The next week was kind of strange. Aaron and I didn't really talk. Actually, thinking about it we didn't talk at all outside of a handful of words and most of those were casual greetings before I gave him a blowjob. It felt weird to be in a relationship like that where I didn't talk to someone but was sucking their dick on a daily basis.
I would have loved to not do it, but the message he sent was loud and clear. No matter what was going on I wasn't to forget about our deal. After feeling his massive cock slide all the way down my throat, and then some, I didn't want to feel what it was like pushing into my ass with no lube.
So, I continued to give him blowjobs every day. Mostly they were in the morning. I didn't have anything to do and he didn't have anything to do so I figured I would get them out of the way and show him that I would keep my word. It was kind of awkward the first couple of days though. I knocked on his door or saw him in the living room and said hey. He nodded or said hey back.
"Um, do you want to," I never wanted to say it. I always hinted around the word but couldn't bring myself to ask him if he wanted me to give him a blowjob now or if it wasn't a good time. It sounded too fucking weird.
"What?" He didn't look at me. I don't know if he was being difficult or actually didn't know why I was coming to him, but it was annoying and embarrassing. It made me feel like I was asking permission to come suck his dick and he needed to give it to me. Even worse, the alternative seemed to be to just walk up to him, pull his pants down and start deep throating his cock, although he probably would have preferred it that way and there was no way I was ever going to put that in his mind as an option.
"I just was wondering if you wanted to like, you know, get today over with or whatever? Unless you got something going and this isn't a good time?"
This time he actually did turn to look at me. There was surprise on his face.
"Oh. Shit. Yeah. Naw, right now is fine. I didn't think you'd want to go first thing in the morning but, shit, yeah. Come're."
Him telling me to come to him seemed weird, but I don't know why. I didn't let it affect anything though, I just walked over and got on my knees. He reached for his pants but my hands were already on their way and they banged into each other. I gripped his waistline, pulled his pants down and took his cock in my hand. There was no hesitation, I took it deep in my mouth and found it slid easily to the back of my throat and then further. Only a few moments later my lips were pressed against his waist and he was moaning how incredible it felt.
The entire blowjob didn't actually last that long. He wasn't degrading or demeaning at all and didn't make me strip or jerk off while I sucked on his cock. The worst part was the end though, when he did cum with his cock deep in me. Although, oddly, he apologized when I pulled back and coughed and cum ran down my chin. I told him it was fine and got up and went to the bathroom where I had all of my stuff ready for a quick shower after.
The next day went similarly to the first. I awkwardly asked him if he wanted to get the day over with. He smiled, but didn't turn to me this time. All he did was throw the blankets off as he was laying naked in bed on his phone and told me to get at it. I walked over and crawled onto his bed, laying between his legs and sucked him off until he came in my mouth. I only deepthroated him a couple of times, instead bobbing up and down and playing with his balls to coax his orgasm out.
When he did finally cum he groaned deeply and held my head in his hands again, brushing my hair out of my face again immediately after. I looked up at him, his cock still in my mouth when he asked if he could get a picture of me like that.
"Uh, no. I'd rather not," I laughed nervously, wondering if he would insist.
"Really? Fuck, fine. I mean, if you ever change your mind let me know. This is almost over and I'd love to have something to look back on to remember and jerk off too at night."
I gave a nervous laugh and then got up, wiped my lips with the back of my hand and left the room. It was the first time I didn't run to wash my mouth out and brush my teeth, and I didn't even shower before I left the house. Instead I threw clothes on and went to meet Ashley for an early lunch and to hang out for the day with the smell of Aaron's cock in my mouth and I didn't even realize it.
Ashley looked good today. She always looked good to me, but something about having a cock in your mouth and swallowing cum when you're not actually gay makes a girl look that much better when you know there's a good chance you could be fucking her soon. I kissed her immediately, leaning over in the car when she got it. My hand went between her legs and was rubbing my palm firmly before she pushed me away.
"Calm down Tristan," she said with a laugh.
I couldn't help it. She was wearing faux gym clothes, the kind of outfit girls wear to look cute and sexy as if they're going to workout at the gym but have no intentions of actually working up a sweat in them. The way they hugged her body and made her ass look like she was naked got me so hard. All I wanted to was take her back into her place and fuck her until her bed collapsed.
"Fuck lunch, babe, lets go back inside," I was leaning over into her seat and kissing at her neck.
"Ba-abe," she whined and pushed me back with a soft laugh.
"We can't. I told you. My parents are home and if you want to keep being able to handle these goods you're going to have to keep your hands off when management is around. Okay?"
She leaned in and gave me an overly sweet peck on the cheek.
"Now let's go, I'm hungry anyways. I don't suppose Aaron is gone and we can go hang out at your place after?"
I shook my head no.
"Nah, I swear he never leaves anymore. I'm not sure what he does but I rarely go home and have him not on the couch in his underwear or naked in his bedroom."
"What?" Ashley's voice sounded extremely confused.
"What? What did I say?"
"You said Aaron is in his underwear on the couch or naked in his room? Why is he only wearing underwear in the living room and how do you know he's naked in his room?"
Fuuu-uuu-uuuck.
Aaron had slowly started to adjust his clothing habits around the house the further we got into our deal. While he used to just wear sweats and a t-shirt nearly every day he had slowly moved from that, to t-shirt and underwear and then in the last week he'd walk around in only his underwear. Yesterday he had actually spent the entire rest of the day after I gave him his morning blowjob naked. When I left after my shower he was still sitting in the living room with his underwear pushed off his ankles, and when I came home later that evening he was standing naked in the kitchen. He had asked if I minded and I just rolled my eyes and said no.
"You're paying rent, I guess you can dress however you want," I said to him.
He laughed and responded, "careful how you say that. I might tell you how you can dress too."
I had gotten so comfortable with our new arrangement that it felt normal to me. Him walking around in his underwear didn't seem like a big deal, but as I was looking at Ashley with her face screwed up and her looking strangely at me I can see how with two guys living together it would be weird.
"I mean, like, he fuckin does it all the time and I gotta run back in my room and tell him to go put clothes on. I swear he does it just to fuck with me. And he's always yelling at me when I'm in the hallway to not come in his room he's naked. I always tell that I don't give a shift if he's naked and he can stop telling me that shit."
