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 Grace. She was one of the chicks I'd fuck regularly. The novelty of fucking new girls was fun, but nothing beats having a regular screw who knew exactly what you liked. Grace was definitely one of my favorites. She sucked cock like a pro. And even though her boobs were small, her ass was pretty fat.
Not as fat as Justin's though.
Argggh! FUCK HIM!
"Hey, girl." I put on the charm. "How's it going?" I said, putting my large hand on her knee. She wore one of those ultra tight, crazy short dresses. Grace spread her legs slightly and from that angle I could tell she wasn't wearing underwear.
"Doing good Monty. Thirsty." She said with a heated gaze.
"Oh yeah? Can I get you anything?" I ask as I trail my fingers up her leg. She bit her lip all sexy like as I was inches away from her pussy.
"Hmmm. I'm just ravenous for a White Russian."
I grinned. She meant me. Me, Montgomery Evanovich. Probably forgot to mention that I'm half French Canadian and half Russian.
Grace suddenly turned away and stood up. And I was so close to diddling her under the bar counter. Not the first time I'd have done that either. She turned to me and said "I'm gonna be in the bathroom, in case you need me."
I watched her fat ass bounce as she made her way to the back of the bar. Doesn't bounce as much as Justin's though.
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT
Get out of my fucking head, Justin. You asshole.
I followed Grace. I wasn't going to let Justin ruin this for me. He's a selfish prick and he can blow whoever he wants. And I can get blown by whoever I want.
"Need your mouth on my cock, girl." I said when I sidled up to Grace in the handicap stall. She licked her lips and dropped to her knees. She seems like such a good girl but she's such a freak. I love that, a hidden kinky side. Like Justin.
FUCKING STOP IT!
Fuck off, Justin. Go suck some more basketball player dick, see if I care.
Grace took me in her mouth and started doing this swirly thing with her tongue that I loved. I leaned back against the wall and enjoyed the feeling of a hot mouth on my cock. I was Monty fucking Evanovich, and I was a total stud. Everybody wanted to blow me. Well, everybody except one.
She took a few inches down her throat but hit a wall pretty early on. Most chicks can't deepthroat my cock. It's a fucking shame, because I love it when my entire length is sheathed in a nice tight mouth.
Don't get me wrong, Grace was good. She was one of those chicks who weren't afraid to get ugly when she sucked cock. She was slurping (stop.) up and down while her hand (stop.) was wrapped around the base of my cock. It felt good. I didn't need to get my cock deepthroated to cum.
"Can't believe you can swallow my whole cock!"
"FUCK!" I pulled Grace off. She looked at me, lipgloss smeared, like I was crazy. Which I was, because of what I was about to say next.
"I'm not feeling it tonight. Maybe next time?"
She gaped at me. Me, Monty Evanovich, was turning down a blowjob. She probably thought I was possessed by some kind of alien.
But the lips I wanted wrapped around my cock weren't hers.
Bewildered, she straightened her dress and reapplied her lip gloss. "Alright, guess I'm gonna have to find Chad."
Chad fucking Wells. His name is fitting. He's the Chad-iest of all the Giga Chads. And not in a good way. He was our quarterback, hot as fuck, and came from money, which made him think he was God's gift to Earth.
Normally the idea of a chick going for Chad instead of me would piss me off. But I just couldn't be bothered.
Bet he'd suck Chad's cock.
SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Stupid fucking voice in my head.
I was angry. Angry and horny and pent up. Irritated. I sat at the bar and ordered shots. Fuck Justin.
"Justinnnnnnnn!" I moaned into the door. Wait, wasn't I just at the bar? But this looks like my apartment door. I couldn't find my keys. And I couldn't stand. But the door was a nice place to lean.
Until it wasn't. This time the door wooshed open and I fell flat on my face. Justin didn't even bother to break my fall. He still helped me back up, though.
"Jesus, Monty, again? What is going on with you?" I was happy to hear the concern and irritation in his voice. Meant that he cared. Didn't care enough to suck me, though.
"It's yer fuckin fault, Jussst," I slurred.
"You're wasted. This is worse than last time." Man, why was the room like a carnival ride?
Justin put his arm around me again and hobbled me along to my room. I reached down and grabbed one of his cheeks, maybe a little too hard. Fuck it was so firm but my fingers just sunk into it. And it was huge. In fact, his ass was kinda too big for his frame. Funny.
Justin let out a little grunt of irritation, but I wasn't letting go. I was gonna octopus this thing. Or something else that doesn't let go. I don't know man, I'm drunk.
"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, Montgomery."