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After Dan tapped his cummy-dickhead to my lips and then left the room to shower, I jerked myself off and while I pretended to sink my dick into a wet, velvet-soft pussy my mind never fully strayed away from the faint taste of his cum on my lips. Regardless of running some of the hottest chicks in the world through my mind, the image of Dan's dick kept returning front and center. I could still smell him too and when I came after just a few minutes it was Dan's face looking down at me and him telling me I am a great team player and I did a great job.

The rest of my Sunday was by the book. I went to the dining hall, did some required reading, played some video games, and scrolled through random videos on my phone. The one major difference was everything was basically me going through the motions - my mind was 100 miles away, well actually 10 feet away but 100 percent focused on Dan. He is right there, on the other side of the room. I caught myself staring at him a few times. I felt so close to him, but so uneasy at the same time. It didn't matter how much I turned over what happened in my mind, I kept coming to the same conclusion. I wasn't just being a good teammate and helping out my friend and roommate; this wasn't just like spotting a buddy in the gym. We clearly crossed a line into having done something sexual. I don't 'know' we crossed the line, I can 'feel' we crossed the line.

"Dude, I'm seriously worried I pissed you off." Dan said looking up from his phone at me.

"What?" I replied quickly.

"You have been staring at me all day, but not talking. You are definitely mad at me and I hate that. I am not sure exactly why you are upset but I swear I'll do anything to make it right." Daniel said, staring into my eyes.

"Oh no, man, not at all. I swear I'm not mad at you." I replied, but I am not sure if that is true. I am not sure I really understand what I feel toward Daniel right now.

"Well, that is good. I think you're like the best bro I have ever had and I got full respect for you. I don't know if you want to talk about it, but I am guessing if you aren't mad at me, then, I don't know, you got some sort of problem with helping me out this morning." Dan sounded like he just wanted to clear the air.

"I don't know, man. I think you're great. I love being a good teammate and a good friend to people. I don't know what to think about this morning. It just felt different than helping a friend out." I was having trouble returning eye contact.

"Oh yeah. I mean, I promise to me it didn't mean anything other than you just helping me out. I did notice, um, it was different for you though." Dan said, his eye contact becoming even more intense than before. It was like he was staring into my brain.

"What?! I just did, the normal, you know. I was just helping like before, it wasn't any different for me either." I was so flustered. I don't know why this was so confusing for me. He is just my good bro and I just helped him out.

"Oh. Sure, okay. I swear I am super grateful for your help. I basically made it 10 minutes before I came. It means so much to me dude." Dan said, smiling with his lips and his eyes.

"What did you mean when you said this morning was different for me?" I wanted to just accept his praise, but I really wanted to know everything he thought.

"We don't have to talk about this, bro. Honestly, like I said, I am grateful and it's not a big deal, you know?" Dan said, he looked away real quick and looked back. He kind of half-shrugged one shoulder and made a face that made it seem like he didn't want to embarrass me. I was so confused.

"For real. What are you talking about dude?" I insisted, my voice a little raised and wasn't sure if I sounded annoyed or desperate.

"I just noticed that afterward, you know, after you kissed my dick, you were super hard. Just seemed like, maybe you weren't just helping me out, but also, you know, you kind of liked it." Dan said hesitantly.

"What the fuck, dude. That is bullshit. I am not gay. I can't even. You are completely wrong. I never even kissed - you put your dick - you put it on my, on me. I didn't kiss it. You just said I did as you put it there. I never..." I rose up and was standing in the middle of our room. I became very aware of my face and how hot it was.

"Okay, okay. Like I said dude we can forget it all. I am super sorry to have brought it up. I just didn't want you mad at me." Dan had a very flat tone.

"I am not the smartest dude, Dan, but it feels like you are gaslighting me or baiting me." I was suddenly proud of myself. It felt like this line put me back in control.

"Well, you 'bated' me." Dan said with a grin and chuckle.

"Not the time for jokes, bro." I retorted.

"Listen to yourself - you are acting crazy. You always make jokes. You are the funniest guy I know and now you are telling me not to make jokes." Dan said. He won. He completely disarmed me once again. I am funny and I do like to joke and here I am taking the fun out of something. I am acting crazy. My best bro, Daniel, is telling me he thinks I am funny, he is grateful for my help, and this whole thing has only ever been about one dude helping another dude.

