The next night I crash at Phil's place again because why the fuck not. Lights are off and I get the same feeling as last night. Now, earlier on I had asked about blowjobs and whether it was considered foreplay or something else. Well I brought it up again to jog his memory and he smiled like I signed over my first-born. Phil gets out of the cuddling position and slides down to my already hard erection. As he slid my briefs down I felt his hand sliding from my stomach to the base of my penis. He didn't exactly laugh, more like giggled as he started stroking 9 inches of "is this happening?". Phil licked his lips and started with the tip. A light lick to start it off, then he ran his lips down the base leaving behind a spit trail for what happened next. Phil stuck his tongue out and in one lick went from balls to tip. All this teasing was nice but I was ready for the real thing. Phil decided to suck the tip while with one hand stroking me and the other resting on my stomach, and then it started. From the tip to stomach I felt his throat and heard a mixture of moaning and slurping as he took inch after inch bobbing and lubricating. I was about to put my hand on the back of his neck when he stopped, looked at me and said "That's all you're getting tonight." Phil's an asshole.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3c2x11/well_that_was_different_part_2