I thought after Justin sucked my dick, that could become a regular thing. Justin liked big dick, I had a big dick. He liked sucking dick, and I liked getting sucked. It was a fair trade.
But instead, any time I brought up him throating me again, he just rolled his eyes or shook his head.
"Bro, I've been so horny lately, look at how hard my dick is!" I said while practically waving my cock at him. He barely glanced over.
It was almost like he was trying to pretend that excellent suckjob had never even happened. Bet he was hoping I was drunk enough that I forgot. Jokes on him, I remembered everything.
But wait... maybe that was the point. I remembered it. I wasn't drunk now, and if he blew me while I was sober he wouldn't be able to pass it off or pretend it never happened. It might get awkward. Aw man, my bro was being considerate! He was just worried things would get weird, and that's why he'd only blow me when I was faded.
That means if I want Justin to touch my dick again, I gotta get wasted. Only, I want to be able to experience it all, if it felt that good for my bro to swallow my dick while drunk, then getting sucked while sober would set me on fire.
All I had to do was pretend to be drunk, and Justin would dive face first into my dick. Or maybe he'd even sit on it. I couldn't help but pay extra attention to his ass lately, how his shorts hugged the two big round globes that seemed to jiggle with each step he took. I was always an ass man, and I loved anal. It was a perfect match. And all I had to do was pull off an Oscar-worthy performance.
It's a foolproof plan. Who says I'm not smart?
I waited for the right timing. There was a Friday where I knew Justin was going to be home all night. While he was typing away at his laptop, I told him I was going out. He just shrugged and said sure. He was pulling off that distant act and I was gonna close the gap... so I could get in his gap.
I went to the nearest bar, had one drink that I nursed like it was a canteen in the middle of a desert trek, and brushed off Grace again. I could tell she was pissed, and it was probably going to affect my reputation, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was getting those soft lips around my shaft, and seeing my big dick disappear between those perfect globes.
After an hour and a half, I made my way back. Once I got into the apartment, I started my act. I did a quick breath test. Yeah, it smelled like beer. I stumbled a little, walked crooked, I was really pulling all stops. And when I got to the door, I fumbled with my keys then dropped them to the floor. I leaned against it and started pounding, knowing the sound was sure to get Justin's attention.
"Juuuuuuust!!" I moaned. I heard footsteps and got excited. In a few seconds Justin was gonna be all over me.
The door opened and I was face to face with a built latino guy. I stared at him, and he stared back. Then he smirked.
"I knew he was insatiable, but already? Damn, he works fast."
What the fuck??
I stood up straight, squared my shoulders. I was bigger than this guy, and I needed him to know not to mess with me.
"Who the fuck are you?" I snarled.
He was taken aback. "Uh, who the fuck are you?"
I leaned in close to him, and with absolute murder in my voice, I said to him lowly, "I'm Monty, Justin's best friend, and I suggest you leave and never come back unless you want to wake up in a hospital."
Dude was wide-eyed, looking at me like I was crazy. I had no idea why I was acting like that, something about him just pissed me off. I didn't know the guy but my intuition was telling me he was all wrong for Justin. I was just being a protective best bro, nothing more.
He quickly grabbed his jacket and squeezed past me out the door. I sent him one last growl and he ran off like he was being chased by a rabid dog. Fuck yeah, nobody messes with me.
A few seconds later, Justin walks out of his room, wearing nothing but a short t-shirt and some tight, tiny briefs. The sight of him made me chub up instantly. Fuck, I want to tear those undies off him and dive right in between those fat cheeks.
"Monty? Where did Mario go?"
I barked out a laugh. "Mario? Dude's name was Mario? What, is he a plumber?"
Justin frowned at me. He had been doing that a lot lately. I remember when we used to laugh and have an awesome time together. I missed that, I wanted that back. But with handjobs, and blowjobs, and maybe my dick in his hole, too.
Justin walked up to me, and I felt so smug. I got rid of the interloper, and now all I had to do was act drunk enough so Justin would-
Oh shit. I forgot my drunk act completely.
I slumped against the door and started to slur my words. "Juuuuuusssst, fuckkkk, I'm so wasted... my dick hurts..."
Before I could finish, Justin grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind me.
"Monty, you're a shitty fucking actor, you know that? What is going on? You better have a good reason why you just cockblocked me."
I was backed into a corner. Literally. My plan was going horribly wrong. Maybe I am as dumb as people say.
I couldn't lie for shit. So my only option was to go for the truth.
"I just wanted you to suck my dick?" I offered, knowing how stupid it sounded.
Justin was unexpectedly... very surprised. I thought I got the message across by now? Why else would I be waving my dick in his face for the past week?
