“You were supposed to tech me how to ski, though.” I said, climbing into the bed, and pulling up the dividing pillows.
Nobody wanted any “accidents”.
“You’re too old dude.” He laughed and continued to flex in the mirror.
“I’m only 28!” I shouted with mock indignation. “And no boob play in the room dude. Keep that shit for your gym weirdos.”
He grinned at me in the mirror and bounced his large, overly defined pecs in my direction.
“You’re just mad cos you can’t have any.”
In reality, I had had dreams about those glorious pecs of his. Waking nightmares where I risked it all and made a move on the hottest body builder I knew. Where he threw me back easily and turned his back on me forever.
He knew I had a thing for him, and loved to tease me about it. Making sure we got the same room on this ski trip was just the latest in his targeted torment of me!
I turned away and went to bed, hoping he hadn’t seen my rapidly stiffening dick.
*Deep breaths*. I thought to myself. *Serenity now*.
Surya finally relented and stopped texting before turning off the lights and climbing into bed next to me. He’s shirtless – as usual – but with sweatpants.
After a few minutes I hear him rolling and moving, shaking the bed.
“Wanna get in this selfie?” He suddenly says over the divider, shoving the bright glowing screen in my face.
“Knock it off asshole.” I shout and shove it back to him.
“I’m just trying to juice your IG numbers, yo.” He laughs and takes a selfie before shoving his phone under the pillow.
“Keep this up and this divider won’t protect you from me.” I threaten.
“Yeah? I’d like to see you try.” I thought I heard something else in his voice. A challenge? A *dare*? I almost laughed at the insanity of the notion.
“Serenity now.” I muttered and he rolled his eyes.
“You know you can’t just say that part.” He reaches up and rubs my ears, making me shudder. He *knew* I had really sensitive ears! “Serenity now…***insanity, later***”
What’s that?
That sound?
I open my eyes and look around. I try to place what I’m seeing my I can barely make anything out. Just indistinct blobs in my periphery and a big quivery mass hanging over me.
*Surya*
He was kneeling over me. One hand cupped under his dick, the other furiously masturbating. His eyes were closed, his face pointed upwards. Sweat ran down his body and tingled when it splashed down on me. Like a soft rain.
I first took a moment to marvel. His dick was beautiful. I had seen it before of course. But never like this. *Alive*. Fully alive and beating to his rhythm. It was the same dark brown as the rest of his skin and almost seemed to glow.
Then the realization hit me.
He was jerking off over my face!
And by the sounds of it, reaching his limit.
My penis strained against my pyjamas and quickly, easily slid free. It began throbbing in time with his.
And he started moaning quietly. Trying to muffle. I pulled his hand away and he suddenly started realizing too late that I was awake.
For the first time since I met him in college five years ago, Surya looked terrified. His smile fell and he seemed about to talk. To apologize.
I had to stop him. I had to do something!
I reached up and pushed a finger deep into his ass.
He moaned very loudly and his knees shook, then buckled.
His dick slid directly, gently into my open mouth.
Further. He kept going further. Deeper than I’d ever imaged possible. It felt as though it went on forever until finally his curly pubes ground into my nose. My eyes watered but my throat fought trying to fit this precious gift.
“Oh fuck dude.” He managed to say before I found his prostate and *pushed*.
“Ohhhhh fuuucccckkk duuuuuuudddeee–” He exhaled hard and shook then began to cum. Again and again. I swallowed as hard as I could but there seemed to be a constant stream.
Almost involuntarily, my hand reached down and pulled on my own penis hard – once, twice – and my whole body spasmed and I shot out several ropes of cum, hitting loudly into Surya’s back.
I was moaning into his dick but he let out only a few more dribbles before he gasped and pulled out.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/81smb2/mm_oral_you_were_supposed_to_teach_me_to_ski