Having Tyler as my cocksucker was incredible, and as we did it more and more, I realized he'd been serious about doing it pretty much any time I wanted it. So I started to take advantage.
He sucked my cock when I woke up with morning wood.
He took a load down his throat on a few occasions when I left the bars drunk and horny.
He knelt between my legs while I worked a video game with one hand and his head with the other.
He coaxed three loads out of me when I was stressed about an exam, one right after the next without any break, until I'd forgotten my stress entirely.
He came over to swallow my cock when I was just lying around bored and thought a nice blowjob would pass the time.
His appetite for my cock seemed insatiable. I think he would have done it even more if I'd been able to come more, but even as a virile 21-year-old there were only so many times I could get it up.
Once, when we were cleaning up after an epic multi-orgasm session, I asked if he'd figured out what he liked so much about it. I'd been with other guys who loved giving oral, but nobody who seemed to get off on it to the degree that Tyler did.
"I don't know exactly," he said, wiping a few specks of my cum off his face. "It just turns me on more than I can explain. Having you down my throat..." He shivered. "Just feels so natural, it's crazy. And it makes me so hard, but at the same time I feel like most of the time I don't even care whether I cum. I have a thing for making other people cum, I think."
"Are you like that with girls too?"
"Yeah. I love feeling a girl cum on my mouth or my cock, it's one of the best things in the world."
"Interesting."
"It's not exactly the same, though. I'm pretty dominant with girls, and obviously the opposite with you. I think part of that is just how big you are, I wouldn't be like this for just any cock."
"Oh yeah?"
"Don't play coy with me, you know that. And I know you get off on it too. You bust a nut right away whenever I'm down there going 'ooh, Ryan, I love your big massive monster humongous man cock.'"
We both laughed and I shoved him playfully and he shoved me harder back, sending me back down onto the couch, and then he was on top of me with his muscled thighs weighing down on mine as we made out.
When we broke away from the kiss, he looked down at where our crotches touched and said, "I really do love your big fucking cock, though. Jesus fuck, look at that, you're still huge even soft." He trailed his fingers up and down them together, and the feeling of them fluttering against my cock made me shiver. It looked like my softie was about twice the size of his, though I don't think either of us was fully soft.
"It's funny, you're so much bigger everywhere else," I said, rubbing his broad biceps.
He snickered and pushed me playfully again, bouncing me against the couch cushions. "Look at you, you're so into having me drool over your big cock. Fortunately I'm into it too." He bent over and kissed its head before rising back up to kiss me again.
It was good to know we were on the same page about everything, and I think feeling comfortable about that was what made us both comfortable enough to do what we did the following weekend.
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It was Saturday and I was at my friend's frat party, having a relaxed good time, a couple beers' warmth inside of me. At one point I went to help my friend drag a new keg up from the basement, and as we returned with it through the back door, I heard a familiar voice greeting people and entering the party from the front. I glanced over and as I thought, it was Tyler.
We hadn't run into each other in public since we started hooking up, but it wasn't too surprising that it would happen eventually, especially considering we'd met through mutual friends in the first place. For a few seconds I watched him greet his friends in a very bro-ish fashion, all fist bumps and backslapping, and for some reason watching that macho display, and knowing that this hot boisterous bro was my secret submissive cocksucker, made me start getting hard in my tight jeans.
I happened to know the names of the guys he'd started talking to, so after I'd helped set down the keg, I slipped off briefly into a corner to text him: Telling Ethan and Cory about your new hobby?
When I looked up, the crowd had shifted and I couldn't see him anymore, but a few minutes later when I was getting another beer I felt a big hand clap my shoulder. "What the fuck is up, man?"
For a moment I thought he might actually be pissed off at me, but when I turned he seemed amused, so I figured he couldn't be too mad. "Tyler! Long time no see, buddy," I said. (I had last seen him the previous afternoon, when he'd blown me during a break we both had between classes.)
"I couldn't open my damn phone to answer you or people could have seen our other texts," he said.
"You didn't want your buddies seeing what I sent you yesterday?" I said. (It had been a picture of my bulge in tight blue briefs, along with the very to-the-point message "Come suck.")