"I'm sorry, Dan. Of course, you are right. Maybe I was weird about it for no reason. I dunno, I did feel like there was something wrong about the kiss part. Like, not specifically like your dick touching my lips, but, I dunno, it feels weird to say out loud. I have never thought about tasting my own cum and when that happened this morning, I literally tasted your cum. That just seemed like something way different. You know what I mean?" There I said it. I laid it out for Dan. I may have been weird about it all, but he can't deny that was crossing a line.

"I don't agree. I don't think it is weird when you put it in context. It was just 2 friends joking around. Like think about being in the locker room with dudes on the football team in high school. You ever play fight or wrestle around? I did it with my buds. Now, if you take out the context that it is just dudes joking around with each other, you are left with naked studs wrestling and that seems super gay. See what I am saying - if you just leave it in the context of we are just friends messing around - it isn't weird at all." Dan explained.

"Holy shit, you are right. I got all worked up about the cum thing, but it really doesn't mean anything." I was feeling much better now that Dan talked it out with me.

"Thatta boy!" Dan said, standing for the first time. He threw his hand out for the grasp and bro hug. I obliged and I felt like a ton of bricks was lifted off my shoulders. "I got one more thing to say, dude." Dan said with a big grin. I raised my eyebrows. "I got a date Thursday night with this chick I have been texting. Because of you, I am super confident I am going to have a great night."

"Hell yeah, Dan!" I said pulling him in for another bro hug. We put on SportsCenter and I fell asleep at some point watching old dudes complain about how young dudes don't work as hard on the court these days. I had unsettling dreams, but I couldn't remember them. I woke up, wide awake, and I felt like I unlocked some truth while I was asleep, and the second consciousness returned, that truth was erased from my brain.

I woke up 9 minutes before the alarm and before Dan. I looked at him, watched him sleep. I was lucky to have such a good guy as my roommate. I licked my lips and the memory of the previous morning rushed back. The truth was I only barely, maybe not even really, tasted Daniel's cum. The even bigger truth was even that tiny bit of a taste awakened something. I think I liked it, but I am not sure because I didn't fully taste it and it didn't mean anything. It was just besties horsing around. If he took a drink of a beer, then I took a drink from the same bottle I would essentially get some of his spit transferred from the bottle to my lips. I wouldn't care about that - this was basically the same thing. There was one contrary argument though: my hard dick. Easily explained, I woke up with a hard on all the time. It doesn't mean anything.

Dan rolled over simultaneously with the alarm going off. His eyes opened as I killed the alarm and I smiled at him. "Up and at it, Dan the man." I said. I love mornings. I sat up, aware of my hard dick, but I didn't care if Dan noticed or not. That was just part of sharing a room with a dude. I walked to my dresser to set out clothes and grab a towel to take to the showers. "Careful, you'll put someone's eye out with that thing." Dan said. While it is normal for guys to notice things like that when living together, the universally unspoken-but-agreed-on rule is you ignore it. Dan calling attention to my stiffy isn't a huge deal, but also not the normal course of action. Similar to choosing the urinal right next to a guy when there is an open one further away, you just don't really do that.

"Quit checking out my dick, perv." I said with a grin, letting him know I was joking.

"Don't worry about me, stud; I know I couldn't handle you. You are way out of my league." Dan said, turning it right back on me. Dude is great at joking around with me. He always makes me smile.

The rest of the day was without note. In fact, the next couple days were pretty uneventful. Just good times as usual. Dan and I joking around, doing classes and homework, working out, playing video games, etc. I was having weird dreams pretty much every night, but I never remembered them. There was something nagging in the back of my brain, but I have never really been one to search the depths of my brain. I like smiling, joking, and going with the flow - I don't want to spend all my time contemplating my existence like some emo.

Thursday I woke up in a sweat with a headache, 9 minutes before the alarm went off. The part that really stuck out was the second counter on my smart watch. I woke up 9 minutes and 54 seconds before the alarm and I realized that was the exact same amount of time as Monday. Weird. Turned my head toward Dan's bed, my whole body went cold, my eyes met his. Dan is awake and staring at me silently. For a split second, I saw him and he frightened me. His face was cold, emotionless, he didn't even look like himself. I blinked and when my eyes opened his features were soft and welcoming, he looked like my friend again.

