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All characters are over the age of 18
Fuck. I had fucked up big time.
I said the wrong name during sex with my boyfriend. Who the fuck actually does that?! I thought this kind of thing only happened in movies...
Fuck
Naturally, he broke up with me. I had broken his heart, and like any reasonable person he had ended things. I couldn't even be angry at him for it.
And I can't deny it either. I was thinking of someone else while getting fucked. And that person...
Dylan... My housemate. My straight housemate with a serious girlfriend. I'm such a fucking idiot... Yeah, I think Dylan knows I've got the hots for him and he does tease me literally any chance he gets... but I don't love him. I don't know why I said what I did. Pure, horny stupidity.
I rub my forehead lying on the living room couch. There's no fixing it. Not until Damien, my boyfri... my ex-boyfriend replies to my many missed calls at least.
I hear the rustling of keys at the door, and a couple of seconds later, I hear Dylan come in. He has these heavy workman boots, so his steps are always characteristically loud on our hardwood floors.
"You doing ok Ry?" He calls out from the kitchen. It sounds like he's putting groceries down with the rustling of plastic bags.
"Mmm," I grunt out and open my eyes, quickly checking my phone again to see if Damien has texted me back. Nope. I go back to covering my eyes and wondering what I can do to make things right.
"Hey." Dylan's voice is now very close. I lift my hand off my face and peer at him. He's holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. "Choose your poison."
"Neither" I cover my eyes again and sigh.
"Nope. You've already moped around for a week. It's time" Dylan insists. "If you don't choose one I will choose for you."
I groan loudly with my eyes closed as I hear the sounds of glasses clinking and liquids pouring generously.
"Come on Ry" His hand appears, ruffling my hair. The strong smell of alcohol and juice is in the air. I finally give in and sit up. He hands me a full glass. "Screwdriver", he says with a mischievous glint in his eye. I take one sip and instantly choke at the immediate burning sensation.
"This is .." I cough " ...strong"
"You need it. It'll put some hair on your chest" He tips the bottom of my glass up and pours about half of it down my throat.
I put the glass down, feeling my head rush with a fuzzy sensation. I must be making a face, because Dylan starts laughing at me. He grabs the glass I had put down and swallows the rest of its contents in one gulp.
"Easy." He says smiling, before pouring another glass.
I sit there, savouring the burning feeling coming from the centre of my body. Man, I am done feeling like such a fuck up. I quickly grab the glass that Dylan had just poured and slug it down in one go.
"WHOA, buddy!" Dylan says in surprise, raising his thick eyebrows. He's hot. He's very, very hot. His chest hair is peaking out the neck of his shirt as per usual and he has just trimmed his beard so he's looking very fresh and...
And...
And...
My eyes begin welling up as I think about sweet Damien, who did nothing wrong and was honestly the best boyfriend I could have asked for. All the memories we had together...
"Do NOT cry" Dylan says with a stern tone as he pours out another glass. "You've done enough of that this week already." He sits next to me and I lean my head on his right shoulder.
"We all fuck up," Dylan says softly. I haven't told him what really happened of course. I mean, how could I?
We sit in silence for a while watching whatever is on TV. The alcohol is really starting to kick in now and the sadness is ebbing away. We joke and laugh like everything is normal for a bit.
"Hey, how did you know you were gay?"
"How did you know you were straight?" I retort tipsily.
"I love eating pussy" He laughs.
"And I love sucking dick" I reply, joining in his laughter. We clink glasses and drink some more.
"Dude I wish Katy loved sucking dick.."
"She must be a lesbian" I cut him off, really feeling the buzz now.
"I think I take too long to finish or something" He continues after laughing. "She always says her jaw hurts"
"Maybe you just have a big cock" I murmur thoughtfully, my head still on his shoulder.
Ah fuck. What the fuck did I just say.
"I mean you could always just jerk off till you're close and then let her finish it" I ramble on, hoping to distract him from what I had just said.
"I don't think she likes the taste of jizz"
"WHAT?" I sit up, actually in shock. His cum tastes so good. I've tasted it so many times from his cum rags now that I actually crave it.
Dylan shrugs and finishes off his drink. "I've never cummed in her mouth. Or any chick's mouth actually."
"What?!" I repeat, looking incredulously at him. "No way!"
"Honestly! Wanna be my first?" Dylan jokes while pouring another drink.
"Yeah"
Ah fuck. Yeah, I'm really drunk now.
"Yeah I bet you would like it" He laughs and winks at me. I know he knows I eat his cum. I'm almost sure he leaves it out for me.
