A Friendly Favor: Under the Des

A Friendly Favor: Under the Desk (Second Edition)

April 2020

The pandemic is in full swing, the city streets are about as quiet as a church, and here I am with my cheeks rested on my desk as I laid fast asleep.

Strewn around my room was the usual clutter - beer bottles, cigarette butts, empty Adderall bottles that I bought from my best friend, Dylan, and papers galore - letters from my landlord about rent long overdue, and homework assignments that might well take me years before I finally finish them. And on my desk was my laptop with a blank page opened, and a mug of stale, cold instant coffee.

About a few minutes into my seemingly endless, procrastinating slumber, my phone vibrated, making for a rather rude interruption that bitterly brought me back out of the dream world and into the real one.

"Can't I just get five more minutes?" I mumbled under my breath, my voice raspy. I glanced at my phone to find a text.

Kota:

finished your paper yet?

"As if I'll ever," I remarked. With some reluctance, I finally rose from my desk to, at last, type out the first words of my paper - my name - Josh Ramirez.

"Two down, a couple more

thousand

to go," I said. Just when I was about to type the rest of the paper, there was a rude knock at the door.

"Josh!" a voice called out through my door. "You there? You didn't answer my text."

I replied with a sigh. "Didn't think I needed to. So what?"

"We're study partners, aren't we? Isn't communication key?"

Not thinking of anything more to say in that moment, I got up from my chair to open my door; standing in the hallway was none other than Dakota Williams (or Kota, as me and Dylan called her). The strawberry-blonde hair atop her head was neatly tied into its usual bun, and she stood before me at a height a few inches taller than me, with a visibly athletic build from her frequent visits to the gym, which often led to quite a bit of ogling from my classmates (though how she never noticed this was beyond me). Clothing-wise, I could tell that she chose it all in a haste - a turquoise surgical face mask, jeans tattered at the knees, worn-out sneakers with no socks, and a stretched-out white Calvin Klein tank top.

. . .

Josh stood at the doorway and continued gawking at me to no end; either that, or zombie viruses somehow finally became a real thing.

"Josh?" I prompted him. Aren't you gonna let me in?"

"Oh! Right. Yeah, come in." He stood aside to let me enter, before continuing with, "Let me just go on record - it's weird seeing you wear that face mask. I feel like an alien being captured by a government scientist."

"Hey, this COVID thing's no joke," I said, still standing in the hallway.

"I never said it was," he responded. "But I don't think it's

that

big of a deal either."

Just when I was about to open my mouth for another counterattack, I closed it and decided not to discuss the topic any further.

Forget it. I do not have the energy for this right now.

I entered the apartment and took a moment to glance at him and the room while I took off my mask once Josh closed the door.

"Ugh! You're lucky that

cleanliness

isn't mentioned on the rules of conduct here," I commented.

"Hey, Ernest Hemingway regularly lived like this," he countered. "And so did Albert Einstein."

Josh was no different from his apartment in his appearance either; there was a stubble on his face, and his black hair was as bedraggled as ever. He wore a cheap tan t-shirt, and at his waist was nothing more than a pair of plaid boxers. Surprisingly though, his teeth maintained their pristine, straight white look, and his body started to show some muscle after he finally caved in and joined me in going to the gym two months ago. Granted, a skincare routine would be a welcome addition, since his complexion's been a little pimply lately from all that pizza. How he never noticed

this

was beyond me.

"Where are your roommates anyway?" I asked, slightly taken aback by the emptiness of the apartment.

"They're out shopping," Josh explained. "I don't know when they'll return."

"Hopefully, it won't be for a while." I then took my seat at my classmate's desk and unpacked my things.

"Alright," he said, changing the subject and slowly taking his own seat at his desk. "The paper, let's go over it again."

. . .

Kota then went on about the outline of the paper as I took my seat next to her, even writing it out for me in her notebook. Though I tried my best to pay attention, I suddenly remembered why I asked her to study with me in the first place; I just couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the movements of her lips and mouth as she talked.

Damn! She's really that good, Dylan?

"- so my basic point is that sex preferences aren't really universal, but dependent on culture and other factors."

