1. Jock Pussy Roommate Ch. 02


    Date: 7/6/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byscwalker, Source: Literotica 

    I expected things to maybe get a little awkward, but I was relieved when they didn't. Justin and I didn't talk about what had happened. Meaning, him jerking off my big dick then sucking up my jizz like he had found a puddle in the Sahara Desert. Dude was hungry for it.

The memory of it still made my dick jump. When I was around him, sometimes my mind would wander. His hands around my shaft. His lips and tongue on my skin. I wonder what else Justin could do with his mouth?

I couldn't help but pop boners around him sometimes. I was curious how he would react. We would be playing CoD, and I would see him make his concentration face, and the memories would flood back, making me tent painfully in my jeans. I always spread my legs a little more, nice big man spread, to draw his attention to my crotch. Maybe he'd jerk me off again. It'd be a privilege to work my dick over. I had ladies lining up for it. Though, I was going through a bit of a self-imposed dry spell for some reason.

Justin either didn't notice, in which case he was oblivious, or he ignored it, in which case he was a fucking asshole. Stroke my fucking cock, Just. Your hands felt amazing. And I wanna know how it feels for you to lick the cum off my shaft.

Suck my fucking dick, bro.

Why wasn't he sucking my dick? I was going crazy. The last straw was when I got home early from practice one day and as soon as I stepped in the door I heard loud slurping sounds coming from the couch. There was a tall guy, ...
    ... maybe another basketball player, sitting on the couch, his back to the door.

There were distinct sounds of gagging, choking, swallowing. Sucking.

"HOLY FUCK, can't believe you can swallow my whole cock!" The dude moaned.

Oh fuck. Justin was blowing that guy. My dick instantly chubbed up. Shit he sounded like he sucked cock like a whore on a street corner.

I didn't want to interrupt, because I'm pretty sure if I did Justin would never speak to me again. Or touch my cock again. But I wanted to go up to that basketball player and wring his fucking neck out. And I was pissed at Justin too.

He spends weeks ignoring my dick, meanwhile he's probably servicing tons of guys like the previously mentioned street corner hooker.

Fuck him.

I turned around and slammed the door on my way out. I heard muffled "WHAT THE FUCK?" through the door but made my way out of the building. I needed to get out of there. So Justin could finish his blowjob and drink up that guy's cum.

I found myself at a bar. I was so angry. I didn't really understand why. Justin and I had been friends for years without him touching my dick, and now I was resentful he wasn't. It made me think that maybe Just was right to resist it. I felt a pit in my stomach. Could my drunken come-ons have caused irreparable damage to our friendship?

"Hey Monty." A petite Asian girl sat next to me at the bar while I nursed my... fourth drink? Maybe my fifth. I wasn't keeping count.

I turned my head. Oh, it was ...
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