“My Grindr date Jason.”
Percy’s words hung in the air like a bomb that had already gone off.
I sat there on my bed, black tank top still damp from the gym, gray sweatpants clinging to my thighs, heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them. The phone screen glowed between us, showing my fake Grindr profile clear as day. The username. The cropped gym pics. The low angle bulge shot I had taken in a horny haze. Everything was right there.
My mouth went dry. My cock, which had been half hard the entire walk back from the gym, jumped to full attention inside my sweatpants, tenting the fabric so obviously there was no hiding it.
Percy lowered the phone slowly, but his eyes never left mine. That slow, knowing smile stayed on his face, dark and amused and a little dangerous. He stood up from the bed in one smooth motion. The black compression shorts rode low on his hips, the faint line of his pubic hair peeking above the waistband. His bulge was already thickening, pressing against the thin fabric as he took a slow step toward me.
“So… Huntz,“ he said softly, voice dripping with amusement and something darker, something hotter. “Are you going to keep pretending you are straight? Or are we finally going to stop playing games?”
“How long have you known?” I asked, voice rough and cracked.
Percy tilted his head, still smiling.
“Since the first message you sent me last night.. The second you uploaded those pictures, I knew it was you. I recognized your body. I recognized the way you flex your pecs when you think no one is looking.”
He walked closer to me slowly. The compression shorts hugged every curve of his ass and the growing bulge between his legs. The fairy lights painted soft shadows across his chest and stomach. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint citrus of his body wash mixed with the warmth of his skin.
“You really thought I wouldn’t recognize my own best friend’s body?” he asked softly. “I have looked at it a million times now.”
I could not speak. My cock throbbed visibly against the front of my gray sweatpants, a wet spot already forming where the head pressed against the fabric. Percy’s eyes flicked down to it, then back up to my face, smile widening.
“Still pretending I don’t turn you on, Huntz?”
I swallowed hard. “I… I was just messing around, Perc. Curiosity. That’s all.”
“Curiosity,” he repeated, voice low and teasing. “That’s why you sent me two dick pics last night? That's why you stroked yourself under the blanket while staring at my ass pictures? That’s why your cock is rock hard right now because you are curious?”
Percy knelt in front of me, right between my spread legs, looking up at me. The movement was smooth, deliberate, like he had been thinking about this for weeks. His face was level with the massive bulge in my gray sweatpants. He looked up at me through his lashes, that slutty little glint I had seen so many times before now aimed directly at me.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said quietly. “Tell me you are straight and you don’t want this and I will stand up right now. But we both know that’s not true anymore, Huntz.”
My mouth opened, but no words came out. My cock twitched hard, inches from his face, leaking steadily into the fabric.
Percy smiled.
“That’s what I thought.”
I lifted my hips without thinking, helping him as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants and underwear. He pulled them down in one smooth tug, sliding them all the way to my ankles. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, slapping against my abs with a wet sound. Seven and a half inches of hard, veiny jock cock, head glistening with precum, balls hanging full and tight.
Percy let out a low, appreciative hum.
“Fuck, Huntz. It looks even better in person.”
He leaned in, hot breath ghosting over the head. My knees almost buckled.
“Percy —” I started, but the word came out weak.
Before I could finish, his lips wrapped around the head of my cock.
The sensation was electric. Warm, wet, perfect. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, licking up the precum like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. He took me deeper, inch by inch, until half my cock was buried in his mouth. The heat, the suction, the way his throat relaxed around me, it was better than any blowjob I had ever received from a girl. Those girls had always been eager but clumsy, gagging too early, using too much teeth, never taking me all the way. Percy was different. He knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked me like he had been dreaming about my cock for years , throat opening smoothly, tongue pressing along the underside, milking me with every bob of his head.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, hands flying to his hair before I could stop myself.
Percy moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. He bobbed his head slowly, taking more of me each time, until his nose pressed against my trimmed pubes and my entire cock was buried down his throat. He held me there, throat contracting around me, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. I had never felt anything like it. It was not just wet and warm. It was tight and hungry and perfect. Every swallow pulled me deeper. Every swirl of his tongue made my toes curl. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine, lost in a pleasure so intense it made me question everything.
He pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to my cock.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Huntz?” he asked, voice husky.
I nodded, too far gone to lie. I pushed his mouth back onto my cock.
“Less talking, more sucking.”
Percy laughed softly around my shaft and took me back in, faster this time. He sucked me with long, deep strokes, one hand cupping my balls, the other stroking the base he could not fit in his mouth. The wet sounds filled the room, slurping, gagging, moaning. Every time I hit the back of his throat he swallowed around me, milking me like he wanted every drop. I was losing my mind. My hips started moving on their own, fucking his face in shallow thrusts. The pleasure built fast and heavy, coiling tight in my balls. I had gotten head from plenty of girls, but none of them had ever made me feel like this. None of them had ever taken me so deep, so willingly, so perfectly. Percy was not just sucking my cock. He was worshipping it. He was making love to it.
“Percy… fuck… I am gonna…”
He pulled off just long enough to look up at me, lips shiny and swollen.
“Cum in my mouth, Huntz. I want to taste how straight you are.”
I laughed, the sound shaky and broken.
“Fuck off.”
He dove back down, sucking harder, faster, throat working me like a pro. My balls tightened. My hips jerked. I grabbed his hair with both hands and fucked his face, chasing the orgasm that had been building since the moment he dropped to his knees.
I came with a choked groan, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shot down his throat. Percy swallowed every drop, moaning around me, milking me until I was completely empty and shaking. Pulse after pulse kept coming while he kept sucking, tongue swirling, throat contracting, drawing out every last bit until my cock finally started to soften.
When he finally pulled off, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at me with that same smug, satisfied smile.
“Tasted pretty gay to me.”
I stood up on shaky legs, cock softening, sweatpants still around my ankles, chest heaving, brain completely blank. Percy stood up slowly and leaned in close, tilting his face toward mine like he wanted to kiss me. His lips were still shiny from sucking me off. For a split second I almost let him. Then reality crashed back in. I freaked out, yanking my sweatpants and underwear up in one frantic motion and sitting back down hard on my bed.
Percy laughed softly, the sound warm and teasing.
“Don’t worry. We can keep pretending… for now.”
He stepped back, still smiling, and climbed back onto his bed like nothing had happened. He stretched out on his back, one arm behind his head, the black compression shorts still tented from his own hard cock. He looked completely relaxed, completely in control, while I sat there trying to remember how to breathe.
I collapsed onto my own bed, heart hammering, mind reeling. Percy Vale had just sucked my cock like he had been dreaming about it all this time. And the worst part was I had let him. I had lifted my hips to help him pull my pants down. I had grabbed his hair and fucked his face. I had come harder than I ever had in my life, shooting straight down his throat while he swallowed every drop without pulling off.
I stared at the ceiling, sweat cooling on my skin, cock still tingling from the best blowjob of my life. My brain tried to scream that I was still straight, that it was just curiosity, just a one time thing, just a way to get it out of my system. But I still felt the touch of his soft lips on my cock and the memory of his throat squeezing around me would not leave.
Percy Vale had just rewritten every rule I thought I lived by.
And deep down, in the quiet part of my brain that I refused to listen to, I already knew I wanted him to do it again.
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