"Yeah...totally," I responded, more distantly than I intended whilst I kept watching her mouth in a trance. "You know what? I think I know the

real

reason why you wear a mask these days."

Why the hell did I say that?

Immediately, my study partner's expression went from confident and scholarly, to completely confused, as though I really had revealed myself to be an alien.

"Okay?" she said. What does that -"

"Dylan told me," I spat out. "Dylan told me." By this point, the temperature in the room must've skyrocketed to at least two-hundred degrees; there was a layer of sweat on my palms and temples now, and my heart raced faster than Usain Bolt ever could.

"Told you what, Josh?"

For Fred Fuchs' sake!

"That you give good head," I finally said.

Well, at least it's finally out of my system.

While normally, this would be something that eased my tension, the exact opposite happened when Kota practically turned the same shade of red as me once I said what was really on my mind.

. . .

How the fuck did he find out!

I thought to myself in complete embarrassment and outrage.

Dylan, so help me, I will fucking kill you.

It was in that instant that I felt pretty much the same as Josh, as far as I could tell, and I deeply wished that I just burst into flames and disintegrated right then and there. And yet, here I was, slacking off and talking to my dumbfounded classmate. All the while, I was screaming in my head, "God, Josh must be thinking how much of a slut I am. BUT IT WAS JUST AN EXPERIMENT!!!"

"Alright. Listen," I said, giving my all into sounding as calm and composed as I could despite the redness of my face. "Some things are best left in the bedroom."

Or janitor's closet for that matter.

"You got that?"

"Yeah," he said. "I get you. I shouldn't have asked."

"Thank you."

He seemed relieved once I put the matter to rest (so I thought), and the two of us spent the next half-hour or so planning out the paper and comparing first drafts. The room and the world outside was as quiet as ever, and things overall went well without a hitch - that is, until he started wanting some music.

"You have any music preferences?" he asked while he scrolled through his phone.

"Pop's a guilty pleasure of mine once in a while," I replied nonchalantly. Josh cackled.

"

Pop

?" he said, his sly smirk continuing on to no end. "

Pop

?"

"Yes," I hissed. "I swear, you're a broken record today."

"Sorry, it's just..." he paused for a moment after his smirk faded away and his expression went blank; I could've sworn that in that moment, his breathing hastened, and his eyes darted from my breasts to my face. "I figured you were more of a jizz...jazz listener. Sorry."

Ugh, I should've known Dylan would open his mouth. Why the hell didn't I tell him to keep things secret?

I sighed and thought long and hard (no pun intended) in silence for a bit, and then looked up to admire my work. Josh made some real progress over these past two months - his shoulders are much broader, his pecs, biceps, and other muscles have really developed to the point where I honestly could gaze at them through his shirt for long periods of time, and even his posture's become much straighter, whether he's sitting or standing. I had to admit that he deserved a reward. Not to mention, the fact that we're both single...

"Alright, Josh."

"What?" my head-in-the-gutter partner asked.

"I'll suck your cock."

You're blowable enough.

"What -"

"I'll. Suck. Your. Cock," I purred, enunciating every word. "I've got writer's block, you're distracted by what could only be called an open secret by this point, no amount of study chatter's gonna keep you focused on more pressing matters...how about I prove those rumors true."

In an effort to appear coolheaded, Josh jeered. "You think my cum will be a real help, huh? I don't mind."

Holding back a smirk, I countered with, "Sounding cute definitely isn't in your skillset. Lucky that acting the part is." Just as I started to slide off my chair, Josh stopped me.

"Wait," he said. "What if my roommates -"

Deciding to show instead of tell, I continued sliding off my chair, and then planted myself under my classmate's desk, his crotch directly in my face.

"Problem solved," I quipped.

. . .

I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous. I mean, a tall, fit blonde who's talented at giving head - what more can a man ask for?

Kota licked her lips to moisten them. Noticing her still all red in the face, I assured her with, "You know, I didn't say that I wanted you to suck my dick; I said that I didn't mind, and I just wanted you to confirm what Dylan told me."

"That's what I'm doing," the rumored "Mouth Mistress" countered as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers. "Confirming what Dylan told you. Unless you don't want this, and -"

"No, I do," I blurted out. "It's just...if

you

don't want this..."

