five hours of sleep, and worse of all I was simply soaked with precum. I'd never leaked so much in my life. Josh walked in around the same time as usual and was surprised to see me awake. "Wow, did you manage to get to sleep early last night?" he asked as he pulled the curtain closed. "Not exactly." I said. By the tone of my voice he knew something was up right away. I was so embarrassed I didn't even know what to say. I think he knew what it was, but didn't say anything.
He got everything ready and told me to relax. He pulled my boxers down and out sprung my dick at full mast. "Damn, you sure are horny!" he said, teasing. "It's been like this all day and night, it's torture." I said, being completely truthful. "I bet." he said, he started washing my chest first, not saying anything. I started blushing again, it was just too much. When he was done washing my chest he started washing my thighs. Finally he stopped and said, "Dude this looks like it HURTS."
"It does a little bit. I just wish I could get at it with one of my hands." He looked at me, back at my dick, and then back at me again. "Well, there's no way I can clean you with it hard like that, not without you busting a nut." I blushed again, this was just too embarrassing, especially if he was going where I thought he was going. Little did I know what he had in mind. "Yea I guess not." I said.
"Look, if you want me to help, just say the word." he whispered. I knew it was embarrassing for him to say it. I looked at him kind of funny, and thought about it. I guess if he did jack me off it wouldn't be considered gay, it would be more like him having pity on me than anything else. "Okay, I guess so." I said. That's when he grabbed a rag and twisted it until it was really tight. "Bite down on this. You can't make any noise, not even a peep. Understand?" he looked pretty serious. I nodded and he put the rag in my mouth, I bit down on it hard.
"I want you to close your eyes too. You have to keep them shut the whole time or I'll stop." I thought that was kind of odd, but I wasn't going to argue. At this point I just wanted to blow my load so bad. I closed my eyes and waited. I was nervous, my heart was racing. I had never done anything sexual before (except for masturbation of course), and never even thought about doing it with a guy. I wouldn't be doing it now if I wasn't so desperate. I waited and waited, I think he was making sure I wouldn't look. I wasn't about to risk looking.
That's when I felt the pleasure engulf my dick. Wait, engulf?? Whatever I was feeling, it was wet and warm. At first, in my hopeful imagination, I thought maybe he had gotten lubricant, but after another second or so that illusion was gone when I felt the obvious sensation of his tongue passing over my dick. He was sucking me! I couldn't believe it at first, the sensation was too much. What was even more unbelievable was how good he was, he had obviously done this before. He was bobbing up and down the entire length of my 8" dick like it was a small pop sickle.
I was pretty thick too, so it was no small feint. I wanted to protest, but I was too busy biting down on the rag and trying not to moan like a bitch to do anything else. He was sucking so hard and so fast. He wanted it to be over quick, but I was too tense for that. He started fingering my balls and licking my head with a ferocity. It was almost like he was trying to lick a sucker down without biting. I was in pure ecstasy, whether I wanted to believe it or not. I started breathing hard, and he was getting impatient because he went even faster. After about a minute he started humming and doing everything he could to get me to cum.
I started tensing up, I felt the orgasm coming. It felt like a volcano ready to explode. It was too much, I started whimpering and whining, trying my best not to do too much else. He knew I was trying so he didn't say anything. He went faster and faster until finally I felt my climax coming. That's when I realized I wasn't cumming, and I should be. I couldn't cum! I didn't know if it was because of the position I was in or what but I couldn't cum! I was starting to get worried, I was sweating profusely and if it didn't end soon I was going to start getting a lot more vocal. Eventually he went down at full force, and finally I went over the edge and blew the biggest load in my entire life.
Stream after stream of hot cum came spewing out. I opened my eyes to see his mouth buried in my balls. He was deep throating me and trying to drink down all the cum, but it was too much. It started leaking down my balls along with his spit and onto the sheet. Finally he sucked me dry and started licking my balls clean. After he was done I stopped biting down on the rag and it fell onto my chest. He grabbed it and placed it on the table next to my bed. After that he washed me and put my boxers on without saying a word. I didn't say anything either, and he left and didn't come back at all that day. The next morning he came in without saying anything and drew the curtain. This time I pretended to be asleep.
He pulled my boxers off, and to his surprise my dick was hard again. I opened my eyes and he looked at me and smiled. "Well, well." he said. I looked at him with a smirk and needless to say, he took care of me again, and almost every morning after that.
