That same night Devon made it home pretty OK. There may or may not have been a little bit of swerving, but it was only down some pretty remote private backroads. Finally back in his closed the door to his room at the Extended Stay hotel.
So many thoughts were flurrying through his mind, and furiously. What had he done wrong? Nothing, right? As best as he could figure Jason had just... either become
disgusted
with what he had done, or he had become disgusted with Devon. He wasn't sure which option was worse. But that wasn't what was on Devon's mind first and foremost. First and foremost was to make the most of such a fresh memory, while his oldest friend's seed was still deep in his now-sore asshole and he could still smell him on his clothes and skin.
"One more for good measure!" Devon bellowed to no one in particular. He didn't even own a cat. Well, he did. But Shannon had Ozymandias now, didn't she?
Deciding on doing the basics like brushing teeth and flossing and certainly not trying to go #2 (though he resisted an urge to! he knew he couldn't fight it forever, but surely he would as long as he could), he went to bed after only a quick pee. Collapsing naked on his mattress and on top of his sheets, his hand went to his cock. He worked it feverishly, reviving the memories of just an hour ago. Remembering each thrust into his ass with every jerk of his hand on his cock, until he found himself spreading his legs and raising his knees while on his back. He imagined Jason mounting him missionary, looking deep into his eyes instead of the impersonal doggystyle they had done. Cumming again, deeply into him with passionate, sloppy kisses. It didn't take him long to explode across his belly.
And explode he did. His eyes widened drunkenly as he realized that was probably the biggest load he'd shot in... as long as he could remember. Thick gobs of cum all over, sunk into his belly button and some dabs even reaching as far as his nipples. As he stared at it as the afterglow of his cumming waned, he wondered.
So... what
does
it taste like? I wonder what
Jason's
cum would taste like.
He had a faded memory of idly tasting his own cum from what seemed like another life. He couldn't even remember now. Probably most dudes did that, he never thought much about it. Maybe when he was like... what? Doesn't matter. But now?
Devon took two fingers and scooped the cum around his belly button area and brought it near his lips. He looked at it, smelled it, brought the tip of his tongue to it. His brain just barely registered a slightly salty-sweet tinge when he stopped and abruptly wiped it away on the sheet nearby.
Nah, this doesn't feel right,
he decided.
This isn't
Jason's.
I want the first cum I taste to be his. Like... as if that's even going to happen now. Or ever.
He rolled over on his side, pulling the blankets onto him. It wasn't long until sleep engulfed him. He realized how tired he truly was then. So much would be dealt with in the morning. But that was the morning and not then. Ah, what can just be put off. If even just a bit.
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Devon got out of the shower the next afternoon (yes, afternoon). It was Sunday, so he had half of one day to enjoy the last of his weekend before returning to being the best Best Buy accounting department guy he could be again. Or at least, pretending to be. He felt he had a bit of an imposter syndrome about the whole thing, but every time that thought popped into his mind he found solace in knowing that "Hey, this is a whack job." But also that, hey, people were way worse off than him and he should be grateful he had what he had. If the "tent city" visible outside the windows of his room by the freeway were any indication, he still had a little further to fall if he was so inclined to let himself do so.
As he went about his "morning" routine, he began hand washing the dishes from the previous day. As he was preparing to finish up, he heard a knock on the door.
Housekeeping?
No, he only asked for service twice a week and it wasn't Tuesday or Friday. He went and opened the door, only somewhat warily.
It was Jason! Oh, fuck.
The two just stood there for several beats, just staring at each other. Eventually Jason avoided Devon's gaze altogether and looked away. He couldn't tell if it was out of bashfulness or something else entirely. Probably something else entirely.
"So..." Jason began. "Do you want to come with me and see Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, or not?" He brandished two tickets in front of their faces.
Devon smiled. "Of course." His answer was almost automatic. "Let's go."
Jason returned the smile, more in the way of a wry grin. "Good. I was hoping you would say that. It starts in about 45 minutes, let's take my whip."
"Your what?"
"My
car,
man. C'mon." He furrowed his brow a little.
Devon furrowed his own brow slightly. A little taken aback. "But... wait... how did you..."
Jason's response came without missing a beat. "After
