An attempt at emotional support, spoiled (sort of) by an ill-timed wet dream [MM]

*Loosely based on a true story (that I heard about in a Reddit comment a couple months ago I think)*

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I could barely contain myself as I rode the elevator up to Luke’s apartment. What had started as a one-night stand off of Grindr had turned into a string of recurring hookups over the past few months, always casual but passionate and so satisfying. And I sure could use some satisfaction after the last few weeks of stressing out over exams, work, and a nasty case of blue balls I hadn’t had a spare moment to take care of. Remember how I said I could barely contain myself? Yeah, I meant that in more ways than one.

Luke heard the elevator ding and opened his door as I approached. “Hey there, sexy,” I said, smiling.

“Hey,” he said, meeting me with a kiss but cutting it off before we got into our usual “*Shut up and fuck me like the world is ending*” routine. He gestured me inside, but seemed a little muted or distracted.

“Everything okay?” I asked, mentally Horse Whisperer-ing my throbbing boner to calm down for, like, a minute.

“Yeah, no it’s fine. It’s great to see you, really.” He made an effort to lighten up a bit, pulling me in for a slightly longer kiss. Then he broke it off, sighing. “I’m just… A little thrown off today. I, uh…. got fired.”

“Oh, fuck. Shit, man, I’m sorry. That sucks balls.” I tend to wax poetic when providing emotional support. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Luke rubbed a hand back over his shaved head, his shirt lifting up just enough to give me a glimpse of the smooth, dark skin of his stomach, a hint of pubic hair peeking out that hadn’t been there last time. My erection had mostly subsided, but nonetheless I felt (a little) guilty for thirsting like this. The throbbing ache in my balls was punishment enough, though. “No, not really,” he said, pulling me back into the here and now. His other hand still in mine, he led me over to the couch and we sat close together. “There’s not much to talk about, really. Layoffs, cutbacks, yadda yadda yadda. It sucks. I’ll find something, get a couple resumes out tomorrow, probably get a gig pretty soon, but I’m just a little off today. If it’s okay with you, I’m probably not in the mood to fuck today.”

“No, of course that’s fine,” I said. And I meant it… But at the same time, my crotch was screaming out in despair, while I fought to concentrate on Luke. We might not have been the closest friends, but I did care about him and I could see he was really upset. I was happy to be there for him, and if that meant waiting until later to get myself off, then so be it. I’d just have to put that need for physical intimacy out of my mind for now.

Luke rested a hand on my thigh. *Oh fuck*, I thought, as my cock throbbed again, straining against my jeans. “Maybe a little cuddling,” he said, giving me a little smile as he tucked his legs up onto my lap as he drew me into a long, deep kiss. “And a little making out,” he whispered as his warm lips parted from mine.

“I… could do that. If it would help you feel better…” My breath was already ragged. God, I wanted his cock in my ass, or mine in his mouth, or my tongue slipping deep into his –

His warm, damp face resting on my shoulder. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

What followed was maybe half an hour of torturous, maddening, delicious makeout. It was the emotion, the desire, the *need* for touch and comfort, that it made so sweet and passionate and fucking *hot*. Luke’s bulging arms wrapped tight around me, and mine around him (I wasn’t quite as bulging – I mean, at least not in the arms). Our hands ran all over each other, as if quantity of skin-to-skin contact alone would solve every problem. It kind of did, for a little while at least. And all the while we kissed long and deep and wet and hot and sloppy, totally lost in each other.

Finally, just as I was starting to feel Luke might be moving past *sensual* to join me in *sexual*, he pulled away and laid a hand on my cheek. “Let’s move to the bedroom,” he said, and before I could hastily blurt my eager assent, he continued: “I think what I really need is a nap. This has been… extremely enjoyable… but I really just need to calm down and clear my mind a bit. The stress and everything… I’m just mentally exhausted, you know? Come on – you can be the big spoon.”

I couldn’t say no to that, but nonetheless I sighed internally as I yet again tried to quiet my loins. We stripped to our shirts and underwear, and I tried not to make my bulging erection too obvious as I slipped under the covers and wrapped my arms around Luke. I always loved getting my hands around those big arms, that big hulking chest, that big juicy ass. I refrained from the latter for now, though, resting my hand on his pecs and giving him a single kiss on the neck as I snuggled in. “Mmmm,” he said quietly, sleepily. “Thanks for this.”

I got as close as I could without pressing my boner too hard against his back. I prayed that it would subside soon as long as I kept pressure off of it. Soon, however – mercifully soon – my body calmed down as I relaxed, enjoying the feeling of warmth and safety as we lay together in innocent sleepiness. Luke’s breathing slowed and grew steady, and mine gradually synced with his, and together we relaxed in the warm embrace.

