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SUCKING OFF A STRAIGHT STUD, partII
It was the next weekend, Friday night. We had just gone to see another High School play, thankfully better than the one last weekend. This time I was sleeping at Kurt's house. We sat around for a while, just talking and watching tv, until we headed to bed. Since Kurt's basement is not furnished (unlike mine), we slept in his room. And he only has a double bed.
As we undressed for bed, I noticed that he was wearing snug boxers, accentuating the bulge of his cock. I starting to stiffen, and then quickly jumped under the covers to hide my erection. It's so weird, because I'm not romantically attracted to Kurt. And not even physically, if you talk about his whole body. I was just in love with his thick, hung, 8-inch cock. And I was determined to have it again before the evening was done.
Kurt crawled in the bed next to me; it wasn't overly spacious, so we touched every so often. We disscussed random topics and he frequently had to scratch and adjust himself. Every timeI movement near his crotch under the covers, I was just more turned on, reimagining his beautiful dick. So eventually I just said, "Spencer, do you want another blow job?"
"No thanks."
"Did it bother you the last time?"
"No, it was just a little weird. Well it wasn't weird, but it was. I don't know."
I left it at that, but a few random disscussion topicslater his ball-scratching was just too much, I said "Kurt I have to suck you off."
"No you don't." he replied, in a mock reprimanding tone.
So then the conversation drifted again. And thenI had another idea.
"Wanna have a jack-off race?" I asked.
"Naw, you'd totally beat me and I don't like losing. You can probably cum in less than a minute."
"No, no, no! A jack-off race is to see who can hold out the longest, and cum last. Lasting longer in sex is better is it not?"
"Oh!" He was clearly intrigued. "Alright then."
He slid the covers down, then his boxers, and I quickly followed suit. His massive cock head glistened in the moonlight. Already his prick was erect in anticipation, as was fine. He started slowly stroking himself, as did I. My gaze was transfixed on his slow, steady masturbation. I knew this would be one race I would lose. His cock was just so big and thick and juicy. It's like it was begging out for my touch.
So without a word,I snaked my hand over, wrapped it around his cock, and slowly started jacking him off. He freely let me. Once I realized I my hand-job was going to go uncontested, I started going a little harder. Then he made a little smacking noise with his lips. I looked up and he noded slowly. He was clear what he wanted. (In hindsight, I think he was willing and eager all along, he just wanted to bait me and string me along before giving me the grand prize.)
I scooted down the bed and my mouth dove onto his cock. I sucked and licked his beautiful, massive cock all over. I rolled his balls around in mouth and then went back. With my hand jacking what my mouth couldn't take, I went down on that meat like a bat out of hell. Soon after, he came and I drank every drop.
He even allowed to gentle massage his cock as I jacked myself off. Then we drifted into aimless conversation again as we pulled up our boxers. Something tells me this could be an ongoing event and that excites me...a lot.
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