Rodrigo
I turn to look at Dermott as he walks to, I presume, the bathroom. His ass is looks tight and round. I notice his chest and arms too. He really has been working out. I look at the spot on the couch he was sitting on and see he missed a spot. I look back up and hear the shower come on. I move over to the couch and touch the spot with his cum on it. I pick it up on my finger. It's thick and creamy. I observe it and feel a rush of unexplained horniness. It isn't even something I think about, I just do it. I stick it in my mouth. And I savor how salty and warm it feels on my tongue. I have been thinking about Dermott since the last time I saw him; about that night and about how we could have done more.
My dating life since that night has been unrewarding. No matter how much work I put into school or how many girls I fucked, I could not get the thought Dermott's dick out of my head. After shooting a load on one random girl after another, I'd still come home to jerk off to thoughts of that night with Dermott. I am so relieved that I caught Dermott jerking off. I was worried that we would not get to repeat what happened that night, but he brought lube—and he's clearly horny.
I take my shirt off and go back to the computer. I look through Pornhub. I listen for the shower. It's still going. He was still hard so I'm gambling that what I'm doing will go my way. I find a video with two guys and a girl. I play it. It's two Latin dudes on a brunette. They are in business suits and she appears to be the secretary. I lean back and begin to feel my cock through my mesh shorts. I can smell Dermott's musk in the air. I take down my shorts and grab Dermott's lube.
I squeeze some onto my hand and wrap it around my throbbing cock. The fucking on the big screen is hot and the girl is moaning softly. The guy impaling her is grunting, the one whose dick she is sucking is groaning. The guys lock eyes and smile. They high five each other. I lose myself in the scene.
"For fuck's sake, Rodrigo!" Dermott yells as he comes to the kitchen.
I turn around and see he is in a towel.
"What?" I ask as I continue to stroke myself, I act relaxed, but my heart is racing. It's a huge gamble.
"What the hell dude?" Dermott asks again.
"I'm getting my nut too bro," I say.
"Don't bro me, man" he says.
"If it bothers you so much go to your room," I say. "I'll tell you when I'm done."
"And what the hell are you watching?"
I turn to look at the screen and see that one of the guys is sucking the other guy's dick and then slipping it into the girl vagina.
"Not what I thought I was watching," I say very aware that Dermott might bolt outright.
I let go of my cock, pull up my shorts and wipe my hand on them in a quick motion. I get up and walk around the couch to Dermott.
"It was a threesome with the girl in the middle till what must have been seconds ago," I say standing before Dermott. He cleaned up and smells of soap. I realize I'm so close to never getting a moment like last year's with him again. "I crossed a line. I should have knocked or let you know somehow before you blew that load."
"It's not . . . fuck man," Dermott says deflated. "Look it's fine. Get your nut man. With whatever, I think I'm just going to go to bed."
"No man, I haven't seen you all year, I'll go clean up and we can start over again."
I walk around him feeling his warmth as I do and walk to the bathroom not giving him time to say anything else.
It was too fast. I wanted him to warm up to the idea of doing it with a guy. I've been watching gay porn all year thinking of him, not exactly sure if I'm gay as he has been the only guy to turn me on at all. I watch the porn, but only imagine him and me in the scenes. What the fuck was I thinking? I didn't expect those bros in the porn scene to be into each other too.
I turn the shower on and rise off. I realize that I'm hungry, which means I'm no longer feeling blind lust. That's good. I use the same soap and shampoo Dermott did and now I smell like him. I think about Adam. He tried to make a grab for my dick halfway through our drive here. I got hard, but I didn't want to do anything with him. He's a good looking guy, but it just wasn't for me. It must have come across on my face and he quickly apologized for his action. It was cool though, I was cool with him wanting me, though I know I didn't actually want anything sexual from him. But I do want something sexual with Dermott though I'm not sure what or why.
I come out of the shower after taking much longer than I anticipated. I wrap a towel around my waist and walk out. I thought for sure Dermott would have gone to sleep, but I find that he's sitting on a stool in the kitchen, still in a towel, watching TV.
"Dermott?"
"You know I've always wondered if the guys who film double penetration shots were gay. I mean look at their balls? They're totally touching. Oh and there goes a dick crossing with the other dick."
"What are you up to?"
"Listen man, you're right I shouldn't be so uptight. You were just messing around. I guess I was just embarrassed to be caught in that situation. So what you've seen me blow my load before right?"
"Right," I say relaxing a little. I look back at the screen, "Sexuality is so limiting if you look at it like that, I bet those guys are just doing what they need to to get paid."
"Probably," Dermott says. "You hungry?"
"Yeah," I say.
"I made you a sandwich. Figured you haven't eaten," Dermott says, "You look good man. Hair's a little longer, but you're keeping your shape."
"Working out all the time. You're not looking to bad yourself. Guess I can't mock you this time around."
