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I wake up with a pounding headache to the daylight filtering into my room. It's like there's pressure in my head that's just pushing to be released, even if it means my head has to explode to make it happen. My throat is also so dry but I don't feel like I have the will to get out of bed to get a glass of water
Oh yeah, that's right. Me and Dylan drank way too much last night. Screwdriver after screwdriver after screwdriver...until it ended with him cumming in my mouth.
My dick starts to stir as soon as I think about last night, even though the rest of my body is unwilling to move a single inch. I loved the way his big fat cock tasted, even though I only got to suck it for a couple seconds before he nutted. And his juices ...
Fuck his juices...
The way he writhed around, shoving his cock deeper in my throat while I hungrily slurped up every drop of white gold he gave me. I can still taste him right now.
The glorious bittersweet warm streams of his essence
The way his thick dick twitched in my mouth with his heavy breathing above me.
Fuck.
I hump my bed a bit, rubbing my hard-on on the mattress while replaying last night over and over again in my mind.
"RY! YOU AWAKE?" Dylan's voice comes from across our thin walls.
"Yeah," I croak out. My voice is completely shot.
"I'M HUNGOVER AS SHIT MAN!"
He's being way too loud for my headache. I close my eyes again to see if the pounding in my head will carry me off back to my sleep. Listening to some groaning and movement from Dylan's room, my bedroom door opens a few seconds later.
"Let's get some breakfast."
I groan and cover my head with my blanket.
"I'll buy. And I'll drive."
I am pretty hungry. I sit up, feeling absolutely horrible, and blink my eyes at Dylan. He stands there in a white tank top, his furry chest coming out in curls above the low neckline. His beard is rough and looks almost as messy as his brown hair. The daylight brings out red tints in his beard and I realize he's handsome even when hungover.
"Come on Ry," He leans against the door frame as I slowly make my way out of bed and put on whatever clothes I can find on the floor.
We are silent until we start eating our food at the diner, devouring the heaps of pancakes, bacon, eggs and coffee in front of us. There we start to come alive again, feeling the greasy breakfast sooth our headaches.
"Please do not make me drink that much again" I complain to him, and he flashes me a cheeky smile. I don't think he feels guilty at all.
"You didn't complain last night," Dylan says as he gobbles down more bacon. "Looked like you kind of enjoyed it," he says between munches.
Is he talking about drinking to get over my ex or ... his cum in my mouth?
"It's not like you spat it out" He shrugs while looking at his plate "I wouldn't have forced you to swallow it"
I stare at him intently, trying to figure out if he wants to talk about what happened last night or not. But he doesn't say anything else, and continues to eat the rest of his breakfast. The teasing is so frustrating but I feel like I can't say anything that wouldn't make things incredibly awkward. I drink more of my coffee, enjoying the sensation of the caffeine battling the ebbing waves of my headache.
After Dylan gets the bill like he promises, we get back in his black truck and he blasts the air conditioning on high as soon as he ignites the car. The heatwave is still happening and even with a short walk from the diner, he's already started sweating from his forehead.
"Still hot as balls huh?" His messy beard rustled a bit in the air stream. Dylan pulls at the neck of his tank, fanning himself a bit and letting me see deeper into his dark and plentiful chest hair.
God he's sexy. And I think he's teasing me again. He must be. He wants me to say something about last night.
Right?
"So last night..." He starts and my heart comes to a halt "...was different"
"It was...different," I confirm. But not bad... right?
"That was probably the best head I've ever gotten, from what I can remember anyways," he chuckles and strokes his beard, smoothing out the stray hairs a bit.
"Well if you've never cummed from a blowjob before, I'm sure that was pretty intense."
Dylan turns his head and stares at me. "Oh shit Ry, did I tell you that?"
I nod. And your juices taste delicious coming out of your dick. All those times I've eaten your old cum from your cumrags and finally I got the glorious taste of it straight out of your meaty balls.
And I want it again.
I look down to see I'm being too obvious with my boner. Thankfully it is not too bad in my black shorts.
"Fuck," Dylan rubs his forehead "Yeah dude it's weird... I didn't expect to cum in your mouth...even though that's what we said we were going to do ... "His eyes scrunch up for a second like he's in pain. "Damn those screwdrivers really did a number on me"
I can make it better. I know exactly how I can make it better. My dick throbs in my underwear.
"You ever have hungover sex?" I ask, trying to keep my tone casual.
"Me? No, Katy is never in the mood after a night of drinking. But sometimes I wake up with this huge boner..." His voice trails off as he rubs his forehead again.
"Me too. A good cum usually helps the headache," I gulp, surprised at my own bravery. But I want his dick in my mouth. I have to taste it again. I need to swallow his cum again.
I need it.
Dylan chuckles while looking down. "Man, I wish I was gay. You guys are down to fuck anytime."
My heart pounds more. Now. This is the moment. Now. Don't chicken out. Go for it Ryan. You want it. He wants it. Do it now.
