A Friendly Favor

A Friendly Favor

All characters within this short story (and others written by me) are 18+, and entirely a work of fiction.

This story also serves as a spinoff to my other story,

Russian Roulette

.

Based on a dialogue I wrote for the adult flash game, "Super Deepthroat."

Me and Dylan hurried down hall about as quietly as an excited pack of wolves about to pounce on a hare; it was just me, him, and our footsteps echoing all around us.

"H-Hey!" Dylan protested as I dragged him behind me down the hall. "Would you care to explain why the hell you're dragging me with you at the moment?"

"I'll tell you when I can," I snapped. Today was not the day for me to take my time and be friendly. Especially today, as a matter of fact. When I took out my phone to check the time, I felt my heart almost leap out of my mouth.

"Damnit, forty-five minutes left until the exam," I whispered under my breath. I hastened our pace, making us practically run; much to our luck, there was still no one to stop us and ask questions.

A short moment later, I saw a door with a sign on it appear out of the corner of my eye.

Yes! A janitor's closet.

Relief instantly washed over me in an awesome wave, and quickly, I opened the door and shoved Dylan inside before entering. I then shut the door behind me, and felt the darkness swiftly envelope us.

"Really, Kota?" said Dylan with acid in his voice. "Don't tell me you brought me here for a quick fu --"

"No, I didn't," I spat as I searched for a light switch. Once I did, I flipped it on; a light bulb above us flickered on, and continued doing so for the rest of the time we were in that closet.

Today, Dylan was sporting a red hoodie with a white long-sleeve underneath, along with a pair of jeans, blue Converse shoes, and a dark-grey baseball cap worn backwards over his messy blonde hair.

On the other hand, there was me; today, I was wearing my usual pair of grey leggings and a white Calvin Klein tank top, with an unbuttoned red flannel over it. When I looked down at the bucket of water at my feet, I looked into my reflection and took in my details to compose myself -- compared to my best friend (and Dylan's step-brother), Carolyn, I was taller, and had a more athletic physique. Strawberry blonde hair crowned the top of my head, all tied into a neat bun, and behind my contact lenses were a pair of reddish-brown eyes. On my backpack on the floor, was my sewn-in nametag -- Dakota Williams, it read.

"Any time now, Kota?" asked Dylan, his impatience threatening to boil over into outright anger.

"Okay, okay," I said, raising my hands up as a gesture of surrender. "Look, I needed you here today for a quick favor, but it's one that's not exactly what --"

"Come on, Kota. Just spit it out already." Irritated, I take a deep sigh to compose myself.

As you wish, Dylan

.

"I need to...I need to blow you, Dylan," I blurted.

"Oh," was all that Dylan mustered; unsurprisingly, an awkward silence between the two of us followed. There was nothing to break the silence at all (save for my hitched breathing from my ensuing embarrassment), what with everyone being in class, teacher and student alike.

"So," said Dylan, finally breaking the deafening silence. "You're too shy to let me fuck you, so instead, you're gonna just blow me until you get the courage to go all the way."

"NO!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I felt my blush spread across my face; had it not been for the low amount of light in the closet, Dylan would've probably noticed how I was as red as my physics textbook.

"Look," I whispered. "I have an exam for stats in

half an hour

. I need to suck your dick, 'cause apparently, it's supposed to help me memorize things better."

"What?" Dylan stood as still as a tree, his eyes fixated on me, as though he just saw me transform into a flying pig or something.

"Let me put it this way," I said as patiently as I could, though I could've sworn I sounded more condescending than I meant to be. "I suck your cock, swallow your cum. Done deal. Alright?"

"Look," Dylan responded, still confused. "Don't get me wrong, Kota; I'm not against getting my dick sucked, especially by you. But how in the hell is it supposed to help you memorize things. Why don't we just sit down here and study?"

"Because swallowing your cum's supposed to have certain vitamins that help me memorize things like crazy," I blurted again. "While sucking you by itself would act as some form of muscle memory and as a way to pace myself. Okay?" Slowly, Dylan began to reach for his belt while still all confused, judging by his face.

"I shouldn't have to keep telling you this, but

don't

believe everything you read on the internet, Kota," he said, sighing. "You know what? Whatever. Let's just get this over with. I could use a...mouth...to get a load off me anyway."

"Whatever you say, Dylan. The site I learned this off of had some Latin text in it, so it's probably true," I snapped, mildly annoyed by his sudden horniness. Once his dick was out and his pants were all the way down to his ankles, I jumped at the sight of it, but not for the reasons you'd think.

"Oh, God," I blurted. "Even in this dimness, I can see it."

"You impressed or intimidated, Kota?" Dylan asked, still standing there as stiffly as his cock. "I mean, there

are

other ways to go about --"

"No, no," I interrupted. "I don't have time. I couldn't even bother cheating if I tried; the teacher said he'd be watching over us like a hawk today." I then got down on my knees; by that point my heart really started to race, and it felt as though it was about to burst out of my chest at any moment.

"So, you're sure about this?"