Then I was back in my room, the room I grew up in, pop band and anime posters covering the walls. I was back in my own bed, the safest place in the world for me, the one place I could be myself and be comfortable. The door securely locked, the lights low, the bed warm around me. My late-teen libido at its height, I was in the same position I spent so many late nights in during those years – face-down under my covers, naked, the thin sheets gliding over my ass as I arched my back forward and backward, grinding my rock-hard cock against the mattress, my hands grabbing at the bed, at my chest, at my own ass, the pleasure slowly building, building, until I feel like I’m going to burst, until…

I burst. Lights flash in my head as rope after rope blasts out of my tensing cock, and I can feel the warmth of the cum as some of it splatters on my chest. As my head clears, I feel the intense, cooling relief as my balls at long last empty themselves and… and… and I remember where I am. I open my eyes and panic.

Half-sitting up, I slowly pull down the duvet covering Luke’s bed. In the half-light coming through the curtains, I see exactly what I’d hoped I wouldn’t… The head of my erect dick peeking out above the waistband of my underwear. A last drop of cum oozing out as I shift position. And, lifting the duvet slightly more, I see the wide, dark expanse of Luke’s back, mostly exposed as his shirt had ridden up during the nap, and now utterly covered with a spray of thick, pearly-white cum. Oh shit.

“Ohhhh *shit*,” I whispered to myself. I felt horrible. I was supposed to be providing simple emotional support and now, without his consent, while he was *sleeping*, I’d just jizzed all over Luke. And his bedsheets. And, indeed, my own chest. Jesus, I really was backed up…

Quickly, quietly, I tried to sit up properly and compose myself. Slowly, gently, I pulled off my shirt and attempted to wipe as much of my load as possible off of Luke. I’d gotten about half of it off when he started to move. I froze.

“Did…” he asked groggily. “Did you… cum on me?”

“Ssssshhhhhit. Shit, I’m sorry, Luke. I didn’t mean to, I just…” He sat up, reaching around to feel just how soaked he was, then removed his shirt as he turned to face me. For the first time in my life, I felt like a pervert, but, you know, not in a good way. “I’m sorry,” I said again, looking into his eyes.

I wasn’t sure how to read the expression I saw. Confusion? Disgust? Rage? I was still trying to figure that out when he tossed the dampened shirt on the floor and pulled me into a fierce, heavy kiss. I was too shocked to feel guilty, relieved, or even turned on. I kissed back.

“Such a mess you made,” he said, barely waiting to pull his lips away from mine before speaking. Suddenly he was pushing me back, his lips wrapping around my cock, greedily sucking me clean. “Such a waste,” he said, glancing at our shirts lying on the floor, and at the wet stains on the sheet. “I guess I didn’t really give you a chance at getting satisfaction. Still, you didn’t have to just *use* me like that.”

All it had taken was a couple seconds in his hot mouth to get me back to full, raging erection. I needed more. I needed him. “How… how can I make it up to you?” I asked, out of breath already.

Luke smiled. Pulling back the sheets, he revealed his own throbbing erection. “I guess I’ll just have to use you, in return.” I was practically drooling, watching his eight-inch cock bobbing excitedly, glistening with precum, just begging to be sucked. Luke had different ideas.

Moving me around effortlessly, he got me on all fours, waiting patiently to be fucked at his leisure. He didn’t keep me waiting. As soon as he got a condom and some lube on, I felt his fingers tease my hole for just a few seconds before his cock was pressing its way slowly in. I moaned into the mattress, my face pressing into my own cum-stains as he slid in, inch by inch, until his balls pressed against my ass. His big hands squeezed my hips and I let out a little moan.

Then he fucked me, fast and deep and long like only Luke could. I gripped the pillows tight in my fists, gasping and moaning and trying not to cum again. I didn’t often cum hands-free, but Luke’s perfectly curved cock always hit me just right. I was just about to burst, just inches from wasting another load, when Luke smoothly pulled out, slapped my ass, and sat me up again. I was dazed, breathless, cum-hungry, as I watched him stand up and pull off his condom.

“Now,” he said, stepping right up to me, “This is how to make proper use of a cum-load.” I smiled hazily, nodded, and opened up. That beautiful, brown, veiny cock slid in and in until I gagged, just a little, then drew my tongue back along its length. The latex taste of the condom was quickly overpowered by delicious, salty precum, and I relished every second he was in my mouth. After our first few encounters, we had eased up on our diligent condom usage and now used them only intermittently. Health risk or not, we were comfortable enough with each other, and at this point, practically exclusive. And we couldn’t get enough of each other’s cum.

I licked, gagged, sucked, and kissed his bare cock with abandon, unable to wait, eager to make up for my mistake. Finally, I redeemed myself. Luke’s breathing hitched as I bobbed deeper and deeper on his erection, and he groaned emphatically, as I had heard happily so many times before. I knew just when to give a final, vacuum-like suction, pop my lips off of him, and open wide, my hand wrapped around him feeling the load shooting along his shaft. Finally, bursts of hot cum hit my tongue and throat, matching my orgasm in intensity if not in volume. It was just a few delicious sprays, but I made sure to catch every last drop, showing it to Luke diligently before swallowing it in one wonderful gulp.

