Mason: “What are you doing?”
Brad: “What do you mean?”
Mason: “Why are you in my shower?”
Brad: “Ha. Didn’t your mother teach you to share?”
Mason: “You know what I mean.”Brad: "Yeah I know, I'm was just joking with you. I thought you might enjoy the company."
Mason: "You just came in here to keep me company?"
Brad: "Well, I also thought you might want this."
At first I didn't know what "this" was but then I looked down and saw that he was stroking his cock. I seriously couldn't believe my eyes. I had been talking to Brad on and off for the past six months and even though I had been lusting after him for quite awhile I never felt like the feeling was mutual. The topic of sex was never discussed between us and every time I tried he would change the subject. Most of the time it was just small talk in between sets at the gym. I didn't even know if he was gay or not, I assumed he was but it was never confirmed until that moment. And this was the first time we had ever officially hung out.
Though I was a bit confused and shocked by how forward he was being, I was much too focused on watching his dick grow bigger in his hands. I hadn't had sex or sucked cock in almost three weeks, which felt more like three years for me, I was starving for some action. Needless to say, the sight of his meat made my mouth water, my already rock hard cock twitch, and my hungry hole open up. Slowly his pole reached full mast and drops of pre-cum started to ooze out.
Brad: "Well are you just going to stare at it or are you going to suck it?"
Mason: "I want to."
Brad: "Then what are you waiting for, get on your knees and do it already."
Mason: "I'm not sure I should."
Brad: "Why the fuck not?"
Mason: "I just ended a very serious relationship and I don't think I'm ready to move on."
Brad: "Man, you're killing my boner. You sucking my dick has nothing to do with you're relationship. I just wanted to get off but whatever, I'll go."
He was right, his cock had gone completely limp and me abstaining from sex wasn't going to change the fact that I was now single. I had been on a cock-free diet for weeks and for what? Because I was sad? That didn't make any sense, how would giving up something that I really love to do make me feel any better? I was about to pass on a free meal from a ridiculously hot stud. What was I doing?! If I was ever going to get back to being myself I had to start now. I knew I had to stop him.
As he turned around I dropped down to my knees.
Brad: "So now you want it?"
Brad: "What made you change your mind?"
Mason: "You were right. This has nothing to do with anything else. Its just about getting off."
Brad moved back towards me putting his dick right in my face but when I leaned forward to suck it he grasped my hair in one hand and pushed me back. Every time I opened my mouth to let him know that I wanted it in there, he would tease me by sticking it in for a split second before pulling it back out and rubbing it all over my face.
Brad: "You should of taken it when I offered. You're not going to get so easily now."
Mason: "What do I have to do to get it?"
Brad: "You can start by begging for it."
Mason: "Fuck I want it so bad. I'm starving for it. Please Please Please give it to me. I'll do anything!"
Brad: "Good try but I still don't think you deserve it yet. Try harder."
I'm not used to begging for anything... And it felt kind of weird doing it. I mean yes I fantasize about being in this situation so it was a turn on that it was happening to me but at the same time I needed to get off so bad that it was annoying to have to wait. Especially since his dick was right there in front of me. The whole "look but don't touch" rule never sat well with me. After a few more minutes of begging he finally budged a little bit.
Brad: "You say you'd do anything for my dick?"
Mason: "Fuck yes! Anything you name it. Just let me suck on that dick of yours please!"
Brad: "Why don't you put on a little show for me. Lay back and finger your hole for me."
Laying back on a tile floor, with my legs pressed up against my chest, ass up, fingering myself, while water is spraying down on me from every angle isn't exactly the most comfortable of positions but I did say I would do anything and I keep my promises. Besides, seeing him stroke his dick while he watched me made it worth the uncomfortable positioning. Knowing I would get to taste his dick was definitely worth it.
I started out with one finger but then he told me to stuff two in there, then three. He seemed to really enjoy bossing me around and loved it more that I followed his orders. I loved how worked up he got and how dominant he was getting. But I hated how I still didn't have his dick in my mouth. It was like I was a starving baby trapped in a cage with a piece of candy dangling in front of me, just a bit out of reach.
Brad: "Fuck you are hot. You're going to make me cum just from watching you."
Mason: "Wait! You haven't let me suck it yet."
Brad: "But I'm so fucking close dude. You want to suck it then get up and suck this load out of me."
In a flash I was back on my knees, engulfing his thick, pulsating cock. I savored every flavor, from the raw taste of his meat, to the salty taste of the sweat on his nut sack, and down to the sweet sweet taste of the liquid seed that was leaking out of his piss hole. I couldn't get enough. Barely five minutes into it and all of the sudden...
Brad: "FUCK! I'm gonna cum!"
Brad: "Here it comes... Fuck!!! Ahhhh!!!"
Mason: "MMMMM. Gulp, gulp, gulp."
I know some of you think things like this must happen to me all the time, but they don't. Well maybe while I'm out of town for a porn shoot, but that doesn't really count. At a porn shoot I am usually staying at a hotel or a big house with a handful of other gay models so of course things are bound to happen.
But in my everyday Texas life things like this rarely ever happen to me. I don't normally go out to any gay bars, most of the guys I click with online don't live anywhere near me, most of my friends are married heterosexual nerds, and the only venue I frequent where I would cross paths with hot guys in person is the gym. And even then my gaydar is pretty weak so I can never tell who is gay and who isn't while I'm there.
So in reality I was very fortunate and very happy that I had met Brad. Even more so that he had just blown his load down my throat. I was so glad to finally break my dry spell that I decided not to cum. I wanted to stay horny and keep the sexual energy flowing through out my body. Something that I knew would help me have more fun and loosen up once again.
Brad: "Ah. Damn. Fuck that was good."
Mason: "Fuck that tasted good. I want some more!"
Brad: "Haha. Thanks man. "
Mason: "Can I keep sucking on it or does it get too sensitive after you cum?"
Brad: "It gets pretty sensitive. I usually need a few hours in between."
Mason: "Awww OK. Well you can definitely use my throat anytime you need your dick sucked just let me know. I'd love to be your cock slut again"
Brad: "Hot. I will probably call you sometime this week for a repeat then. Maybe next time I'll fuck you. If you're up for it."
Mason: "I'd love that."