"Seeing as I'm out of choices now, Dylan, my only answer to that is 'yes.'" Without another word, I opened my mouth and got to work. Not knowing where to even start, I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked on it for a good several moments. Meanwhile, Dylan winced at the sensation at first, but then slowly eased into it.

"Well," he said awkwardly. "This, coming from you, feels weird and great all at once."

Instead of responding, I continued with my little experiment and kept sucking the tip. About a second later though, I then felt Dylan graze his hand against the back of my head; when I looked into his eyes and noticed his desperation for more, I granted his request -- I took his cock deeper into my mouth and sucked harder. To add to the sensation, I flicked my tongue against the tip this time, as well as took hold of his knees.

A "pop" sound echoed around us in the closet when I pulled back to breathe. "How'd you like that?" I remarked breathily.

"It was...good," Dylan responded, with shock and awe on his face.

"Good," I said; I returned to sucking him again, and this time, I took him even deeper, to the point where half of him was down my throat. When I pulled back again for a breather, I started to feel dizzy from the lack of air; on the other hand, a wave of information I remembered reading about from last week suddenly came to me.

"I remember now!" I exclaimed at random. "World War II started in September, when the German army utilized the strategy of 'blitzkrieg' against Poland."

Dylan's expression quickly transformed into downright confusion. "What?" he asked.

"World War II started in September, when the German army utilized the strategy of 'blitzkrieg' against Poland," I repeated.

"Right. I...look forward to seeing how much smarter you'll get just by

blowing

me."

"Whatever, Dylan," I replied quickly, before returning to my little experiment. I picked up the pace and began bobbing my head on him even faster, taking him in inch by inch into my mouth, all without even using my hands.

Meanwhile, with all the patience of a spoiled baby by this point, Dylan grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself all the way into my throat.

"Fine then," he grunted. "Since you say you're getting so smart from this, let's see you turn into a blue-faced Albert Einstein then." For the next five seconds or so (what I could only consider the next five years for all I cared), I held Dylan's manhood all the way into the back of my throat, and much to my surprise, I didn't even feel myself gag for much of that time; on the other hand, the dizziness started to settle in, despite my best attempts at breathing through my nose.

"Come on, Kota," Dylan grunted again. "I'm not letting go until you turn blue." After several slaps at his thighs, Dylan finally released me from his grasp; immediately, I coughed, gagged, and gasped for air, spit flying from my mouth and drenching Dylan's cock.

Oh...God

, I thought.

That was kinda...hot.

"Well, that was...exhilarating," I gasped. Meanwhile, I felt more information flooding my mind like crazy -- not only was I remembering various important dates and people from World War II, but what the quadratic formula was, how to handle series and sequences and use sigma notation, among a bunch of other stuff. Hell, when Dylan re-entered my mouth and stuffed himself all the way down my throat to hold himself in there for another couple of seconds, I swore that for a moment, I was hallucinating a diagram of the Pythagorean theorem, along with what sine, cosine and tangent were, ignoring the torrent of my saliva slowly coating his cock.

"God! I'm amazed I haven't even cum yet," he grunted, his hands holding on to the back of my head for dear life. When I tapped his thigh again with one hand, he pulled out; thick strings of my spit connected me to the tip of his cock, and along with that, I could see the subtle glistening of his pre- cum slowly streaming out.

When I pulled out my phone to check for the time, my heart started to race when I realized I had only ten minutes left until the exam.

"Curses!" I exclaimed. "I've only ten minutes left. Quick, proceed to repeatedly thrust in and out of my mouth until climax with as much vigor as you can muster. Take care to ejacu --"

Without a moment's hesitation, and a look on his face akin to a child who'd just been given a 100% discount at a candy store, Dylan rammed himself into my mouth again and pounded it hard, both his hands grasping my head for stability. Meanwhile, I continued to cough and gag, spit flying out and drenching Dylan's member; on the other hand, there was that resultant dizziness I got from being gagged that I slowly came to find intoxicating. I just kept wanting more.

"Keep...going," I said through mouthfuls of Dylan's impressive phallus. Shortly after that, I started tasting something slightly salty.

"Ungh...fuck!" Dylan swore as he continued thrusting. "Your throat's so tight...I'm gonna cum any second now."

Ooh. I can't wait to see what happens.

"I'm cumming in your mouth!" Dylan continued. Before I knew it, I felt him erupt, gushing torrent upon torrent of his seed onto my tongue and down my throat; eagerly, I swallowed as much as I could to really maximize the effects of his seed on my intelligence. Once I pulled out and swallowed it all, I licked the remnants off my lips and swallowed that too.

"Mm. That was surprisingly good," I said.

"Yeah," said Dylan, dumbfounded, his eyes wide open, as though he'd just witnessed a unicorn flying along the arches of a double rainbow.

Meanwhile, I pulled out my phone once again to check the time. "Shit! Five minutes left before the exam." Quickly, I got back onto my feet and shouldered my bag. "Thanks for the study-drink," I said breathily. I then kissed Dylan on the cheek, and left without a word.

Yep, I'm definitely feeling smarter now; I gotta try that again soon.