I reach out a trembling hand and set it on his bare knee, exposed by his shorts. He glances up at me silently, but his eyes tell a different story. There's a want in there. A desire. I shift my hands a bit up his thigh, and his eyes continue their unwavering lock with mine.
I raise an eyebrow at him ever so slightly, hoping he would get the hint and give me something. Anything. Anything to let me know that he wants this.
Anything
Without breaking eye contact, Dylan tilts his head slightly downwards and then back up again. Barely a movement and certainly not enough to be called a nod.
But it's a nod.
I crawl on the seat and get on my knees, trembling from the excitement of what's about to happen. We both fumble with his shorts in the tight front seat space, and his crotch thrusts up at me as he lifts his ass to pull down his shorts. I moan at the waves of sweaty man musk that comes off his groin and I grab his soft cock greedily and put it in my mouth. I suck at him eagerly, pulling at the base of his cock with my lips and stretching his member out.
He hasn't showered since last night so I can still taste my own spit on him. And he still tastes so fucking good. I moan again as I swallow him down, rubbing the left side of my face into his rough pubes.
I grab his balls with my right hand and rub my thumb through the sac, feeling his balls roll around slightly.
"Oh!" He gasps when I do that, and his dick starts ballooning in my mouth, expanding quickly until it fills my mouth. I circle my thumb up his balls, drooling on his cock and worshiping the hardening cock. My desire to please his cock is overwhelming my senses and all of my thoughts, even when it's already in my mouth. I want him deeper inside me. Deeper!
I need him to cum. I need him to fucking cum. I need him to fucking nut in my mouth and let me swallow it.
I deep throat him again, and my heart swells with satisfaction as I feel him shudder slightly.
"Fuck Ry... it's ..."
I come up for a split second and then give him 3 rapid sucks, following the natural curve of his hard cock.
"Oh ... that's good... OH!" I deep throat him and rub his balls. "Fuck!" The satisfaction from hearing his moans is giving me all the motivation to keep worshiping his shaft.
Without giving him a break, I start to suck him aggressively, swirling up and down his cock. I need him to stay this hard. The hardness of his thick cock is addicting to me and I savour every part of his delicious cock with my tongue as I slurp up and down his length.
Cupping his balls, I swirl up his cock and suck on the head of his dick. "Oh god..." I see Dylan's hairy thighs tense up as he lifts himself out of the seat, like he's trying to get more of his meat in my warm and willing mouth.
I come off and lean on his clothed stomach, admiring the beautiful dick in front of me that I have wanted to suck for so long. It glistens with my saliva, and as I stroke it, the foreskin comes down just enough to show the head and slit.
Fuck I love this cock.
I swallow it down again, and his resulting moan makes my cock throb in my shorts. Dylan starts to thrust his hips up at me and I don't need another sign. I position myself better on my crouched position, ignoring the pain in my jaw and my knees. His cock comes out of my mouth while I shift and I stroke it with my right hand, hungrily swallowing it down as soon as I get into position.
I bob my head quickly up and down, satisfied that his cock is still rock solid in my mouth. I moan again at how much pleasure I'm receiving from servicing him.
"Oh fuck... " Dylan's body begins to vibrate. "Keep going like this"
I moan again and continue to suck him at the same speed. My jaw is killing me, but I can't stop.
Not until he cums. Not until I get every drop of juice I can from him.
"Oh!" I rub his balls as best as I can with my neck going at high speeds up and down his engorged dick. He's so thick right now. So hard. So fucking hard.
"Just like that...'' He strains out, vibrating against the left side of my face "...just like that..." he repeats breathlessly.
My heart pounds out of my chest as I keep up my rhythm. My cock is burning in my pants too. I'm so close. I'm so close to earning his cum. I need his cum. I need it!
Please! Please! Please!
"MmMmMm" I moan at how much I love to serve his cock.
"Here it cum..." Another strained breath from Dylan above me "AH!"
Jets of cum fill my mouth rapidly. Delicious man juice. I moan out again at my success and continue my job of sucking him up and down, working the pole to make his orgasm better.
"OHH god fuck RY!" His hand is on my back gripping my shirt, only encouraging me to suck harder on his cock and to increase the suction to extract his cum from deep within his balls.
I deep throat him once more and feel satisfied at the resulting shiver and twitch I get from him. I rub his balls gently and swallow down whatever is left in my mouth. His bittersweet essence is all I can taste and I feel my cock release precum into my underwear while savouring his taste. I slowly suck up the shaft, wondering if there are any last drops I can get out of him.
"Uhhhh.." Dylan groans and pushes my head down until I'm deep throating him again. His big hand stays softly on my head and I relax, submitting my throat to him.
"Well that felt fucking good" He sighs above me. "You good?"
"Mmmhmm" I say with his softening cock in my mouth and his pubes on my cheek.
He ruffles the back of my head and I rub his balls again
"We gotta go. Katy's waiting for me" He lets go of my head.
Oh yeah. Katy. I tongue his cock one more time before coming up, trying to get the last taste in case it's the last time.