She stopped for a moment and looked down in thought. She whispered something that I couldn't make out, before continuing with, "Back when I tried this with Dylan, it was just a little experiment of what I read online about how ingesting cum might correlate with intelligence...I think it worked..."

She stopped midsentence, probably noticing that my expression returned to its original dumbfounded state that I couldn't help. I mean, how the hell do cum and intelligence have anything to do with each other at all?

My study partner left her sentence unfinished and, in one swift motion, pulled my boxers down to my ankles. Adding more fuel to the blaze that was my utter embarrassment, nervousness, and excitement was the fact that my cock popped out, revealing itself at full mast.

"A bit of pubic hair, huh?" She commented. "Lucky that I don't mind."

She went straight to work; she grasped my rod with one hand and reached for my balls with her other. She darted her tongue out her mouth slowly licked away at my cockhead.

"Oh gosh!" I exclaimed, wincing at the sudden sensation.

"You alright?" she asked, her worry barely contained.

"Just surprised, is all," I spat out. "Keep going." I licked my lips to moisten them; it wasn't until now that I realized how dry they were from my nervousness and anticipation of the whole affair. Not to mention, my heart kept racing faster than it ever had while I was on Adderall, while the temperature of the room got hotter and muggier by the second.

Damn! It's amazing that I managed to get hard at all.

Kota licked my cockhead and massaged my shaft and balls for the next several moments; no words were shared between us, and the only sound present other than the usual ambience was her tongue delicately licking me and her hands pumping my shaft caressing my balls. She suddenly upped the ante when she opened her mouth wide and took my whole length down her throat. Before I knew it, I was feeling a wet tightness around me that I never wanted to leave, so I savored the seconds slowly ticking by while she held me down her throat like the phenomenal cocksucker she was, before pulling back to reveal a torrent of her drool coating me and connecting her lips to my cockhead. She breathed heavily, but there was nevertheless a sense of pride in her tone that made her that much hotter.

"You liked that? You're still surprised?"

"Y-Yes," I spluttered out, my voice hoarse. "I'm liking the surprises."

. . .

Suddenly taking Josh down my throat for the hell of it was definitely something I never would have thought of once in my life until now. What's more is the fact that I found it more-so exhilarating than anything else. Granted, I remember experiencing this same feeling with Dylan, but knowing that I had awakened within me a genuine passion for fellatio really added to the electricity of the whole situation.

"Grgh! Grgh!"

"F-Fuck, Kota!" Josh groaned, his knees trembling while he grasped the armrests of his chair for dear life as I vigorously sucked his fully hard phallus. Drool continued pouring from my lips and all it, in addition to his swollen balls that I massaged with my other hand.

Almost predictably, a torrent of information flooded my head, and I found myself suddenly out of the slump that was my writer's block.

"I know what to write now!" I exclaimed through a mouthful of his member, though this fell on deaf ears as he leaned back and closed his eyes to relish the sensation of my tight, wet throat and soft tongue caressing the underside of his shaft. And all the while, those same images as before flashed before me - graphs that I could use for my essay, a diagram of the Pythagorean theorem, photos of various historical events. All this, plus the subtle dizzy sensation from the brief lack of air every now and then as I bobbed my head made for an experience more intoxicating than any drug I've ever tried before; alcohol, Adderall, weed - they all paled in comparison to the feeling of fellating a big, smooth gonad.

"Exhilarating!" I exclaimed again through a mouthful as Josh's balls collided with my chin every and then and twitched closer and closer to orgasm.

. . .

Holy fuck, Dylan! You weren't kidding

, I thought to myself as I felt my soul and very sanity chip away from Kota's talented mouth. To call her the "Golden Mouth" of the modern-day would be the understatement of the century. Needless to say, the salivating succubus on her knees before me became a testament to the numerous perks of friendship. And I would definitely be asking for this again, so long as she was willing and eager.

Her head pretty much became a blur in motion as she sped up her bobbing on my manhood. Her tongue protruded from her lips and slathered the underside of my shaft and occasionally brushed against my balls.

"

Fuck

! Your tongue's so soft," I moaned in pure ecstasy.

"Mm-hm," she agreed, her cheeks filled with my member. She puckered her lips such that they formed an airtight suction all around me that I just couldn't (and never wanted to) escape from.

