I thought after Justin sucked my dick, that could become a regular thing. Justin liked big dick, I had a big dick. He liked sucking dick, and I liked getting sucked. It was a fair trade.
But instead, any time I brought up him throating me again, he just rolled his eyes or shook his head.
"Bro, I've been so horny lately, look at how hard my dick is!" I said while practically waving my cock at him. He barely glanced over.
It was almost like he was trying to pretend that excellent suckjob had never even happened. Bet he was hoping I was drunk enough that I forgot. Jokes on him, I remembered everything.
But wait... maybe that was the point. I remembered it. I wasn't drunk now, and if he blew me while I was sober he wouldn't be able to pass it off or pretend it never happened. It might get awkward. Aw man, my bro was being considerate! He was just worried things would get weird, and that's why he'd only blow me when I was faded.
That means if I want Justin to touch my dick again, I gotta get wasted. Only, I want to be able to experience it all, if it felt that good for my bro to swallow my dick while drunk, then getting sucked while sober would set me on fire.
All I had to do was pretend to be drunk, and Justin would dive face first into my dick. Or maybe he'd even sit on it. I couldn't help but pay extra attention to his ass lately, how his shorts hugged the two big round globes that seemed to jiggle with each step he took. I was always an ass man, and I loved anal. It was a perfect match. And all I had to do was pull off an Oscar-worthy performance.
It's a foolproof plan. Who says I'm not smart?
I waited for the right timing. There was a Friday where I knew Justin was going to be home all night. While he was typing away at his laptop, I told him I was going out. He just shrugged and said sure. He was pulling off that distant act and I was gonna close the gap... so I could get in his gap.
I went to the nearest bar, had one drink that I nursed like it was a canteen in the middle of a desert trek, and brushed off Grace again. I could tell she was pissed, and it was probably going to affect my reputation, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was getting those soft lips around my shaft, and seeing my big dick disappear between those perfect globes.
After an hour and a half, I made my way back. Once I got into the apartment, I started my act. I did a quick breath test. Yeah, it smelled like beer. I stumbled a little, walked crooked, I was really pulling all stops. And when I got to the door, I fumbled with my keys then dropped them to the floor. I leaned against it and started pounding, knowing the sound was sure to get Justin's attention.
"Juuuuuuust!!" I moaned. I heard footsteps and got excited. In a few seconds Justin was gonna be all over me.
The door opened and I was face to face with a built latino guy. I stared at him, and he stared back. Then he smirked.
"I knew he was insatiable, but already? Damn, he works fast."
What the fuck??
I stood up straight, squared my shoulders. I was bigger than this guy, and I needed him to know not to mess with me.
"Who the fuck are you?" I snarled.
He was taken aback. "Uh, who the fuck are you?"
I leaned in close to him, and with absolute murder in my voice, I said to him lowly, "I'm Monty, Justin's best friend, and I suggest you leave and never come back unless you want to wake up in a hospital."
Dude was wide-eyed, looking at me like I was crazy. I had no idea why I was acting like that, something about him just pissed me off. I didn't know the guy but my intuition was telling me he was all wrong for Justin. I was just being a protective best bro, nothing more.
He quickly grabbed his jacket and squeezed past me out the door. I sent him one last growl and he ran off like he was being chased by a rabid dog. Fuck yeah, nobody messes with me.
A few seconds later, Justin walks out of his room, wearing nothing but a short t-shirt and some tight, tiny briefs. The sight of him made me chub up instantly. Fuck, I want to tear those undies off him and dive right in between those fat cheeks.
"Monty? Where did Mario go?"
I barked out a laugh. "Mario? Dude's name was Mario? What, is he a plumber?"
Justin frowned at me. He had been doing that a lot lately. I remember when we used to laugh and have an awesome time together. I missed that, I wanted that back. But with handjobs, and blowjobs, and maybe my dick in his hole, too.
Justin walked up to me, and I felt so smug. I got rid of the interloper, and now all I had to do was act drunk enough so Justin would-
Oh shit. I forgot my drunk act completely.
I slumped against the door and started to slur my words. "Juuuuuusssst, fuckkkk, I'm so wasted... my dick hurts..."
Before I could finish, Justin grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind me.
"Monty, you're a shitty fucking actor, you know that? What is going on? You better have a good reason why you just cockblocked me."
I was backed into a corner. Literally. My plan was going horribly wrong. Maybe I am as dumb as people say.
I couldn't lie for shit. So my only option was to go for the truth.
"I just wanted you to suck my dick?" I offered, knowing how stupid it sounded.
Justin was unexpectedly... very surprised. I thought I got the message across by now? Why else would I be waving my dick in his face for the past week?
"Wha- Monty, you're not even drunk."
"Yeah, bro, I know. Why do we only hook up when I'm drunk? It's not fair." I realized I was full-on whining at that point, but I didn't care. I don't know why I was acting like a total fool just to get in Justin's pants. I shouldn't want to, he's my best bro and all. But it's like I'm obsessed with what I know his mouth and ass can do.
Justin stepped back and rubbed his temples. "Monty... you only ever make passes at me when you're drunk."
I didn't have anything to say. He was right. So what?
"That night I gave you a handjob wasn't the first time. You don't even remember, do you? You would flirt with me so aggressively. Telling me how hot I was. How you wanted to fuck my ass. How you wanted me to suck your cock. You were just being drunk and horny Monty. You'd full on grope my ass and then the next morning you'd have forgotten it all."
Wait, what? Really?
"For how long?"
"Fucking months Monty. Since we moved in here. Even before then, in the dorm, you'd get so handsy when you were drunk. Always wanted to cuddle with me and shit, when I could feel your cock poking me.
"I played along, but didn't want to take it further. I'm not gonna prey on you while you're drunk. But you just wouldn't stop, and you'd get more aggressive. You'd slur the nastiest filthiest words about what you'd want to do to me. And wave your dick in my face."
"Fuck, Justin, I'm sorry."
He held a hand up.
"What I want to know is, what's your excuse tonight? You thought, what? You were gonna pretend to be drunk and catch me or something?"
I realized now it was a total misunderstanding. I thought Justin only wanted me when I was drunk, but Justin thought that I only wanted him when I was drunk.
"Fuck, no! You were only into me when I was drunk, so I thought if I pretended then you'd want to fool around again!"
Justin's face controls in anger. "What the actual fuck, Monty? Is that what you think of me? That I only want to get with drunk dudes?"
I held my hands up in a 'calm down' gesture. "No no, bro that's not... I just thought... maybe you didn't want it to screw up our friendship or something!"
My best bro sighed and rubbed the space in between his eyebrows, the way he always did when he was frustrated and annoyed.