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“Uh—this is my room,” Josh retorted with a playful wink. “I’m sorry. We can go to Ryan’s room if you need to study.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” I shrugged. “I’m just glad I didn’t walk in on you two doing more than just kissing.”

“Ten minutes sooner, and you would have,” Ryan laughed, making the universal sign for a blowjob, his fist pumping his mouth with his tongue pushing out the side of one cheek.

“Damn,” I replied enviously. “You gay dudes have it made. I haven’t had head in at least six months.”

“What?!” Josh exclaimed. “Dude. You’re fucking hot. There should be a line of bitches trying to get in your pants.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not happening,” I shrugged. “The only action I get is from my right hand.”

Josh and Ryan made no response, sharing a mutually concerned look instead. A non-verbal conversation seemed to be taking place between them, culminating with Josh giving an approving nod to Ryan.

“I’ll suck your dick,” Ryan suddenly blurted, turning his head to me, his eyes traveling down to my crotch.

“W-what?” I stuttered in shock. “I don’t—I don’t think that—”

“You should let him blow you,” Josh insisted. “Ryan gives amazing head. The best I’ve ever had.”

“Not to brag,” Ryan interjected, “but I was awarded the title ‘Blow Job Queen’ amongst the camp counselors where I worked last summer.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” I dismissed. “I’m not gay.”

“Dude. You don’t have to be gay to get a blow job from another dude,” Josh stated.

“Yeah,” Ryan concurred. “Half the guys I’ve sucked off have been straight guys who just needed to get their balls emptied. Head from another guy means no more than sharing a handshake—no big deal.”

“I just—I just don’t think I could enjoy having a guy go down on me,” I protested.

“Maybe you should tell that to your cock,” Ryan suggested, eyeing my crotch. He had aptly noted that I was rock hard, my cock straining against the flimsy material of my athletic shorts, after listening to all this talk about blow jobs.

An internal debate raged inside me. On one hand, I could seriously use some head. Jacking off in the shower every morning was fine, but nothing compared to kicking back and relaxing while having your cock milked for you. But on the other hand, I had never considered hooking up with a dude. I was straight. I liked pussy. I wasn’t gay. But could I cross that line? For some no-strings, easy head?

Yes. Yes, indeed. I most certainly could.

“Fuck it,” I acquiesced, flopping down on the edge of the bed. “You can suck me off.”

“Do you want me to leave while Ryan blows you?” Josh asked, turning towards the door.

“Nah, it’s cool,” I assured him. “You can watch for all I fucking care—since it’s no different than a handshake.”

“Spread your legs wider,” Ryan directed, dropping to his knees and pulling down my shorts. “Mmm. You are hung,” he licked his lips as he unleashed my hard cock. “Josh told me you’re big.”

“How the—?” I looked to Josh.

“Dude,” he laughed. “We share a room. I can’t help it if I catch a glimpse of your big dick when you’re getting dressed. That’s the privilege of being roommates.”

But before I could respond to Josh, Ryan took my cock down his throat in one quick gulp, mashing my balls against his chin.

“HOLY FUCK,” I cried out. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

“Haven’t you ever been deep throated?” asked Ryan, coming up for air and giving me a wink, his saliva stringing from his lips to the tip of my cock. “Bitches know shit about sucking dick. That’s why you need a gay dude to do it for you.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Straight out of the gate, Ryan was already better than any bitch who had tried to suck me off. His technique was incredible. Popping back on my cock, he worked his tongue up and down my shaft, teasing the underside of my cock head with light tongue flicks every time he passed over it. My toes curled as he traveled farther south and licked and sucked my balls, finding that ultra-sensitive spot just under my ballsack and giving it its due attention.

“Suck me,” I begged when I couldn’t stand the ball work anymore. “Suck my fucking cock.”

Dutifully, Ryan returned to sucking me. Alternating his rhythm and pace, he bobbed up and down on my cock, continuing to work my balls with his hand as he proceeded to suck me. With the intense feeling of my load rising slowly in my shaft, I tried to hold back. It was a losing battle.

“You gonna bust down his throat?” Josh demanded, seated almost next to me on the bed and rubbing his cock through his shorts while watching his boyfriend going down on me. “You gonna feed him your load?”

“Yeah,” I responded, still trying to hold back. But, Jesus, it was impossible. “Oh, FUCK,” I bellowed, staring down at Ryan as he continued to gobble on my big dick, his eyes looking up at me in supplication. “Don’t stop, dude . . . Keep going . . . I’m about to . . . FUCK . . . SHIT.”

It was the best orgasm I’d ever had. My head snapped back as my cock erupted down Ryan’s open throat. Greedily, he devoured my cum. No bitch had ever let me cum in her mouth, much less eaten my cum. The sensation of being sucked dry was overwhelming.

“Mmm. You shoot a big load,” Ryan marveled, licking his lips as he released my cock. Josh leaned towards Ryan and, instantly, they began to kiss, sharing my load between them.

“Your cum tastes pretty good, bro,” Josh remarked with a wink. “So what did you think of Ryan? Was he good?”

“He was fucking incredible,” I exhaled, stretching back on the bed, my spent cock flopped against my thigh. “The best head I’ve ever had.”

“Wait until you try his ass next,” Josh winked. “Ryan’s tight hole is fucking unreal.”

“Oh—I don’t think—” I began to protest. But who was I kidding? I had already dipped my toe in the pool. I might as well take the plunge.