A Corrupted Mind

So my friend and I were watching some hawt lesbian porn on teevee while sitting on his couch. We were both jerking off slowly with blankets covering ourselves, but it was obvious that we were jerking off as the blanket was moving up and down.

I bet him that my cock was bigger than his. He said that there was no way, even though he was shorter in stature than me. I told him to prove it. He gulped nervously and slowly moved the blanket down so I could see his twitching cock. I, in retaliation, pulled the blanket down from its place in my lap. We scooted closer together to get a better look at each others penises.

We determined, to my slight shame, that his penis was better than mine. While mine was a touch longer, his made that up and a little more in girth.

With that out of the way we slowly jerked out cocks in the open, and I watched him out of the corner of my eye. I thought maybe that he was watching me, too, a flicker of a glance now and then.

I told him that his form was atrocious and that a monkey could jerk his cock better. His indignant reply was rebuffed as he watched me. He tried to copy what I was doing but failed miserably. He asked me if I could help him. I bit my lip in indecision. I knew it would be what the kids nowadays called 'gay,' but the sight of his thick, veiny cock pulsing in the open air had my own cock twinging in a way that I couldn’t really describe.

I slowly reached over to his man-meat. My first touch was tentative, barely there at all. I grew bolder. My second touch was more what I thought I would like from someone touching me. Firmer and more stimulating. I soon was masturbating him with fervour, touching him in all the places I liked to be touched, pulling out all the stops I could remember and make up on the spot. His groans and low moaning were encouraging me to work even harder.

He bit out "I'm going to cum if you keep this up" so slowed at first, then stopped. He had a look of pained indecision on his face. Should he ask me to keep going and cum, or should he wait for what was to come next, I was sure he was asking himself.

I told him it was my turn now. He looked reluctant, but he was grateful to me for the pleasure I had given him at his request so he reached over to me, much bolder than I had been, but maybe that was the extreme arousal and sexual frustration he was experiencing. He was rough.

His form WAS terrible, that wasn’t just a lie to get his cock into my hands (although that DID play a part in my comment, ohyes) I was wincing and ouching almost as much as I was mmm-ing and groaning. He noticed my discomfort. He seemed, at first, disappointed that he couldn’t bring me the pleasure that I had so graciously bestowed on him, then apprehension, then determination mixed with arousal.

I barely noticed any of this. He started to bend over from where he was sitting. I had my eyes in slits so I didn’t even notice what he was doing until I felt the tip of his hot, wet tongue touch the shaft of my cock. I almost came right there, I swear, which would have been quite embarrassing for me. But I kept myself in check and he started to lick the shaft in long, sweet strokes. I didn’t even offer a token protest, as this not only felt gloriously pleasureful, but it soothed the hurt he had made in his amateurish attempts to jerk me off .

He took the head of my cock in his mouth in his mouth and I groaned, which turned into a full-throated moan when he slid down, taking the rest of my cock in his mouth all at once. As he lashed the underside of my cock with his tongue while my cock was stuffed in his mouth I squirmed and entangled my hands into his slightly curly hair. I would almost describe it as wavy, I though with detached amusement. Then I re-realized where I was and what was happening to me, and almost shot my load once again.

I had to tell him to stop, I knew I did. I couldn’t leave him hanging if I were to cum, but it felt so damned good!

As I looked around in my plight I noticed that the porn that had held our attentions so vividly before was still running in the background. Inspiration struck like a bite on my cock just at the right moment to bring me the most pleasure. Wait, that WAS a bite at just the right moment! Damn, what he lacked in hand-job skills he sure made up in the fellatio department. Anyways, inspiration still struck and I told him to bring his cock to me while I was holding his head in place over my cock. He got the message and was soon kneeling with his legs on either side of my head.

I licked my lips and slowly brought my mouth up to where his sadly neglected cock was waiting. I gave it a big lick from head to balls and then let my hot breath trail over the line of moisture I had made. He moaned around my cock, the vibrations that caused almost sending me into a frenzy. I realized I couldn’t hold on much longer. I swallowed his cock down to the root and started messaging his balls lightly.

I was in heaven. Even the day before I definitely would not have said that what I considered heaven was a male mouth sucking my cock and said males cock buried so deep in my throat I could barely believe it, but here I was, in ecstasy.

I felt his body quiver when he told me that he was going to cum. I felt the cum pulse through his throbbing cock and the next thing I knew, it was exploding into my mouth. The amount caught me off guard. It never looked like a lot when I would masturbate, but it managed to fill my whole mouth. I had to gulp down some of his hot salty cum to be able to hold all of it. The intoxicating feeling of his cum sliding down my throat slowly, with more still waiting in my mouth to be swallowed, sent me over the brink.

He felt my firm cock twitch with delight and oncoming orgasm. He lifted his mouth off of my member and tried to sit up before I came, but it was too late. I projected my hot load onto his face. I let out a moan of bliss as my cock twitched and let out the last little bit of jizz, making it drip down my now satisfied penis.
I finished swallowing the last bit of his load in my mouth. I had wanted to savour it, but I had a feeling that he wanted to get off of me.

He sat up and I realized that he left my load on his face. I slowly sat up and leaned gently towards him. I started to lick it off of his face. He started to giggle, and claimed that it tickled. I wanted to kiss him at this point, but he showed no signs of wanting to, so I didn’t.

After all of it was licked off his face, we sat slightly nervously, avoiding eye contact with each other.

I decided that I should go home, and I told him so. He sounded a little disappointed, but he didn’t protest. I had a feeling that this was only the beginning of our sexual endeavours.