"Sorry if I freaked you out. I just woke up and I felt a little off." Dan said, but his voice didn't sound like he just woke up.

"I have been sleeping weird too, dude! Weird dreams I can't remember." I replied yawning and canceling the alarm on my phone before it can go off.

"Naw, not weird dreams. I don't know why, but I am feeling anxious about tonight. I know you helped me get up to 10 minutes, but my date is tonight and I am worried I will backslide. I haven't even nutted since Sunday. I tried to rub one out, but I am so anxious I am having a hard time getting excited. Sorry, I know you are probably tired of hearing about my sex life or really my sex life problems." Daniel said and he pulled his comforter over his head to hide his face.

"Oh man, I am sorry. Umm, you know, I swear this ain't a brag or anything, but that is one problem I really haven't had. I can get hard in like 2 seconds flat." I said, staring at where I thought his face was under his comforter.

"I have no right to ask you this, bro, but my date is tonight and I think I am so close to being like all good. Can you help me one last time?" Daniel asked, his face still hidden.

"Umm, I mean, how can I help if you can't get hard?" I asked.

"I am just feeling super anxious trying to do it myself. I think if you just try it, it will work and I can cum and then I'll be good for tonight. I know last time you accidentally tasted some and you hated the taste, I promise to catch it in my hand this time. But I swear I completely understand if you don't want to." Dan said, still hiding his face which I found to be so odd. "I'm going to stay under here and that way you can walk out without ever having to say no and we can stay best buds and you don't have to feel bad or anything." Dan's voice was flat. I couldn't hear emotion in it and without seeing his face, I didn't know how to feel. I only knew his words and they made it sound like I had 2 choices: help out a friend or not help out a friend.

"I don't deserve such a good friend. Can you come over here? I think staying in my bed will help my nerves." Daniel was still completely under the comforter.

I slipped out of my bed and walked to his, I wasn't sure what to do. I stood next to his bed, "Umm, are you going to come out?" I asked with a chuckle?

"Can you just slip under here? I think it will help me stay comfortable if I can just keep lying here." Dan replied. I sat on the edge of his bed by his waist. I reached my right hand underneath the comforter and let my fingertips slide gently across his sheet. My heart started pounding as I felt the heat from his body grow warmer as my outstretched hand neared his hip. My fingers felt skin, I wasn't sure what I was touching, but I let my hand continue exploring. I slowly felt his smooth skin turn to thick hair. My fingertips had run right into the top of Daniel's bush. I giggled a bit, but I knew now exactly where my hand was on his body and where it needed to go. I jumped a bit when I felt Dan grasp my hand. He gave it a slight squeeze, like an inaudible thank you, then pushed it to his cock. He was half hard. "I started getting hard as soon as you touched me. I think this is going to work." Dan whispered.

I slowly lifted his dick and once again, the feeling of something completely familiar felt strangely odd. I loved the warmth and how soft the skin felt in my hand. It was growing under my attention and I wished I could see it again. I felt so happy knowing I was helping my best bud. I gave him a stroke, gliding the skin up and back down. Repeat. I was visualizing what it looked like and that helped me know exactly what rhythm I wanted for Daniel. I wanted to do better for him and use both hands again but this was an awkward position.

I didn't want to say anything and break Daniel's concentration. I used my left hand to pull up his comforter and I started sliding underneath. I saw my hand on his dick and it was just as intriguing as I remembered it. I climbed over Daniel's leg and positioned my body between his spread legs. The left side of my body was pressed against the inside of Daniel's right leg with my left armpit basically holding a lot of my weight propped up on Daniel's right quad. I was completely under the comforter, there was almost no light at all - just one small beam of light penetrating an opening by my feet. I could barely make out the huge dick by sight. I could completely map out his junk though by the heat and scent emanating from Daniel. I realized this position I chose put my face in Daniel's crotch. I inhaled strongly and my dick throbbed.

"Is this okay, Dan?" I whispered at him. I had a bit of apprehension after I got into place that this might be a bit more than he had in mind.

