Post-game blow job seduction [MM]

Matt & I had been friends for years. We were in college now, but since high school I’d had off-and-on physical feelings for him. He was tall, fit, and smooth-chested with blondish-ginger hair and a shy smile that could melt ice. I was bisexual, and although it was unspoken he pretty much knew that. But I also knew my feelings for him weren’t reciprocal, and I accepted that too. So this sort of went on in the background of our relationship, even as we both talked about girls over the years.

One night we talked about school and sports, and eventually we came around to Jennifer, the girl he’d started spending more time with. Things had momentum, apparently. On our second beer, I went for details. To my surprise, nothing physical had happened between them yet. He wouldn’t say much more, but he did let on that he had stopped masturbating almost a month ago. Saving up seed was something he and I had talked about and would do from time to time. He thought it was contributing to their positive energy, and they would “see where it led”.

Later that weekend, Matt & I joined some other guys for a game of pickup football at the park. Matt was the quarterback on my team. As we played in the summer sun, he got sweaty and his face reddened. I liked having him in charge – calling plays, completing passes, winning the respect of other guys. At some point he took off his shirt, and my feelings for him rushed back in full force. I watched the sweat drip down his muscular back, and my mind began to wander. Knowing he hadn’t cum in so long turned me on even more. I imagined his sweaty back arched up as he bounced between Jennifer’s knees, his mouth hanging wide open as he savored the sweetness of finally putting his cock back in action.

“Pay attention, man,” came the voice calling me back to the game. We finished the game and drove back to Matt’s apartment to clean up.

He let me shower first. When I was done I sat on the couch in a pair of sweats. While he was in the shower, I pulled up porn on my phone and started to jack off. I turned on the TV to cover the sound.

Eventually, Matt came out of the shower in a towel. We’d been in locker rooms many times together, but it had been a while. My heart beat faster as I savored the sight of his pecs, biceps, and torso while he stood there watching TV. He made some admiring comments about an attractive newswoman. Still distracted by her, he removed his towel and lifted one leg at a time onto a chair as he dried each leg in turn. Hiding my hard on, I gazed at his muscular thighs and his plump, round glutes. He stood up and dried his back, his fulsome, fap-deprived cock dangling casually against his fat, neatly-shaved balls. Damn, how I wanted that cock. And I wanted it now, before Jennifer got any more of it. He stepped into a pair of boxer briefs and pulled them up. I drew up my courage and threw caution to the wind.

“You know, I could just suck you off now,” I blurted, turning off the TV, “you don’t have to wait for her.”

“What?” he asked.
“I can suck your cock. Better than Jennifer can too.”

He stared at me – confused, and then nervous. He looked away, blushed, and fumbled around for his pants.

I pushed play on my phone and turned it towards him. This was unfair, I knew, but I was feeling desperate.

“Like that,” I said, “I’ll suck you like that.”

I got up and stepped towards him. Loud slurping noises played from the phone. Matt watched the bobbing head of the girl on the phone, looked at me incredulously, and then looked back at the screen.

“C’mon, lemme try”, I said.

The bobbing girl was fondling her breasts now. I set the phone on the floor and knelt down in front of him. He trembled a little but didn’t back away. Calmly, I reached up and tugged down his waistband. His cock popped out and flailed around semi-hard as I slid his briefs down his legs. I smelled his freshly-showered cockmeat as it glistened inches away from me. With my left hand I reached out and grasped his fleshy asscheek, squeezing its puffy firmness against my palm.

He wouldn’t look at me, but he folded his arms and spread his feet like he wasn’t going anywhere. His cock rose the rest of the way, and I gently grasped it with my right hand. I wiped it along my face leaving a streak of precum behind, then licked gently at his tip a few times. He closed his eyes, and I watched his diaphragm quiver through a series of short, panting breaths. I opened my mouth and took him in, wrapping my tongue around his shaft, and then sucking long and hungrily on the whole length of it, the first cock I had ever sucked. He winced and looked around nervously. I bobbed down to the base and felt his tip against the inside of my cheek. His hand reached down, clasped the hair on top of my head, and pushed me up and down to his hairless groin. I gagged a bit, sucked some more, and looked up at him with my lips around his cock. At long last he looked back at me. Still gripping his ass, I gently probed my middle finger between his cheeks.

“Uhh fuck!” he gasped.

I felt his ass tighten and release as he exploded.

“Uhhhh!” he groaned, flooding my mouth with gobs of warm, musty semen. I held in as much as I could, but it spilled out my lips and onto the floor. I took his cock out to catch my breath, tasting his thick, gluey wad as it swirled around my mouth.

“Uhhh! … Uhhh!” he groaned, spewing more and more of his thick, clearish spunk onto my face and chest with each violent pulse.

I coughed, swallowed a gulp of his cum, and licked my lips. Finally I let go of his ass to wipe the glutinous mess from my eyes. He stood there, astonished and spent. Slowly I got up, stood next to him, and kissed him. He worked his tongue through the semen in my mouth and around the inside of my cheeks where his cock had just been. Splotches of his semen dripped down my face, chest, and legs. He reached down, gripped my cock, and stroked me with his cum-lubed fingers. Within seconds, I blew shot after shot of my own ejaculate onto his stomach and legs. We kissed again, fell onto the couch and lay there silently together as the video ran through the next scene.

That was the first and last time we did anything. Matt was quiet about it for a long while. Eventually he admitted he had been curious and enjoyed it. But he also made clear it was a one-time thing for him. He went on to have a long relationship with Jennifer, and he told me about how they fucked with all of the passion I had imagined for them. He and I are still friends today, and mostly now it’s like it never happened. But sometimes when I see him with his shirt off in the sun, my mind wanders back to that afternoon.

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