More Than the Ball (16 page)

“Really? Guys… do that? Straight guys?”

“Sure!” he nodded enthusiastically. “It’s just something good buddies do for each other. I mean, we both know how it is to not get any for a while. So you just… you know, help each other out.”

I shook my head at the idea, still feeling like I was being punked or something. “First of all, even if two guys were going to… help each other out… why wouldn’t they, I dunno, give each other hand jobs or something?”

Andre shrugged. “What’s the point of that, we might as well just masturbate. But you can’t blow yourself. That’s the difference.”

I was still shaking my head as I stared at my friend’s chiselled good looks and blond hair. I couldn’t imagine him wanting to try giving me a blowjob. Or a brojob, for that matter. And I couldn’t imagine giving him one, either. And yet, now that I had begun to realize that he was being serious, I felt my cock stir in my pants. Surely just at all the talk of blow jobs, though, not at the thought of who would be doing it.

“Haven’t you ever heard the saying
‘A blow job in the dark is still a blow job’
?”

“Yes,” I replied, “but I’m pretty sure that’s referring to getting a blow job from someone you aren’t attracted to – like an ugly girl you drunkenly picked up at the bar one night.”

“Sure, but it’s the same thing in this situation. We could turn off the lights and then you wouldn’t even really know the difference.”

“I’m pretty sure I would know the difference when
your
cock was in
my
mouth,” I retorted.

“Yeah, I guess, but maybe it’s worth it to get a blow job yourself, you know?”

“I don’t know about that,” I said. I still couldn’t believe he was serious, but by the way he was looking at me now, it seemed like he really was.

“Tell you what, why don’t I go first. I’ll suck you off, and then you can decide if you want to do me to return the favor.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I exclaimed. It was one thing to be talking about this theoretically, but he actually wanted to do it? Now?

“No, I’m serious, why not? What have you got to lose? Worst case you get a free blow job out of it and we never talk about it again. Best case we both discover a great way to get free blow jobs for life, without worrying about our girlfriends and their moods.”

I just stared at him without saying a word, still in shock at the suggestion. But at the same time, I was very aware at how my cock was hardening in my pants. I saw Andre’s eyes flick down to my pants and then back up at my face. He noticed it as well.

“Dude, I can totally tell you’re hard. Why deny this? Let’s just give it a try. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a brojob, dude.”

When I still didn’t say anything, Andre stood up and crossed the room, flicking off the TV and then the lights, plunging the room into complete darkness.

“Uh,” I started to protest.

“Dude, let’s not talk anymore. If the lights are off and we can’t hear each other, it’s even less gay. We can pretend we’re with women.”

I’m not sure how he, as the blower, expected to pretend that he’s with a woman but I liked the idea of not talking or seeing him if I was going to let him do this. And at that point, I had pretty much given up my arguments. The buzz from draining the last of my third beer had hit my head, and my cock was now fully erect. Even if my mind thought this was a bad idea, my dick was less opposed.

I suddenly felt a hand touch my knee as Andre felt around in the dark for me. Without thinking I spread my legs, and he moved between them, his hands running up my thigh and then stopping on the bulge beneath my jeans. It was true what he said. In the dark it was impossible to tell that it was a guy touching me, and I felt myself twitch against him in response.

His fingers closed along my shaft, putting pressure as he rubbed up and down along it before reaching up and pulling on my button. I moved his hand away, feeling weird about him undressing me, and I opened it myself before yanking down the zipper and then sliding them down my legs. My boxers went down with them, and all of a sudden I was sitting there bottomless, happy that the lights are off so that my best friend couldn’t see me. Despite the fact that I was as hard as a rock, I was still embarrassed by the whole situation and not completely sure whether we should continue.

And then his hand touched my cock again, and all the doubts fled my head. Warm strong fingers closed around my shaft, and he rubbed up and down, from the tip of my head all the way down to my heavy balls. In the darkness I could almost imagine that it was a girl, but the fact that his hand was so big and covered so much surface area of my cock all at once made it actually feel better than any girl that I’d ever had touch me.