Luke leaned forward, breathing heavily, and kissed my forehead. “There,” he said, “Now you’ve just about made it right.”

I laughed, still a little cum-drunk. “Just about? Not quite?”

“No, not quite.” He pushed me back into a reclining position, so I was resting against the pillows as he moved to straddle me. “You gave me some pretty nice dreams, you know. All that grinding against my ass. Dreamed I had a real nice guy, big burly bear-type, fucking me raw and deep. Now I can’t get it out of my head. Do you think there’s any way you could help me with that?”

“Hmm,” I pondered. “Well, I’m sure, given a few months, I could bulk up a bit, maybe hit otter status, but you know me. I’m a born twink. Textbook.” Luke grinned, positioning himself over my cock, now as streaked with precum as his was earlier. “But… I’ll do my best in the meantime.”

“Good,” he said. He squirted out just a few drops of lube to get himself ready, then lowered himself against my dripping erection. “Besides, if you’re anything like me, it’ll take more than one orgasm to really clear up a bad case of blue balls. Might as well make this one count.” And with that, he slid my cock into his tight, muscular ass.

He was right, after all – it was an incredible release when I came earlier, both in the dream and on his back. But I could still feel that tightness, that blockage feeling, that I couldn’t wait to clear out. As my cock throbbed its way slowly into Luke’s asshole, that tightness grew almost unbearably. My balls ached again, not as bad as before but now with an eagerness, a desperation to release their load and fill Luke up. I moaned, pulled Luke in for a sloppy kiss, and moaned again into his mouth.

He took me in in one smooth descent, and when his ass came to rest against my legs, he started moving up again. Right up to the tip, so close that I almost popped out, then he was going back down – he knew my dick almost as well as I did. Up, down, up, down, finding a rhythm that increased ever so slowly. I bucked my hips in time with him, trying to bury every inch, every quarter-inch I had, as deep into him as he could take it. Now he sat upright, hands on his athletic thighs, to more easily bob his body up and down. His breathing, too, took on a deep, shaky rhythm as beads of sweat crawled down his working muscles.

Now Luke’s hands took hold of my hips as mine found his cock, already rock-hard again as it twitched and bobbed. I took his shaft in both hands, working back and forth, and I reached farther down to get at his taint. My fingers found it hot and slick, and I got to work stimulating his prostate from the outside even as my cock was working it on the inside. His deep, rumbly grunts told me he was as close to orgasm as I was.

Suddenly, to my shock, Luke pulled my hands off of his cock and leaned forward to pin them onto the mattress on either side of my head. “You already made me cum,” he said, breathlessly, “Now it’s time to give me a proper load. Use me again, and this time we won’t waste a drop.”

The mix of simultaneous domination and submission was one of the biggest things that had made us perfect sexual partners for each other. Now it felt like it was reaching its peak, and so was I. I gasped as he slammed my arms onto the bed and began to hammer me – or hammer himself? With me? Regardless, obviously, I fucking blew my load. Pretty much instantly.

I arched back into the mattress, my breath hitching as I rammed Luke’s throbbing ass, and waves of pleasure burst through me as I let loose. I felt blast after blast of cum coursing through my cock and into Luke, where it flowed hot around my head and shaft. Luke slowed to savor the feeling, finally getting the load he deserved.

As the last drops left me, he sank deeper onto me until I was fully buried in him once again, and I almost thought he was crying as he hunched over, trembling. Then I noticed his stomach muscles clenching as he, too, rode over the edge of a body-shaking orgasm. His grip on my wrists tightened painfully, and I let out a little yelp that was quickly cut off as a rope of Luke’s cum shot right onto my face. “Oh, fuck yes,” I breathed, as a few more precious sprays of his second load in fifteen minutes coated my heaving chest and stomach.

We sat there slowly catching our breath for a minute, until Luke loosened his grip on my arms and lowered himself to kiss me. Slowly, slowly, he pulled himself up off of me, and my semi-hard cock landed on my stomach with a wet slap. Only a couple drops leaked out of him as he moved to lie down next to me. “I think we’re about even now,” he whispered into my ear. He kissed my lips again, then my neck, then worked down bit by bit, kissing and licking up his cum before it got cold. Then one more kiss on my mouth, long and deep and warm, and then finally, he snuggled his head into my shoulder.

“Well, uh, I think that talk really helped. And the other stuff sure didn’t hurt. Thanks for being here for me, really.” Luke wrapped his hand around mine. I feel a lot better now. You?”

With my balls utterly drained, my mouth still tasting of Luke’s cum, and my limbs entwined sweatily with his, I said, “Yeah, Luke. I feel pretty good too.”

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/bvsp8m/an_attempt_at_emotional_support_spoiled_sort_of