Ball Drainer

"Come on, Mike. It's just a blowjob. No big deal," Ross groaned as he held his hard cock about a foot from my face. His 6'3 frame towered over me as I sat on my bed and gawked at the sight of it.

I felt like an idiot for coming out to him. This was the fourth time this month he had come home drunk and begged me to get him off. I had turned him down but each time I felt a little of my resolve give way.

By coming out, I don't mean a heartfelt admission of my sexual preferences. I journaled a lot. Ross had found said journal while looking for his coding notebook that I had borrowed.

The odds had been in my favor.  Opening it up to any random page would have revealed mundane observations about life and trivial passages. Yet, Ross had opened to a series of pages where I had clutched the pen with one hand and my cock with the other.  I had written openly about my love of cock. Though I hadn't at that time experienced one, I was very eager to do so. I was, in a way, a cock crazed virgin if that makes sense.

The passages were full of my fantasies of sucking, being fucked, ranking male porn stars, my shaving routine for my body to be smooth, how I had fingered myself, and more. So yeah, basically all of the skeletons in my closet.

I had walked in to help him find the notebook and saw him grinning while looking through it. I gasped, told him that it was private and snatched it away.

"Hey, it's cool, man. Sorry, it looks just like my notebook, and then I saw...Anyway, no need to hide it, man. I'm cool with you being gay," he had said.

Far from being reassured, I started and stopped a few explanations before finally caving, admitting it, and begging him to not tell anyone.

He said ok and I hoped that was that. But then, the drunken pop-ins to my room started. He had been laughingly apologetic the days after, but I wasn't in any mood to discuss it further.

Still, it planted a seed and I started fantasizing about going down on him. Pretty soon, he was always in my mind when I jacked off. I felt weird talking to him soon after, not wanting to betray any indication that I had been frantically fantasizing about him pushing my slim 5'8 body to my knees and having his way with me.

As far as I could tell, our other roommates, Jason and Bryant, hadn't been told. I was glad about that. It was too much of a pain as is sharing a rental house with all of them while we all tried to eke out affording a place of our own. We were all fresh out of college and landed in the same city, meeting each other and bonding as we moved into the newly built house within weeks of each other.

So, there I was. Trying to calm the situation down and get him out of my hair once again.

"Sssshhh, you're going to wake everyone up! And no! I'm not going to do it!" I whispered back, afraid that Jason and Bryant may investigate the sound and find Ross with his cock pointed at me.

"You know you want to" he slurred with a grin as he stroked his cock slowly. "I won't tell anyone."

The first two times I'd easily turned him down, but the sight of his erect cock so close to me was testing my will. I could feel a hunger inside me that I couldn't force away. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, trying to think of something to say, but nothing came.

He inched forward and placed a hand on the back of my head while positioning his cock at my lips. It was as if he could sense my resolve was breaking. I let my lips part without thinking, feeling his cock slide against my tongue as I exhaled heavily through my nose.

"Mmmm yeah" he moaned as he let it rest in my mouth while I cautiously licked and sucked it. It was everything I had imagined and more. The taste, smell, and texture were frying my brain.

I let some more slide in and felt his nutsack with my right hand. They were warm and heavier than I imagined they would or could be. I lovingly caressed them and let out a soft moan into his cock, happy to be experiencing something I had dreamed of doing for so long.

"Mmm oh hell yeah, Mike" Ross moaned in response as he guided my head a little further down his shaft.

I gagged a little, but he made no effort to release his grip. Thankfully, I was able to will myself through it. I wondered if he was just getting carried away and didn't realize I was struggling.

His cock was about 7.5 inches long and there was no hope of me getting it down all the way. Thankfully he did ease his grip and I started bobbing up and down on it. I found myself obsessed with the head and kept coming back to it. When precum splashed on my tongue, I moaned wildly and slightly picked up the pace.

I was torn between the actual act of giving head and the grand finale. I felt this overwhelming desire to just keep his cock in my mouth until the end of the world.

Ultimately, he called the shots and set the pace by moving my head up and down on it. I could feel his balls tighten in my palm as he grunted and moaned. I could tell already he was going to make no effort to pull out. I wondered if this is how he treated women in the same position.

My sucking, slurping, and moans joined his chorus of grunts as we both raced towards the finish line. I desperately wanted to taste his load and for him to enjoy the blowjob he was receiving. I knew I could fill another two journals of odes to cock based on this alone.

He ended up cumming right in my mouth as I licked his pulsating cock. I swallowed greedily and just continued going, trying to suck every ounce of cum out of him. It was pretty pathetic, my lips sealed around his rod while I moaned and breathed through my nose even though he had already cum. He let me go on with it for a while before stopping.

"Whoa-oh-oh, easy there, Mike," Ross laughed as he pushed me off.

I felt a tinge of embarrassment as I wiped my mouth off and looked up at him. The loud popping sound of his cock escaping my vacuum lips certainly didn't help.

"Damn...may be the first blowjob I've had where the person giving it seems to have liked it even more than me," he continued as he zipped up.

"You can have it anytime you like, bud" he said as he rustled my hair.

I simply nodded, being keen on agreeing to this but not wanting to vocalize it.

It took me less than a minute to cum after he left. I was, of course, apprehensive about having such an arrangement with someone I lived with and there being two others we'd have to sneak around, but I was too elated to care right now.

There were perhaps ways we could have worked things out and come up with a plan or simple understanding of how things would work between us. For my part, I thought about bringing it up, but the whole idea of a blowjob agreement seemed too silly and slutty to put into words. As it turned out, Ross had lost any need for dancing around things anymore.

