It's Friday night and my roommate Johnny Kim is sucking my cock.
We're not boyfriends. Johnny has a girlfriend and I've got a long string of hot guys on my phone.
But this weekend, Johnny's girlfriend Candice Wong ("Candy" to her friends) is visiting her sister in Waco—yes, there are Asian-Americans in Waco—and mostly-straight Johnny is better in bed than most of my all-gay tricks.
I'm sitting on our little student apartment's living room couch with my jeans and boxers bunched around my ankles. Johnny is kneeling between my open knees, kneading my balls and stroking my shaft while he licks and kisses my cock-head. "Oh yeah!" I run my fingers through his thick black buzzcut hair. "That's so good."
Johnny lifts his face to look at me. "So you like that, Tim?" He grins while continuing to jack my rod and play with my balls.
God damn! He is so fuckin' sexy! He'd make a great boyfriend. If he wasn't so into Candy. And if I wasn't such a tomcat. I just nod and say, "Uh huh!"
"I don't suck at sucking, do I?" He goes back down on my rod without waiting for an answer, bobbing over its head and shaft.
"You're great." The tension in my nuts builds as he goes faster.
He lets my swollen pole slip out of his mouth. "I love sucking your dick." Still gripping my cock and balls, he scoots backwards, pulling me to my feet. "Now, fuck my face."
I admire Johnny for a moment, kneeling with his cargo shorts and briefs down around his ankles. His impressively large hard-on rises from his almost-hairless crotch. Then, I lace my fingers behind his head and press my knob between his tightly-closed lips.
"Okay. I'm gonna give your mouth a workout." I roll my hips working my stiff rod in and out of his hot wet mouth. He holds on tight, roughly stroking my shaft and squeezing my balls.
"This is so fuckin' good." I drive harder and faster. "You ready for a big hot load?"
I'm on the edge when he pulls away. "Not in my mouth." He holds my throbbing cock gently, like he's afraid it will jump away. "Not this time."
"Where then?" I already know the answer. Johnny's a relentless bottom. Candy's a passionate and enthusiastic lover—I've heard the sounds coming from Johnny's bedroom—but she can't fuck his butt. At least, not with a real live cock.
He stands up and kisses me, open-mouthed with lots of tongue. "You know."
We shed our shoes, pants, and underwear. I take his hand and lead him into my room. "How do you want it this time?"
Johnny lies on the king-sized bed filling most of the bedroom with a pillow under the small of his back and folds his knees against his chest, lifting his butt and showing me his pretty little asshole. "Like this."
I get the lube out of the nightstand and kneel between his raised ankles. "Man! You are pretty." His cock is rock-hard and the precum leaking from its tip is making a little puddle on his belly. "Pretty ass. Pretty dick—"
"Pretty fucking horny!" He lifts his sculpted buttocks higher. "Ready to get fucked."
I dip my finger into the little puddle of precum, then stick it in my mouth and suck it. "So you want my big hard cock up your pretty little butthole?"