible so I could start stroking myself again. Before I could, though, Adrian's hand knocked my arm away.
"You're gonna come on my cock." He said firmly, no room for argument in his tone.
I whined, trying to imagine how it'd feel being full of Adrian's fat cock. Considering his size and my severe lack of experience, I was honestly a bit nervous. But ultimately, my lust was larger than any fear I had.
After a few more moments, I mourned the loss of Adrian's tongue as he moved away from my ass. I felt the loss of his body heat behind me for a few moments, before hearing him spit. I realized he had spit on his cock and was lubing himself up so he could fuck me.
I felt him behind me once more. He had one hand on my left ass cheek, spreading me open as he rubbed the fat tip of his cock across my rim. I was tense with anticipation, waiting impatiently for him to finally push inside. After awhile, I realized he was teasing me and frowned.
"Please," I whined pathetically, and I heard him chuckle behind me.
Finally, he pushed forward until I felt him breach my rim, immediately stretching me wider than I had ever been before. I belatedly wondered if maybe he should've fingered me first. The rimming had been really nice, but fuck, he was big. The stretch I felt in my ass was unfamiliar and uncomfortable, bordering on painful. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down as I got used to the feeling of someone else inside me. Adrian seemed to sense that I needed a minute, and for a moment he stood still, the tip of his cock unmoving in my ass.
"More, please." I said softly.
Adrian's grip on my ass tightened as he pushed in even more. The sensation was incomprehensible—it felt like he was making room for himself in my body as he went. I couldn't describe the feeling as good or bad. It was just so much. It felt never-ending. Whenever I thought he was all the way in, he would shift forward some more, carving a place for himself deep inside me. Finally, I felt his warm balls rest against mine as he bottomed out.
I didn't notice I was shaking until I felt Adrian's hands stroking my sides, trying to calm me down. After a few more moments, I turned my head a bit, nodding. "Okay, you can move."
Adrian moved back a bit, before sliding back in. His thrusts were slow at first, probably to give me more time to adjust. I appreciated the consideration, but it was no use; it felt like I could feel Adrian in my stomach. I was completely and utterly full.
Eventually my discomfort dissipated, and all that remained was pleasure. Adrian started to move a bit faster, hands firm around my waist as he got more confident in his thrusts. The room was full of lewd noises: my moaning, Adrian's grunting, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass while he fucked me. I cried out suddenly as Adrian hit my prostate. I had fingered myself before, but had never been able to reach that far myself. It felt fucking incredible, but I had no time to recover from the new sensation. Adrian was pounding me relentlessly at this point, merciless in his thrusts.
I felt a tightness building in my gut, a sign that I'd be coming soon. I opened my mouth to tell Adrian I was close, but all that came out was a broken moan of his name. Nonetheless, he seemed to get the hint, and suddenly he was going even harder, his thrusts almost violent in their intensity. There was nothing romantic about what we were doing—the sex was rough, debauched, animalistic.
I let out a sob as my orgasm finally overtook me. It felt like my body was engulfed in flames, a sensation that I had no choice but to embrace as my release spilled all over the couch. My pleasure was blinding, morphing into delicious overstimulation as Adrian continued fucking me through my orgasm. It was clear he wouldn't stop until he came himself, and I whined at the realization that he was using me like a toy. Pleasure was his priority, and I wanted nothing more than to give it to him.
"Fuck, fuck!" Adrian cried out.
After a few more rapid thrusts, he shoved himself all the way inside me once more, his hips flush against my lower back as he released his load in my hole.
My hole clenched around his cock, keeping him locked in place as his come filled me up. We both moaned, content for him to stay inside me for awhile as he emptied his balls.
Eventually, Adrian pulled out. Seconds after his cock slid out of my ass, I felt his come gush out as well. I could feel it drip out of my hole and down onto my balls. The couch cushions had presumably been stained as well, not that they weren't already dirty. I would've been stressed about the cleanup any other time, but at the moment I was too relaxed to worry about it.
I turned around, sitting up as I took another look at Adrian. We were both a mess. Somehow, even half-naked Adrian managed to look like sex on legs. I let my eyes linger on his soft cock as it hung between his legs, before looking up at his face.
His eyes were a little droopy, but he had a smile on his face as he stared back at me. "Well, I'm glad they sent you home early."
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