I stretched out onto the couch, enjoying the swell of my new biceps. The hardened melons strained against his taut skin, appearing juicy. Ripe. His flexibility, given his size, surprised me.
A door opened catching me off-guard. Steve’s roommate Hector entered and looked at me, questioning.
“Why aren’t you at work?”
I intended to answer immediately, but my borrowed eyes traced the ripples on his abdomen. In a very Steve-like fashion, frenetic energy began to bounce around deep inside of my loins.
If I knew anything about Steve aside from the fact that he was straight, it was that he was a huge horndog.
My muscled body was consumed by a perverted, lustful fire. Although Steve wasn’t in the driver’s seat, he was very much inside of me.
His knowledge… his thoughts… all seemed tailor made for me. Bent to my predilections. Together we flipped through his sexual discography, dreaming of how we could tailor his depravity to the gorgeous man standing in front of us.
It would be the first man Steve would fuck, and the first time I would fuck someone inside of Steve.
I cleared my throat, then answered in a directness that I could only muster behind someone else’s gaze.
“Why aren’t your lips around my cock?”
Hector seemed to choke for a moment, then feigned a laugh, which gave way to a look of confusion.
“What?” he replied, flustered. His eyes began to dart around the room, as if he was just told he was on candid camera.
I repeated myself slowly, over-enunciating each word with Steve’s curled lips.
“Why. Aren’t. Your. Lips. Around. My. Cock.”
“Steve…” he muttered, taking a step back toward the door.
Although Hector wore a bewildered look, a large lump was forming in his jeans. Almost as if to answer, I rubbed myself. The girth of Steve’s excited cock was a welcome surprise.
“You can leave if you want, or…” I said smoothly in Steve’s voice, “You can watch. Bonus points for getting on your knees,”– my eyes flicked to a spot on the floor in front of me– “Right there.”
I licked my lips and gawked at him openly. In one fluid move, I pulled Steve’s uncut cock out of his shorts. My eyes continued to trace his body for hormonal inspiration as I began jerking myself off.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I say, playing through Steve’s memories with Hector.
Hector’s breath caught in his throat. He eeked out, “I can’t.”
My mouth twisted into a smile as my aroused eyes rose to his. “I remember every stolen glance. I have wanted you, just as much as you want me. Now tell me again… why aren’t your lips around my cock?”
He crossed slowly to be and dropped to his knees. “Fuuuck. I can’t believe this is happening.”
I extended one of Steve’s swollen arms to the coffee table and grabbed his phone. It unlocked swiftly with his fingerprint. I started recording a video.
Hector looked to the lens, uncertain.
Invitingly, I thrust myself toward him and kept the camera aimed on his face.
“I told you to suck me off,” I snarled. “If you want me… prove it.”
Hector’s eyes lowered once again to Steve’s cock, which smelled of sex with his girlfriend from last night. I always wanted to try sleeping with a woman. Maybe I will tonight…
He brought his upturned nose into my forest of pubes and inhaled deeply. Hector was imprinting this. He wanted to remember this in the future.
With hesitation, he brought his mouth to my cock and pulled back the foreskin slightly. His tongue flicked against the dirty tip and Steve’s toes immediately curled.
Hector slowly inhaled the head of my cock, and his head began to bob. I shifted the camera to me, enjoying the superior sneer on the dirtbag I was currently occupying.
“Fuck, Steve,” I moaned to my electronic reflection, “You are the fucking man!”
While Hector gave me head, my eyes drifted back and forth from the man who was giving me pleasure, and the glowing screen where I could watch the man receiving it.
Neither I, nor Steve, have ever had an orgasm that explosive before.
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