Luke led the way into his bedroom. It was a typical Friday night. We'd both get off of work, then he would come over and pick me up so I could spend the weekend at his place. We stepped into the familiar orange walled room. I made myself comfortable on his bed with my snacks and phone charger. This is how it went most weekends. We would get in, I would chill on his bed with my phone, and he would sit at his desk and play video games. We were pretty low maintenance in that way. Before he took his place in his gaming chair, he crawled onto the bed on all fours to give me a kiss. His beard, beaming smile and tan face approached. I ran my fingers through his tight curly hair as he kissed me.
"Alright, I'm gonna play some games. Do you need anything before I sit down?" He asked.
"Maybe just one more kiss." I shot him a coy smile. He laughed and planted one on me. The bed shifted as he slid off and took his seat in front of his computer. I followed suit, grabbing a handful of gummy bears from the package next to me and put them on the desk next to his keyboard.
"Thanks, babe." He chuckled.
"No problem!" I kissed him on the cheek and returned to the bed to spread out and watch TikToks on my phone.
With Luke being 6'2", I had a lot of room to get comfortable. Sometimes I would bring my laptop and we would play a game together, or we would play something on Luke's Switch. But other times I was perfectly happy with my phone. First, I opened Instagram, checking the group chat, then any new posts. Next, I moved on to Snapchat, looking at new stories before keeping up with my current streaks. Finally, I got to TikTok. There, I first checked my DMs to see what videos my friends had sent me, then to the For You page to see what was current. A new recipe here, another trending dance or 70's song becoming popular again there.
A few minutes in, I could tell Luke was getting somewhat upset. He was clicking harder with his mouse, and was being a bit rough with the keyboard. I know how frustrating games can get, especially with live people, so I shrugged it off and went back to browsing TikTok. Soon enough, the heavy taps on the keyboard became harder slams. He picked up his mouse and slapped it back down into the desk. As I looked up from my phone he began to yell at the computer screen. Things like 'Are you fucking kidding me?' and 'Are you even looking at your screen?'. He shot up from the desk, his arms up in the air, as to question why the person on the other end did what they did to cause such an offense. He sat back down, punishing his chair by dropping into it and flailing his legs under the desk, hitting the sides of his knees into the side of the wood underneath before bringing them back together again. That's when I got an idea to help him blow off some of this anger.
"Is everything alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, these guys just don't know what the fuck their doing." Another slam of the mouse.
"Okay, You just seem really mad over there."
"Yeah, people like this just really piss me off sometimes, especially when there's a lot on the line in game."
"Well, I could try and help you with letting out that anger, maybe."
"Oh yeah?" He seemed intrigued, but continued to place his focus on the computer.
"Yeah, I think I could really help you get all that frustration out." I got off the bed and started playfully rubbing his shoulder.
"I'm almost out of this game, then we can play stress relief all you want." He told me, somewhat getting my hint.
"No, don't stop. I want to help you while you play." I slid my hand down his arm and felt the waistband of his shorts.
"Oh? You meant while I play?" He looked up, his game having ended.
"Yeah. I'll slide under the desk and give you some live stress relief." I kissed the side of his neck.
"I dunno, are you sure you wanna just sit down there?"
"I won't be just sitting, don't you worry."
"I know, but-"
"Shh, let me handle it. You get into another game and I'll try to help you out. You can be as rough as you need to be." I reassured him. How rough could someone get with an underdesk blowjob, anyway?
"Alright. Are you sure?" He brushed my shoulder as I got down onto my hands and knees and made my way under his desk.
"Yeah, It will be fine! Are you worried or something?"
"No, I think you can take it."
"Alright then, let's get going."
I heard a few clicks, they were gentle this time. I found my space under his desk and got on my knees. Kneeling in front of him, I felt my way up his legs, paying special attention to his thighs as I reached them. When my roving hand reached his cock, I felt that he was already getting hard. Either my rubdown was working as good foreplay, or he was very excited about this idea playing out. I felt his growing erection through his silky black basketball shorts, teasing it a bit with a few strokes back and forth before reaching up to his waistband and giving it a swift tug. It came down an inch or two and I placed both my hands on the side of his waistband, giving him the signal to lift his ass so I could slide his shorts the rest of the way down. He obliged, and they slid down his legs with ease, revealing his pale orange boxer briefs as my first reward. He helped me by kicking off the shorts, and I put them behind me in the corner where the underside of his desk met the wall. Then, I turned back to my prize. I massaged his growing cock through the orange boxer briefs, letting them fill out under my hand. It wasn't long before all eight inches were ready to break out of their cotton prison. Again, I pulled down on the waistband and Luke sat up a bit to help me out. Like the shorts that preceded them, the underwear slid down his legs in a swift cascade.
Luke's cock broke free and swung towards me. Its heft alone prevented it from springing much of anywhere when he undressed in any case, and this was no exception. I took hold of his cock at the base, jerking him off with one hand before continuing the job with two. He seemed to be getting into it, and before long I could see and feel his hips bucking in his chair. A few more teasing moments that couldn't have lasted more than two minutes passed with me jerking his thick manmeat, and precum soon started to appear. I had to hold true to my promise, so I prepared to suck his cock. I wet the head of his cock with a wide tongue, tasting the slippery saltiness of his precum and dragged it down his thick shaft.
He settled down and I seemed to fall to the back of his mind as his game geared up. I worked hard to make sure he knew I was still down there, and the occasional twitch let me know I was doing my job well. Soon enough, the mouse clicks became harder and faster again. I knew when he was in the middle of an important fight when his legs tensed and he got a bit softer. His brain power seemed to go elsewhere during these times, and I worked even harder for his attention. He seemed to get more frustrated when I did this, and the clicks became even harder and I heard his mouse slap the desk above me. I knew he had died in the game when he slapped his mouse down and the clicks stopped. Luke surprised me when he suddenly took a hold of my head at either side and tried to fully buck into my mouth. My tongue was forced out of my mouth at the base of his cock to make room for his forced entry. I looked up and his angry eyes were fixed down toward me as he continued to forcefully use my mouth, and tried to use my throat.
