“Fuck… Aaaah…. Hummm…”
“Just like mine!” He laughed.
Thankfully, he did not spend too much time on them or I am pretty sure I could not have controlled my ejaculation.
As I had found out not so long ago, my nipples were apparently a switch to open the tap and let the milk start coming.
He moved on to my abs, and then to my thighs, reaching new sensitive areas of mine, especially around my groin.
“Relax, Blake, you’re very tense.”
“I’m relaxing… I… This feels nice.” I blurted out.
“Good… Look, I’m not usually the one doing this sort of things, just shut your eyes and try to get the most out of it.”
Indeed, Joe was not usually in this position.
In a way, I felt honoured, it was like our assigned roles by the Universe had been reversed. He was servicing me.
Once again, I fell in a state between sleep and consciousness, and once again, it was the contact with another sensitive part of my body, – by far, the most sensitive in fact -, which made me come back to reality.
As I had drifted off, Joe had grabbed my leaking cock!
He was even holding it, no, he was stroking it, with his two farmer’s hands.
Fuck, that felt nice!
“Joe….”
“Shh…”
“What are you doing? Hmmm… What’s happening?”
“You’re dripping all over, boy, that juice needs to come out. Blue balls ain’t good for anyone.”
“But…. Hmmm….”
He accelerated his pace, fully jerking me off at this point.
“I’m only here to help relaxing all of your muscles. Trust me.”
“Fuck… Joe… Yes… That’s… That’s crazy though…”
“As you know, I like a work well-done.”
On these words, he spat on my cock and resumed his vigorous stroking.
This part did not last long, although I was not too sure of when it had started, I came in less than a minute, all over my chest, up to my chin, and on Joe’s hands.
I had not warned him. My spunk had flown out of my dick before I had fully time to process what was happening.
As always, Joe reacted very casually.
“Wow, that’s a big creamy mess.”
He smeared his coated-with-sperm hands to wipe them off on the side part of my chest which had not been hit by my fire.
“I’m so sorry, Joe, I…”
“Not again!”
He put his hand on my mouth to make me shut up but, as a result, I was incidentally slurping on my own cum.
“Stop apologizing for being a man, for having a dick between your legs, for getting hard, for nutting! For the love of God, society must stop castrating men!”
I nodded yes.
He let go of me.
“You’re right.” I ended-up saying.
This was something Joe liked very much, hearing that he was right.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked me, in a friendlier manner.
“Much better, thank you. Really.”
He smiled and left the room.
I was left there, my own cum drying on my naked body.
Once again, things had escalated beyond what I had anticipated but once again, I had thoroughly enjoyed it… And I think that was what scared me the most.
But this was not even the biggest incident that happened that day.
After napping for the rest of the afternoon and sharing a dinner in front of the television (beef and potatoes), I thought that we were done but Joe had another surprise for me.
As I was preparing my bed to go to sleep, a naked and wet Joe barged into my room through the door adjacent to our common bathroom.
“Blake!” He howled.
I jumped and turned around.
My eyes widened at the size of his cock, hard as a rock, looking humongous as ever. Always impressive.
I mean, I could swear it was nearly twelve inches of heavy meat! TWELVE! You have read that right.
“What is it, Joe? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine but man, I need some help with that. I need to go to bed but I have to get rid of this.” He stroked his enormous bone a couple of times.
I tried to joke about it.
“Keep doing what you’re doing with your hand, I’m pretty sure you’ll get rid of this soon enough.”
I was surprised I could even talk.
“That’s the problem. Not soon enough! I could jerk off myself but it would take so long. And it becomes so boring after a while, besides, after all that time using my hands and wrists for you, they’re tired as hell. I’m tired as hell!”
I was naïve or I was dumb, probably both, but I did not see where he was going with that.
“You should give the porn online a try, I know you only swear by the vintage movies but there are some good websites…”
“Blakey, I don’t need the movies.” He paused and made sure to look right in my eyes. “I need you.”
I was stunned.
“What… What for?”
This time, I had understood what he wanted but I could hardly believe it.
“More specifically, I need your hands. Remember what I said about the importance of returning a favour?”
“I cannot give you a handjob!” I reacted spontaneously.
It must have been the first time I was confronting him.
It did not last long though. I caved in quickly for two main reasons.
First, I could tell myself all the stories I wanted to be reassured on my heterosexuality, but I had been wanting to grab, stroke and play with that cock for a while now.
Second, Joe gave me a compelling argument.
“You did not seem so shocked when you were the one receiving it! That’s some bullshit, Blakey, using me for your own pleasure and leaving me on the side, dripping and miserable.”
He left my bedroom.
I felt bad.
I felt horny too.
A bit angry as well, I knew he was guilt-tripping me.
But I was letting him.
In a way, he was giving me access to his cock and a very good reason to grab it.
Horniness won over anything.
In the battle between my head, my heart and my cock, my cock would always win.
After a minute staying behind, dumbfounded, I hurried into Joe’s bedroom, praying it was not too late.
When I got in, he had listened to my advice, he was foundling with his hard cock while watching a porn clip on his phone. It was an old model, probably not the best quality video.
He did not even look at me as I walked towards his bed.
“Joe?” I asked tentatively.
No response.
I took a deep breath and walked closer.
“Joe?”
He glanced at me.
I thought that it would have been stupid to keep beating around the bush.
I grabbed his cock. The sound of the porn was playing on his phone and I locked my right hand around his very girthy shaft.
My entire fist could barely hold the thing together. Yes, it was that girthy.
“Aaaaah…” I gasped.
I was touching the forbidden object of my lust and it was even warmer, thicker, and bigger than was I had imagined.
“You changed your mind.” He mumbled, putting down his phone on the nightstand.
“Only fair to return the favour.” I replied, amazed by my own boldness, going up and down with my hand.
His precum was dripping all over my fingers. I was like mesmerized.
Unlike me, he did not shut his eyes.
Not once.
He lied back and looked at me as I was now trying to find a better position on the bed to stroke him good.
“Right… Right…” He spoke.
I started using my left hand as well. Both were not sufficient to cover the entire surface of his monster cock but there was something oddly satisfying with playing with something that big. It did not feel real.
It was though. Very real and indeed, meaty.
“Is that okay?” I asked him.
“Hmmm… okay… Yes… Use your spit as well… Make it slimy…”