I got up and followed him. My hand was still throbbing with pain, but that wasn't what was on my mind right now.
I found him at the sink. He was wearing only white boxer shorts, slightly damp from the precum seeping through the fabric. He stood sideways, running his fingers through his hair. When he saw me in the doorway, he raised his eyebrows, slightly confused.
“I can't let your cock go to waste,” I said bluntly.
His face didn't change right away. Maybe he thought I was joking. But I just moved closer. I could feel it hardening in my pants from the tension of the moment.
“Let me repay you,” I added. “I can't use my hands... but my mouth is in great shape.”
He looked at me, seriously. For a second. Then he slipped his fingers under the elastic of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. His cock fell out, heavy, springy, thick, taut, and wet at the tip.
With his chest raised and his shoulders relaxed, he looked like he was waiting for exactly this. Like he wanted it more than he was willing to admit.
I knelt down.
I approached slowly. His cock hung heavy and hard, with a drop of precum on the tip. It smelled clean, of water, sweat, his body. I slid my tongue out and licked the head, gently, as if tasting something new. Jon sighed. Quietly, deeply. I felt his thighs tense slightly.
I took him into my mouth.
Slowly, as slowly as I could. I felt him stretching my lips, my tongue sliding along his shaft, his breathing quickening. I couldn't touch him with my hand. So I worked only with my mouth, sucking, squeezing, caressing with my tongue. Between one movement and the next, I looked up. I looked at him from below.
Jon looked at me in amazement. As if he couldn't believe it was happening. But he didn't say a word. He stood with his legs apart, one hand resting against the wall. And I slowly rhythmed each movement. I could feel his pulse. I felt his cock getting harder and harder in my mouth, his body tensing with every second.
“Oh fuck...” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes. “Matt...”
Hearing him say my name like that was like a shot of adrenaline straight to the brain. I moistened him again with my saliva and deepened the movement. His head was almost reaching my throat, but I didn't stop. I wanted him to remember every inch of this pleasure.
Jon moved his hips, uncertainly, as if testing the limit. I didn't pull back.
I just took him deeper.
I didn't slow down. His cock was already wet with my saliva, glistening in the bathroom light, and I worked on it like a man possessed. My tongue circled the head, I sucked him hard, then tenderly, alternating, as if I wanted to show him that there was no single version of pleasure. That I could give him everything, from tenderness to total domination.
Jon leaned his other hand against the wall. His hips were trembling. He tried not to move too much, but his body betrayed him. I could see him tensing up, trying to control himself, but his cock kept twitching in my mouth, as if begging for more.
“Matt...” he moaned, quietly, his voice hoarse. “Fuck, what are you doing...”
His eyes were closed. He gave himself completely to the moment. I could feel it. And it turned me on more than anything ever before. The fact that my friend, who just a few days ago was living with his girlfriend, was now standing naked in front of me, moaning as I sucked his cock deep into my mouth.
I moved my head, working my throat. Once slowly, once violently. I felt his glans hitting the back of my palate, my throat reflexively tightening. Jon moaned even louder.
His legs began to buckle slightly. He was breathing heavily, deeply, with a tension that was growing inside him like a bomb. At one point, he grabbed my head, gently but firmly.
“Don't stop...” he whispered.
I could feel it. He was close.
Very close.
Jon wasn't fighting anymore. He was breathing heavily, shaking, his hands clenching tighter on my head. I could feel his fingers trembling, his hips barely holding his balance. He started mumbling something incomprehensible, broken “fuck,” “yes,” “almost.” I knew he was coming. I could feel it in the pulse of his cock, in the spasms running through his body.
I didn't pull away. On the contrary, I took him deeper. I let his head slide all the way in until my nose touched his skin. My throat tightened around him. And then I felt it.
The first shot.
Hot, strong. His cum hit me deep. The second. The third. Jon moaned loudly, almost screaming, leaning his whole body against the wall. He held me still, as if he couldn't believe it was really happening. That he was really coming in my mouth.
I swallowed everything. Slowly, greedily, with pleasure. I didn't stop sucking even when his ejaculation stopped. I ran my tongue over his shaft until it was completely clean. I felt his convulsions, his muscles, his breath. He was exhausted.
I only pulled away when I couldn't catch my breath. My lips were wet, my tongue burned from the intensity of sucking, and my heart was pounding like crazy. I looked up.
Jon looked at me as if he didn't know what to say. His face was flushed, wet with sweat, his chest rising heavily.
I looked down. His cock was slowly softening, but it was red, swollen, freshly drained.
And me?
I smiled.
Because I just gave my friend a blowjob. And I swallowed all his cum.
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