Just as started to feel a pressure build within me from the intense sensations, there was another knock on my door.

Fuck!

With the fear overtaking me, I put Kota to a complete stop and pulled her mouth off me.

"Yes!" I called out to the people outside the door. When I glimpsed down at my multi-talented friend, she mouthed something to the effect of "Your roommates are here?"

I nodded to her in agreement, and heard one of my roommates call back with, "Hey, Josh! Me and the guys are thinking of hitting up a burger joint tonight."

"N-No can do," I said. "I've got a paper to finish, remember?"

"Right. Yeah," my roommate realized. "Shame...wait, weren't you supposed to meet with Kota for help on that?"

"She took a raincheck," I explained. When I glimpsed down again, I noticed her slowly and quietly continuing to suck me whilst mumbling something to herself that I couldn't make out. Somehow managing to keep my composure, I continued with, "Guys, I'm sorry, but could you just leave me alone for now. I

really

need to finish this paper."

"We understand, Josh," said another voice.

Dylan?

Not saying another word, my roommates left. And with each footstep fading off into the distance, I felt a pound of weight disappear off my chest.

Finally!

Once they left, I glanced at the time on my computer, and it suddenly dawned on me.

"Shit!" I shouted. "K-Kota, we need to...ah, fuck!"

She returned to her original intensity as she conflated my urgency to finish the essay with a warning that I was about to cum. And again, and again, she spoke through mouthfuls of my cock, praising me for allowing her to suck it and acquire even more information she needed for the essay.

"Graphs...sixty-seven percent...1907...George Williams," she spouted at random, her words hardly understandable as she spoke pretty much only in tongues.

Resisting the building pressure and the urge to cum, I finally mustered enough strength to pull the fellatrix off me again; an audible "pop" sound ensued, and another torrent of her drool was unleashed that was enough to coat both my cock and balls, and lightly moisten the cushion of my office chair.

"What?" she asked, her breathing heavy, but her tone oozing with an intoxicated enthusiasm to return to sucking me.

Barely able to utter anything intelligible, I spoke.

"Essay...almost due."

"How long?" she asked expectantly.

Jeez! I just said that it was almost due!

"Fifteen minutes left," I said.

. . .

Curses! Fifteen minutes left?!

I thought to myself. And yet, here I was, on my knees with my classmate's spit-covered dick in my face. Running the numbers through my head, I came to the conclusion that I would see this task through.

"Josh," I said. "I want you to get on my laptop and work on both on my essay and yours."

"What?" he spluttered, gazing at me as though I had suddenly asked him to sprout wings and fly away. "Kota, you want me to write

two essays

in

fifteen minutes

?"

"I'll dictate my words to you," I explained. "Trust me."

Josh said nothing more and went to work on both of our essays, his hands flying across the keyboards at a frantic speed. Meanwhile, the urge to have a penis in my mouth and down my throat got stronger, as though I would die of hunger if I ignored it. On pure instinct, I returned to the task at hand with more vigor than ever and continued draining Josh's Johnson with my mouth. Wanting to enhance the sensation further, I lightly caressed the underside of his shaft with my teeth, and I achieved the desired effect when I noticed his hips buckle whilst his toes curled.

"Holy-fucking-shit! Oh-my-God!" he exclaimed as though a taser shocked him. The twitching grew stronger in my mouth with each passing second; the anticipation of it all made me sucker harder and faster, making for a positive feedback loop that I both never wanted to - and couldn't wait to see - end.

. . .

"I'm gonna cum, Kota," I warned my study partner; nevertheless, she kept at it and sucked me off as though her life depended on it - or grade for that matter.

Meanwhile, I kept my eyes glued to the two computer screens and typed at a speed that I wished the people at Guinness World Records were watching right now. I could've sworn that I somehow became the fastest typist in the world in that moment. Not to mention, a torrent of information flooded my mind and manifested in the words appearing on the two laptops - stuff like the various theories on sexuality by Sigmund Freud and the like, or the stuff on evolution from Darwin. In that very moment, it was just me, Kota, and the two laptops - nothing else mattered in the universe except me getting the best head in history, and finishing the two essays before time ran out.