"Shhh. It is working. I am pretending that you are her though so I can stay hard. If we play it out exactly like it is going to go tonight then I can't fail tonight." Daniel replied, then he barely brushed his finger through my hair. It felt careful and thoughtful. It made sense he was just focused on his date and not me.

"Rub me faster, baby." Daniel's voice becoming more commanding. I quickened my pace and I could feel that the tip of his dick had to be just an inch or so from my lips. I could smell his precum perfectly and I was instantly taken back to the faint taste from Sunday. Daniel had said I hated the taste, but that wasn't true. I don't know if I liked it, but the thought of it bothered me more than the actual taste I think. I wouldn't have to wonder if I actually got a full taste of it.

"You are beautiful, baby. You are making my dick feel so good. Why don't you make my balls feel good too?" Daniel said. I still wasn't in a good position to use one hand on his dick and the other on his balls. I quit stroking his dick and cupped his balls. They felt so big and round in my hand. "No, you have to keep jerking me too, baby."

"I only have one hand, Daniel." I whispered back.

"Shhhh. Don't talk, baby. Go ahead and jerk my dick like you were doing." His breath a bit ragged. I gently released his balls and grasped his hard cock again. It felt enormous in my hand. "Can you touch my balls at all while you stroke me? Maybe just put the side of your face against my balls, baby." Daniel suggested like he was talking to his date. "C'mon baby, I am so close." I loved the heat coming from him and drunk with Daniel's scent, I let his hand that had switched from gently petting my hair to almost imperceptibly pushing my head down guide me. I felt the side of my nose brush the skin that connected the bottom of Daniel's shaft to the top of his scrotum. It smelled so good. I adjusted and felt Daniel's hand guide my head just a bit to the side and my lips grazed the skin covering a huge testicle.

"Go ahead baby, kiss it." I don't know if I even needed the encouragement from Daniel. Fully in the moment, I slightly parted my lips and planted them on Daniel's ballsack. I did it again. "I'm going to cum." Daniel said loudly. It partially snapped me out of my lustful haze. I pulled my head away from him and focused on jerking him faster. I saw a huge glob of cum appear at the tip and I pointed his dick toward his stomach and with the next stroke he blew his wad. A full teaspoon shot out in one spasm, another full shot, a third giant wad of cum and I could feel his huge dick spasming with each burst. It was already double my biggest load and he was still firing volleys of sperm. It had pooled on his stomach and was flowing down each side of his torso.

"Yes, fuck yes, keep going, baby." Daniel spoke like he was talking to his date, but he had yanked the comforter off both of us completely and was staring right at me. I wanted to hold eye contact, but I loved watching his impressive dick spew thick wads of cum and it was me doing it for him. It was just dribbling now and I was finishing him up the way I did myself which was slower, more deliberate strokes to milk out the last of the baby batter. I stared at his glazed torso.

"Daniel, I have never seen so much cum in my life. That is like 5 guy's worth of cum." I said holding his dick which was deflating.

"I'm so sorry. It has been 4 days. I tried to give you warning this time so you didn't accidentally get any on you. I know you hate my cum." Daniel said breathlessly.

"I don't hate it." I said before I could stop myself. Oh shit. Why did I say that?

"Oh, uh well you know what I mean. The taste is super gross." Daniel said, his eyes closed and his face relaxed.

"It didn't taste gross." What in the fuck was I doing? "I mean I didn't get a good taste last time, so I don't know if I like it or not." Why can't I stop talking?! My brain is full haze.

"Okaaay. Well, just taste it and then you don't have to be weird about it." Daniel said. He opened his eyes finally and was looking at me quizzically.

"No, I mean, I don't know. That is crazy." I stammered.

"Is it crazy? Just take one lick." Daniel's voice was butter. I looked down at his mostly soft dick laying across his huge balls. My hand resting on his thigh. Dan didn't have perfectly toned abs, but an athletic torso nonetheless, and he was covered with more cum than I had ever seen. The smell was enticing and my lust was still as high as my dick was hard. My head was swimming and I knew what I was doing but it still felt like watching someone else do it. The scent became stronger as the pools and streaks of cum on Daniel's stomach were merely inches from my face. The last bit of distance was closed and my tongue left my mouth, in a very mechanical motion, a full lick collected a good portion of Daniel's cum and coated the flat of my tongue.