And while it’s true that it shouldn’t have felt a lot different than masturbating, it still did. Probably for the same reason that you can’t tickle yourself. You know what’s coming, there’s no surprise and anticipation. But when it’s someone else touching you… it’s just different than touching yourself. Man or woman, it just feels a hell of a lot better.

Andre’s hand ran up and down the length of me a couple of more times before I felt the other one slip lower to cup my balls. He squeezed them gently, rolling my sack around in his palm for a minute, and then without warning I felt the warm wetness of his mouth slip over the head of my cock and envelope me.

I gasped in surprise, in some ways shocked that he actually went through with it. My roommate, my best friend since we were in grade school, was sucking my dick! And it felt good!

I was pretty sure he’d never done it before, but for his first time, Andre knew what he was doing. I suspected that was mostly because he was likely just doing what it was that he would want done to himself. He kept a good amount of pressure as his head bobbed up and down, and his fist moved from my balls up to my shaft, running along the saliva slickened flesh to keep me fully stimulated each time his mouth slid away. Best of all, he knew enough to keep his teeth from touching me.

Despite my initial misgivings, I was starting to see the pros to this new aspect of our relationship. My balls were beginning to tighten and I was feeling a tingle grow that I knew meant it wasn’t going to be long before I came.

I was suddenly unsure what I should do about that. Do I tell him to pull off, or do I come in his mouth? We never discussed it. At first I thought I should tell him so that he could make his own decision, which would probably be to pull off. But then I thought about what he had said earlier, about how this whole thing was designed so that we could completely enjoy getting head on our terms, without worrying about a woman’s mood or what she wanted to do because as guys we would always be in the mood. If we were to really enjoy this, we needed to do it right. And the best way to enjoy a blow job was to go all the way. That meant not having the person pull themselves off just at the absolute best part of the whole experience.

Hoping that Andre would see it the same way, I grabbed the top of his head, guiding him faster and faster along my cock as the pressure built to an undeniable force. With a loud and final groan, I shoved my hips up, pressing my cock deep into his mouth as my hands held his head down and I unloaded stream after hot stream of come into his throat.

I could feel him start to cough and gag, so as soon as I was empty I let go and he pulled himself free. The coughing resumed, and I could hear him panting next to me. I felt a bit guilty, but at the same time I was so completely relaxed as I lay back against the couch it was hard to muster up a lot of care. It was his idea, anyway.

“Dude, you could have fucking warned me,” he finally said.

“I thought about it,” I replied. “But you said the whole point of this was for us to really enjoy it without restrictions, and you know how it is. It’s so much better not to have to stop right at the best part.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not saying I would have pulled off, just that it would have been nice to have had a bit of warning. Anyway, so what did you think bro?”

“That was fucking awesome, I have to admit. You were right.”

“See? What did I fucking tell you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said again.

“So…” He left the word hanging there, and I knew what he was asking. It was only fair if I returned the favor, despite the fact that I wasn’t sure I really wanted to.

“Just give me a minute,” I said. “You know how it is, after you come it’s hard to work up immediate motivation.”

“Yeah, okay, you’re right. Take your time.”

At this point my eyes had adjusted and I could see the silhouette of my roommate stand up and move over to the other side of the couch. Before he did, though, I saw him yank down his pants and a dark mass fell forward, bobbing in front of his body but then disappearing behind his legs as he sat down.

Shit, Andre was fucking huge. I was instantly embarrassed again, and glad that we were in the dark. His cock was certainly bigger than mine, and I’m sure he knew that even though he couldn’t see it clearly. Not that it was a competition, but still… I was a bit jealous.

The thought of what I had to do was making me a bit nervous, thus the relaxation I had briefly felt was beginning to dissipate. It was nice while it lasted, and I was glad that we had done it, but now that I knew what I had to do in return I was less sure about the whole thing. Still, I couldn’t leave him hanging. Not that he was hanging from what I had seen.