The next day was, thankfully, normal. We all talked and hung out like nothing had changed. I got ready for bed thinking this could have potentially been a one night thing. I honestly felt kind of sad about it, and sat at my desk mindlessly replaying last night's events in my head.

Then, my door slowly creaked open and he walked in. I felt a bolt of happiness and excitement wash through me but didn't show it. I figured he would be going through the motions of asking and wearing me down, but apparently that part of the game was over.

"Sheesh, felt like an eternity waiting on those guys to turn in," he said as he walked up to me and undid his belt.

"Know you probably need this as much as me" he continued with a laugh as he brought his cock up to my mouth and gently applied pressure.

That was my opportunity to lay out ground rules or really do anything, and I didn't take it. The anticipation of waiting all day for some sign from him and imagining sucking his cock made me fold immediately as my lips parted and wrapped around his cock. I let out a soft moan of victory as I got to work. I knew that I had essentially communicated a message to him that he could have this any time he wanted and that I was basically free use for him.

I put it to the back of my mind as he sent his cock further into my willing mouth.

"Fuck yeah" he moaned as he put his hands on the back of my head and guided my bobs up and down.

He was much more forceful and aggressive this time around, and I found myself struggling to keep up as his dick poked at the opening of my throat.

"Relax, you can do it," he firmly said as he ventured in and tested my gag reflex.

I wasn't feeling so sure as the sounds of me gagging joined his moans. Sure enough, he pushed too far and I convulsed, forcing him to pull his cock out followed by a trail of thick white saliva.

"You got this, man" he said in a weird sort of comforting tone as I caught my breath.

My respite was short lived as a minute later he slid back in, looking down at my tear and spit-streaked face as he continued to go deep.

"Oh God, oh fuck yeah" he moaned as he picked up the pace, fucking my throat.

I managed to get somewhat a hang of it, feeling grateful that he wasn't putting his full length inside. I started toying with his balls and knew he was close.

"Fuuuuckkk" he moaned as he came down my throat while I struggled to control my throat and breathing as he held my head in place.

Once released, I frantically caught my breath and wiped my face while he stood above me grinning. I thought about telling him this was a bit much, but his spit-soaked cock made me abandon any protests. It was just so beautiful and I didn't want to jeopardize my chances at sucking it again.

"Damn dude, that was even better than last night! I think soon you'll be able to take it all," he said as he grabbed hold of my head and lightly brushed my lips with his cock.

My own cock was straining against my shorts. Ross' raw sexual dominance was overpowering. He was such a fucking....man, compared to me. I did nothing except stick my tongue out to lick his dick. I would have happily sucked him off again if he wanted it. Instead, he zipped up and left, leaving me to jerk off.

The next four days followed more or less the same pattern. He'd come in and fuck my throat and I'd get a little more down there each time. He'd mix things up, whether intentional or not, by blowing his load down my throat or in my mouth.

On the seventh day, I conquered it. Or, more realistically, he conquered my gag reflex and shoved it all of the way in. He paused and held my face against his pubes, looking down in awe for several moments before he rapidly began throat fucking me with the full length over and over and over.

It was surreal. Watching the length of his penis disappear into my mouth while my face smashed into his pubes was electrifying. It's also not as if I was a pro at it, he just treated me like one. I continued to gag and he continued to ignore it, at some points pausing once he was fully in and pushing my head as flat as he could into his pubes and enjoying the feeling of my throat for a few more moments before resuming.

After the first few face fuckings I anticipated that I would eventually get there, but what I didn't anticipate was the feeling of pride and accomplishment that would come with it. I felt real joy at being able to please Ross in a way that he really craved. I was incredibly hard and moaned like a slut as he continued to fuck my throat. I couldn't wait to eat his cum.

Rather than bust inside of me, however, this time he whipped it out, gave it a few jerks and came all over my face. I caught some in my mouth and quickly ate it, but the majority of it drenched my face. It was a classic porno thing that I knew guys loved, but I didn't expect it. Maybe unsurprisingly, it made me feel hot and used.

Catching his breath, Ross praised me.

"Damn, you fucking did it. You took the whole thing!" He said, holding his cock out to show out the length as if he couldn't believe I had managed it.

I remained on my knees, face drenched in cum, a little in disbelief myself.

"Go ahead and chow down on that cum, dude. You earned it," he continued.

So, I carefully scooped up the cum on my face and licked it off my fingers right there in front of him, unable to contain or disguise my depravity or horniness.

Unlike other times, he didn't immediately leave. He stood there with a triumphant grin and watched as I ate all of it.

"Mmm, damn, you're insatiable," he laughed as he watched me eat the last of it.

"Listen...I know you want me to fuck you soon. I can see it in your eyes. The guys are gonna be out all weekend camping. I figure that's as good a time as any. And don't worry, you'll still be able to suck on it whenever you want," he continued.

"Just gotta wait two more days. Get that ass ready," he said with a smile as he left.

He had such a way of making it seem like everything was my idea and for my benefit. If I was horny enough, it honestly felt like it was warping my mind. I felt a real appreciation for Ross "letting" me suck his dick and swallow his cum.  I acknowledged it was mutually beneficial. Like any normal guy, Ross loved having his cock sucked. I was the odd one in the picture, a guy who loved sucking cock.

I knew I wanted him to take me all the way and fuck me, but I questioned if I was ready. I thought about it as I fished some lube out of the dresser and began to slowly finger myself. It was a tight squeeze, and his cock was certainly bigger than my fingers.

I gripped my cock with my free hand and fingered my ass harder. I imagined Ross bending me over on my bed and fucking me. I made up my mind then and there that I'd give him my ass. Not only because I wanted it, but because he did.