The One You’re With

“I’m horny,” Chris complained to his friend Brent. They were sitting on Chris’ couch watching porn. “Marta won’t be back for three more days, and I’m gonna explode if I don’t come soon.”

“I know the feeling,” Brent said, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. “Watching this movie isn’t helping.” He gestured towards the television, where a big-titted blonde was getting fucked by one guy and sucking the other off.

Chris undid his zipper. He never wore underwear, so his big dick bounced free, the head shiny with pre-cum. He was so hard his dick stood straight up against his stomach, and Brent could see his heavy balls quivering with the effort of holding in his load. Chris stared at the screen and fisted his stiff erection. He squeezed it tight, making the head bulge with every downstroke.

Following his host’s example, Brent undid his jeans and pulled his dick out through the opening in his boxer shorts. His cock wasn’t as long as Chris’, but it was just as hard, and fatter. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, placed his thumb on the head like he was holding a joystick, and went to town.

Brent leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, listening to the moans of the woman in the film, muffled by the enormous fuck-stick the man was stuffing in her mouth. When he opened his eyes, Chris was standing in front of him, his pants around his knees, and his long dick pointing at Brent’s mouth. “You suck me, I’ll suck you,” Chris said, running his fingers up and down his shaft. The head was pointed like an arrow.

“Why the hell not?” Brent muttered. He opened his mouth and Chris thrust his hips forward, forcing his long snake into Brent’s mouth. Brent was surprised at the feeling, the spongy head pressing against his tongue and then the silky skin slipping over the stiff root. He swallowed and ran his tongue along the vein on the underside, making his mouth wet.

“Mmmm, suck it harder,” Chris said, flexing his ass and pressing his dick further into Brent’s mouth. Brent eagerly complied, tasting the salty pre-cum dripping from Chris’ cock. Chris screwed his hard, long shaft in and out of Brent’s mouth, the head slipping easily between Brent’s wet lips.

“That’s it, take it,” Chris sighed, reaching under Brent’s chin to squeeze his own swaying balls. Brent moaned around Chris’ shaft, pumping his own dick as he sucked Chris off. Chris pumped his dick into Brent’s mouth faster and faster, moving his hands behind Brent’s head to guide his movements. Brent slurped Chris’ dick, trying to keep up.

With a shout, Chris shoved his prick deep into Brent’s mouth and spilled his load onto Brent’s waiting tongue. Brent swallowed Chris’ come tentatively at first and then let the liquid slide easily down his throat. Chris pulled back, letting his cock emerge from between Brent’s lips with a pop.

“My turn,” Brent smiled.

Chris nodded, kneeling between Brent’s open legs, and sucked Brent’s wide rod easily into his mouth. Brent could still taste Chris’ cum on his tongue, and he was hard as iron. He lifted his hips off the couch, watching Chris’ mouth stretch wide around his fat cock. Chris closed his eyes and sucked hungrily at Brent’s dick. His head bobbed up and down Brent’s dick, his spit and Brent’s pre-cum making the shaft slick so his mouth moved faster and faster, pushing the loose skin back and forth over the hard rod.

Brent pumped harder and harder into Chris’ mouth and finally with a loud shout, emptied his aching balls. His cock throbbed over and over, pouring wet streams of cum into Chris’ mouth. Chris swallowed and then licked Brent’s cock dry.

“Better than jerking off, huh?” Chris grinned at Brent.

“Damn straight. When did you say Marta was coming back again?”

“Not for three more days,” Chris said. Brent’s mind reeled at the possibilities.