With a bit of trepidation, I slid off the couch and moved over to my buddies knees, putting a hand on each. Now that I was close enough, I could see his cock again with my dilated pupils. He was definitely bigger than I was. Not only longer, but wider as well. How the hell was I going to fit that in my mouth?

I reached forward, touching his flesh lightly with my fingers and watching him jump in return, his cock bobbing upwards from his thighs towards his stomach. He was definitely ready for this, just as I had been a few minutes ago. It was a lot easier to be on the receiving end, but strangely, as I knelt before him with my fingers resting lightly on his dick, I felt my cock beginning to stir again. Perhaps it was hoping that he might suck me again once we were done. That seemed like the most likely explanation at the time.

My fingers closed along his shaft, feeling the warm softness of his flesh pulsate beneath my fingers. He was totally ready for me to start, but I was still trying to talk myself into it. I let my palm slide up and down, just as he did to me, and I realized that he had probably been at this same crossroads, stalling for time as he convinced himself to go ahead.

He was right though. Just because we gave each other a brojob didn’t make us gay. If anything, we would just become stronger and closer friends because of it. Maybe it would even help our relationships with women, because we wouldn’t be so anxious to hurry sex if we knew we could just help each other out after our dates. So this whole idea might turn us into more successful, hetero lovers. With that thought in mind, it didn’t seem too bad.

And the more I rubbed the meaty shaft in front of me, the harder my own cock became. It was at least half hard now, which was surprising given the fact that I had come so hard only a few minutes ago.

Shrugging into the darkness, I finally gave in. I pulled his cock forward a bit and bent my head, opening my mouth and letting the novelty of the situation flood my senses. The masculine, sweaty smell of Andre filled me nose just seconds before the salty taste of his cock touched my tongue. It wasn’t a completely unpleasant flavor, but it took some getting used to. I had to let my mouth sit against his spongy head as my tongue rolled along it for a few moments before I urged myself forward, still distracted by my own hardening cock.

His hands slipped into my hair, just as mine had done to him, although I know I had waited longer before I did so. Still, he had started sucking me as soon as his mouth had closed against my shaft, and the fact that I was still just rolling my tongue along his head was probably teasing him. He wanted me to continue, and he was applying gentle pressure to my head to get me to start moving.

I took the hint, letting my lips and tongue drag down along his shaft while being careful not to let my teeth scratch his sensitive flesh.

Within a few minutes I had found a rhythm that both of us seemed to enjoy, and his grip on my head loosened as his breathing got heavier. I felt him leaning back against the couch, his hips sliding up marginally with each drop of my head as he tried to push himself deeper and deeper between my jaws.

My mouth was aching at how wide I had to stretch myself around his girth, although I did surprise myself by how much of him I could take. I guess my mouth was bigger than I thought, and even when he pushed deep enough to touch the back of my throat, I didn’t seem to gag. Apparently I didn’t have a gag reflex. You learn something new every day.

Even though I was moving up and down quickly, it wasn’t quick enough and I felt Andre’s hands close against my head again. They pulled and pushed, using my hair for leverage, as his hips started to thrust at a much quicker pace. His breathing was getting heavier as well, and I knew that meant he was about to come.

I wanted to pull my head away, but I remembered what I had done to him and my reasons for it, and realized that I couldn’t rob him of the same pleasure he had given me, even if he hadn’t had a choice in the matter. I could probably pull off of him now, yank my head from his grip right before he came, but I wouldn’t do that to my buddy. We were friends, and I was doing him a favor here. There was no point in doing it half ass. My cock was aching anyway, at the thought of him blowing his load into my mouth. It was such a strange sensation, but I knew immediately that that was the reason I was so hard.

Finally his hands tightened and he roared as he shoved his hips up one final time. The head of his cock lodged against my throat and suddenly it expanded, unleashing a blast of hot come that sprayed the back of my throat that seeped downward to my belly. Then another one hit, a fresh load following the first.