Thanks to Jack and his live performance I am hornier than I ever have been, wanking to thoughts of him several times a day.
Eric, one of my best friends, came over to console me. Eric is a friend whose opinion I value. It was his idea that I get a temporary roommate rather than start a complicated hobby. He wasn't just a friend. We occasionally would share some benefits under the sheets. After watching a hot straight man masturbate for nearly two hours, I needed relief desperately. Eric was pleased to accommodate.
After a couple rounds of sucking and fucking, we were lying there together, exhausted. "Personally, I still think my idea of you getting a roommate was good." I remained quiet and brooding. "Okay, he's not paying you rent but you don't need the money. And now this hot Grecian god is wanking for you. I mean, come on, twice in one night!" I cracked a smile. "These gorgeous hunks aren't always the smartest. You know that."
I nodded in agreement. "Twice," I reiterated to him. "All because I insisted he was two minutes shy."
We both snickered. "Fortunately, he wasn't two inches too shy."
"Man, that dick is beautiful."
"Earth to James. Earth to James. He is straight, supposedly. So there probably won't be much more than show and tell sessions."
My lips pouted. "I know. I know. But I can hope."
Eric asked a series of questions. "Do you want to suck him? Would you let him fuck you? Do you want to fuck him."
"Hhhmm," I uttered. "Yes."
He grinned. "I wouldn't mind a piece of that apple pie too."
Over the next few days, Jack lounged around the house naked. Now that he is more comfortable being nude he gave up wearing boxers.
On his next night to dance nude, I was going to try to renegotiate different terms. His dancing and flexing nude just doesn't seem all that special when he is nude most of the time. But as he danced before me a strange thing happened. Without any stimulation his dick began to grow. His body is becoming so accustomed to cumming in front of me that his dick is demanding attention. Perhaps he likes getting attention from another man. Perhaps this is what he secretly desires.
Whatever the reason, he remained rock hard for the whole hour without stroking. I was impressed and wondered how much longer his dick could go without cumming. He continued to stand there naked and hard.
"Another good show!" I complimented him. Expecting him to retire (and probably wank in private). But he didn't leave. "Is there something more?"
"I hate asking for things."
He was in need of more money and his dick was ready to help. "Oh? What's up? Besides your cock?"
He explained that he was extremely careful not to waste gas. But it isn't just low on gas. The engine needed repairs.
"I see. What are you going to do about that?"
He dropped to his knees. "Please help me get it fixed."
"That car is your only route of freedom. It must be dear to you."
"I need a car desperately."
"I see. But what do you have to repay me with?" He was quiet. "You already wank for me. You dance for me. You love dancing for me nude so much that your dick remains hard." My foot brushed his hard erection. We watched his rigid member. "What more can I have?"
"I don't know," he said.
That could be expensive." He remained quiet. I watched his dick for another minute before continuing. "Perhaps there is something."
"What is it?"
"How about a blowjob?"
"I knew that's all you wanted was my dick. All you gay guys are the same. You all want to suck some straight guys dick." he yelled and stormed out.
A few minutes later he returned, sitting on the sofa. "Fuck. You have me in a bind. I need this desperately. So let's get this over with." He covered his eyes with his bulging biceps.
"I am sorry," I said. "You misunderstood my intent." His face looked baffled. "I would be the one receiving, not giving." His mouth dropped to the floor.
"I thought you wanted my dick. You said my dick was perfect." His mind was racing. He didn't understand what was happening.
"Your dick is mighty nice, for sure," I replied. "But if you want the money, it will be your lips sucking, not mine."
"Fuck." he whispered.
I didn't give him time to think. I opened my pants, showing my dick. "It isn't small, though not as big as yours." I waved it about. "Other guys love it." He hesitated. "Come on. Let's get to this, as you said."
He got on his knees before my cock and watched it grow. I held my hard dick at the base and brought it closer to him. His eyes widened. "Fuck," he uttered again before kissing the head.
While he adjusted to having a cock in his mouth for the first time ever, I told him to stay hard. I tell him to get into it. The better he is the faster it will go and then the less "suffering" he will endure.
Soon I am thrusting my cock into his throat with my balls slapping his chin. He cupped the balls gently with one hand. His other hand was giving his own cock some attention. His quivering straight lips graciously attended my cock.
My devious mind was racing. I reached over and grabbed his cock. "Here. Let me rub you a little. You need it badly."
He said that he needed to get off. So I start giving him a handjob, using his precum as lube, telling him that he can resume sucking me when he cums.
I gently fondle his nuts while stroking his shaft. "Fuck. That feels good," he says.
"You were hoping to get a blowjob from me." I said dryly. "The thought of getting kinky with me excites you, does it?"
"I don't know."
I slap his cock and balls. "Be honest with me."
"I never felt such things. It isn't bad."
I tell him to stop shaving around his cock. He agreed. I smile and continue the handjob, edging him closer and closer. He watched intently as my hands stimulated his cock. This will be his first time having a gay guy bring him to orgasm. I wonder if he thought about this while stroking off.
Each time he gets to the point of cumming I stop stroking. I slap his cock. After several attempts to cum, he starts begging me. "Please, let me cum."
"There should be a sir in there." I demand.
"Please, Sir, let me cum." I smile and start stroking the head fast and hard. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum!"
Sure enough, he splattered cum near and far. But since he never thanked me, I continued polishing his dick head. Waves of pleasure rushed through him. It was so pleasurable that it felt like pain. "Please, stop. Please, stop. It hurts!"
"You never thanked me for taking time out of my blowjob to satisfy you. You are being needy."
He was on the verge of crying but I didn't let go. His dick spasmed again unexpectedly, as he reached another orgasm. "I swear your dick likes me. It cums so often for me."
When his breath returned to near normal he admitted, "that was wild."
I wave my erection at him. I know that now that he cam twice his horniness level is pretty much absent. But if he is going to suck my dick for compensation, he shouldn't be doing it because he's horny. He needs to do it simply to get me off.
He admitted that after cumming he is less horny. The thought of continuing was not as appealing. "Come on, let's get this over with."
He slowly resumed his sucking. Before I cam he eventually started getting hard again. I spared him the indignity of cumming in his mouth. I told him to stroke me so that I cum on this mighty pecs.
Seeing my cum dribbling down his chest, I knew there was more to come.
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