Once we were in the shower, I "helped" Tyler clean the cum off his upper body as an excuse to run my hands all over his beautifully toned torso, and he "helped" me clean the cum off my legs as an excuse to play with my big soft cock. Before long we finished cleaning and started simply making out beneath the showerhead, my fingers digging into his muscular back and cupping his firm ass.
After a minute we broke our kiss, but his hand stayed between my legs. "You didn't get enough playtime with that dick earlier?" I asked.
To my surprise, he blushed a little and pulled away. Maybe cumming had made him modest.
"Hey, I didn't say you had to stop," I said, and he let me take his hand and guide it back where it had just been. "You like my soft cock too, huh?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Tell me."
He looked at me like he wasn't sure if I was serious. I looked him in the eyes and smirked back at him.
"Tell me," I said again.
He gave me a wry smile and said, "I like your big soft cock."
We made out again for a bit, rubbing our soft dicks together. He was a hell of a kisser, which I supposed made sense, given how good he was with his mouth at other activities. I continued my exploration of his back and ass, giving his ass a little smack, which he didn't seem to object to or even be startled by. To my surprise, I started to feel the beginnings of another erection, despite having just cum twice in an hour.
"You better be careful or you're gonna end up playing with my big hard cock again," I told Tyler.
"Is that a problem?"
"Well, it is if you're not prepared to take care of it."
"Ugh, maybe I better stop then. I feel like my throat is already going to be sore tomorrow." He didn't move his hand, though.
We made out for a few more minutes, and I felt myself starting to get hard. "Tyler," I said, touching his hand as a warning.
"Fuck, okay, I'll stop," he said, laughing and pulling away. We got out of the shower and started toweling off, and when we were mostly dry I led the way back to the living room where we'd left our clothes. Tyler pulled his underwear and pants back on while I dried my curly hair and face.
When I opened my eyes again, Tyler had stopped getting dressed and was closely watching my crotch with a now-familiar look on his face. I pivoted my hips back and forth a little to make my semi-hard cock swing for him, then grabbed it with my fingers and helicoptered it around in a circle. Maybe that was a little cruel of me, because I should have known he wouldn't be able to resist. A few seconds of that and he was back on his knees in front of me, without bothering to take his pants off.
Twenty minutes later I was once again groaning and telling him what a good slutty little cocksucker he was as I shot a third load down his throat and made him swallow every drop.
"Well, I wasn't intending to do that again, but oh well," he said after I'd finished.
I helped him up. "Sorry to take advantage of you again."
"No, you're fine, dude."
We kissed and looked at one another.
"You good with everything that happened here?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so. You?"
"Yeah, of course. Maybe we can make this a regular thing?"
"I'd like that."
"Cool."
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I didn't hear from Tyler the next day, and truth be told, I wasn't that horny anyway after being sucked to completion three times the day before. The day after that, though, I was studying at the library near a cute guy who looked a decent amount like Tyler, and that afternoon I decided to text him and see what he was up to.
It was a few hours before he responded, and he told me he wasn't doing anything and asked what I was up to. Without actually saying anything about him sucking my cock, we agreed that he'd come over and hang out again that night.
He showed up at my apartment wearing a button-down with rolled-up sleeves that flattered his biceps. "Hey, man, how are you?"
He came in and there was an awkward moment as I expected to kiss and he expected to hug, and we ended up doing a one-armed hug and clasping hands inside.
"Uh, you want a beer?" I asked.
"Actually, I was wondering if you smoked weed? I brought some."
"Sure, I'm not gonna turn that down. I can get my pipe and lighter."
"Nah, I brought all that stuff, don't worry. Where should we go?"
"There's an alley behind the building. Come on, I'll show you."
I led him down the stairs and on the way we made small talk about classes and what we'd been up to. Out in the dark and empty alleyway, Tyler loaded up the pipe for us and took a sizeable hit before passing it to me. It felt like decent-quality weed, and the smoke made my lungs burn pleasantly as I took a drag and passed it back.
"Good shit, right?" he said.
"Yeah, it is. I can already feel it a little."
We each took another hit.