Dermott smiles. He's finally relaxed.
We talk shit for a while. It seems like things with Melanie are not going that great. His mood shifts quickly and I'm not sure how to help him or what he wants to hear from me. This kind of thing is what we do for each other, but my unexplainable yearning to touch him is interrupting my usually sage advice. It sucks cause I really do want to help him. I finish eating and decide we need some beers. Beers always let our problems and solutions flow out into the open better. He agrees and brings out a couple. We drink and I talk about my job prospects when I return, they're promising, I'm waiting on a job offer now actually. Who doesn't want a handsome Latino in their company these days? The video I'd picked out was a full on movie. It was still running in the background. Two guys were currently fucking some redhead chick. One on each end. They high five each other. The script writer needed to get a bit more creative with their sex scenes.
"They all high five," Dermott said perplexed.
"Bros, man," I say with a shrug. He walks over to me, puts his beer on the counter, and raises both hands up for a double high five. I get off the stool and high five him.
"Bros," he says. His towel falls off. For a moment I fear he will run back into his shell, but he just picks it up and puts it over his shoulder. "Let's go jerk off."
I smile. This is exactly what I want.
"Don't forget the beer," he says finishing off his bottle and getting another one from the fridge before heading to the couch.
I bring my beer around to the couches. He sits on the right side of the middle couch, giving me plenty of room to sit down next to him. I do.
"Drop that towel boy," he says freshly.
`Why don't you make me?" I arch my eyebrow.
He does it so quickly I don't even have time to retaliate. He pulls off my towel in one swift motion. He pauses a second when my cock spring to life. He looks at it with clear satisfaction and maybe a little fear. It only makes me harder. There's a beat. He recovers, "Now sit your ass down and let's get started."
"Want to play something else?" I ask.
The next scene starts. It's two guys in a factory of sorts. There are no girls in the shot.
"Let it play," Dermott says squirting lube into his hand.
He hands me the bottle and I do the same.
He strokes himself slowly, methodically, "You learned to jerk off."
He laughs, "Fuck you. I'm trying something new. Fast and hard is a technique too."
I no longer care what is on the screen. His cock is all the matters to me now. I watch him as he strokes the thick peach slab of skin. His foreskin covering up his pink cock head and then revealing it again. His pubes are just as bushy as ever.
I look at his face briefly and see he is watching me jerk off as well. Well he's watching my hand as I stroke myself with it. He looks awestruck again. We do this for a while. We continue drinking beer. Every time I feel like I'm about to cum I stop to drink beer. Both of us consume about 3 bottles each in an hour span. My cock is purple with need. It throbs so good.
"I think I'm going to cum," he announces suddenly. His face is red and sweaty. His eyes glazed over.
In that moment I know I'm crossing a line, but I'm ready and I think he is too. I move his hand away from his dick with urgency and grab his meat for the first time. My hand wraps around it as if my hand and his dick were magnets. It's warm and firm. I begin to jerk him off quickly, furiously, the way I'd seen him do himself before. He tries to argue, but I know he is too close to cumming to stop me. I feel his rod get harder and then he moans loudly, "Fuuuuuck."
Ribbons of cum fly out of his cock. They fly over the coffee table, over his legs, and finally all over my hand. I keep stroking him feeling him shake in ecstasy. He keeps moaning with each stroke, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. . ."
I squeeze him one more time and he shakes. He's done. I move my hand, covered in his cum, back to my dick. And begin to jerk off. I feel him watching me. He's slumped over on the couch. I tense up.
"Let me," he moaned. "Let me."
He reaches his hand to swat mine away and grabs my cock with his warm rough hand. He moves it up and down slowly, but already I felt my dick vibrating and getting ready to cum. I put my arms behind my head and let him finish me off. The orgasm rocks my whole body. He keeps his grip over my meat as he squeezes all the cum he can out of it. It's fantastic, everything I wanted since the first time we did this. I cum over his hand, my legs, the couch, it's everywhere.
When my orgasm finally subsides I look over at him. He releases his grip on my cock. He leans back, totally relaxed. His hand is still covered in my cum. His pubes are covered in cum too. He rests one arm behind his head. He smells of soap and sweat now.
He looks at me and smiles. He raises his cum covered hand to high five me laughing, "Bro."
I high five him with my own cum covered hand.
He wipes his hand on his chest over his hard nipples, "This is going to be a fun weekend."
"I hope so," I smile at him.
"I'm going to bed," he says and gets up smacking my leg lightly as he does, he waves his hand, "Thanks for the hand."
I lean back into the couch, "You too."
As he leaves I stick my cum covered fingers in my mouth and swallow greedily tasting him and me. God, he tastes so good. I look back at the screen for the first time and see three guys doing a daisy chain. Just how far will we go? I turn off the TV and head to unpack and then hopefully, sleep.