"I would like it". The alcohol has given me liquid courage. And a raging boner.
"Sure..." Dylan's eyes focus on the TV, taking another sip from his drink and putting his feet on the table. I want to suck his cock. I want to suck his cock right now.
I grab my phone and clumsily unlock it. I quickly find Pornhub and put the first straight video I see on it and cast it to the TV.
"Whoa Ry!" He looks at me in shock. I want his cum. Right now. From the source. Right now.
"Just jerk off, and you can finish in my mouth," I say breathlessly.
"You're drunk dude" he half laughs, shaking off how direct I'm being.
The sound of the porno is in the background, and I see Dylan shifting his eyes to the porn slowly. I think I chose a good video for him. High-pitched moans fill the room. He likes it...I can tell by the look in his eyes.
"Just try it." I attempt to persuade him. "Don't you wanna feel what it's like to cum in a warm mouth?"
"Uhh..." His eyes are fixed on the porno, and he reaches into his pants to adjust himself. His cheeks are a bit rosy, and a bead of sweat forms on his temple.
"Just once!" I insist. "Just jerk off and let me know when you're close."
Dylan turns his head to make eye contact with me. I stare right into his eyes, trying to convince him with my gaze. After what seems like an eternity, his lip slowly curls into a little smirk and he shrugs.
"Sure, Fuck it."
Oh, my, god... He begins unzipping his fly and digs his hand inside, eventually pulling out a thick, juicy cock from his boxer's opening. Even half soft, he's big.
He starts stroking himself, unbuttoning his pants to make himself comfier. I watch his uncut cock grow and expand, stiffening until it stands proudly at about 7 inches of girthy meat. I swallow hungrily. I'm about to get the cum straight from the source.
Finally
Dylan strokes himself, focusing on the TV and I watch as his foreskin passes up and down his pre-cum slicked head. He switches hands and puts his right arm behind him on the couch where I am waiting impatiently. I barely resist the urge to bury myself completely in his pit and grab his cock.
Too soon for that.
Dylan scrunches his nose a bit and his breathing quickens. I notice the slight pursing of his lips as his eyes narrow. He's getting closer. My throbbing boner aches dully in my pants and the alcohol pounds in my head.
"You ready for it?" Dylan asks without looking at me.
"Fuck yeah," I half moan. I tear my eyes away from his face tracing down his chest hair and watch him fucking his hand passionately, his moving foreskin revealing a thick pearl of precum. I subconsciously lick my lips and my mouth begins watering at the anticipation of tasting him.
"Oh Fuck, here it cums" He grunts. I quickly make a dive for it, swallowing his thick uncut cock whole. I moan at the first taste of him and his precum, and I suck hungrily. His musky scent fills my lungs as I breathe him in and please him at the same time. I groan into his cock, feeling deep satisfaction that I finally know what his meat tastes like after so long of fantasizing about him.
"Careful, I'm going to cum," He pants from above me. As if that's not what I'm trying to get him to do. His hand grips the base of his cock. His body tenses from the impending orgasm.
I tear his hand off of his cock and begin deep-throating him aggressively. I hear a gasp from above me but I keep going... I want his cum.. in me...
Right now!
"Ohhh FUCK Ry!" He groans loudly from above me and his hot juices powerfully flood my mouth. I moan desperately at his familiar taste. All those times I scavenged for his old cum and finally...
FINALLY!
I suck him like I'm trying to extract every bit of essence out of him, milking his cock expertly with suction and tongue as he shoots an immense load into my willing mouth.
The taste of his cum. Oh my god. The taste of his fucking juices.
I can't stop sucking him.
"Oh god damn!" His body is writhing, his tummy pushing into my face as he lifts himself off the couch with the force of the orgasm.
I continue deep-throating him throughout, his body shaking violently.
Fuck!
Fuuuckkk!
Swallowing down all his cum, I slowly sink down to the base, my nose in the fabric of his pants. His cock twitches in my mouth and I nurse it gently with my tongue.
"Oh..." His voice shaky. "...oh..."
I increase the suction, pulling up slowly, I hear him take a deep breath in.
His wet dick comes out of my mouth with a plop. I sigh, catching my breath and swallowing the rest of his juices that linger in my mouth.
I look up at him and he looks at me. We burst out laughing in our drunken state, and he pushes my chest, making me fall backwards into the couch as we continue laughing.
"Fuck, you weren't kidding about loving to suck dick." he laughs.
"It tastes so good."
"It's better fresh huh?" Dylan shoves his cock back in his pants with a sly grin.